Fantasy I Went To The Frontier For Real Adventuring, But My Admirers Are Nuts [Characters]

[TanteRegenbogen]

Character template:

Name
Age
Gender
Species (Humans, elves, half-orcs, half-ogres, halflings, wolfkin, foxkin, dragon kin)
Appearance
Clothing/Clothing style
Job/Class (as an adventurer you normally have at least a class you are such as healer, warrior, blademaster, mage etc.)
Skills (please add also proficiency level. Proficiency level examples: basic/novice, adept, intermediate, expert, advanced. But dont do everything at top level.)
Weapon(s)
Equipment
Alignment (optional, see here: The Alignment System )
Personality
Background
Reasons for come to the frontier

Optionals:
Likes/Dislikes
Residence
Crush (or Stalker Admirer)

Anything you'd like to add

 

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Fluorite|Feldspar
Alias: Fluor or Fuer
A Code Name: Carnation
Age: 20
Height: 5'4
Gender: Cis-Female
Species: Catkin (Breed = American Curl Look-Alike, answering to why her ears are curled.) - Not shown in FC
Clothing/Clothing style:

Spoiler: Clothings

Mainly 2

Mainly 2

2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 11, and 12.
NOTE: The colors are not the ones in the photos, just the clothes design.

Job/Class: 'Assassin'/DPS
Skills: Water + Air = Ice (Adept), Druidism (Novice), Enhancing Combat Magic (Advanced)
(I'm seeing Novice, Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, and then Expert in order of ranks...)
Weapon(s): Anelace Dagger, Throwing Kunai
Equipment: Weapons, Small Water Supply, The Katzlein's Anklet (Not Put On Anymore Due To Leave), Extra Pair Of Footwear - Armor is provided through the outfits she chooses
Alignment (Optional): Neutral-Good (ish?)

Personality: Fluorite is a mischievous and unpredictable individual with an aura of boundless energy and curiosity. Her personality is a whirlwind of contradictions; she is simultaneously enigmatic and approachable, often leaving others intrigued and entertained by her antics. Fluorite thrives on chaos and challenges, viewing the unpredictable nature of life as an endless playground to explore. Her mischievous streak is matched by a cleverness that allows her to outwit others with ease, turning even the most difficult situations into opportunities for creativity and fun.

Beneath her playful demeanor lies an ambitious spirit that refuses to settle for mediocrity. Fluorite dreams big and isn’t afraid to take risks to achieve her goals. Her courage is remarkable, as she faces challenges head-on with a bold determination that inspires those around her. Despite her carefree exterior, she has a fiercely protective side, especially when it comes to those she loves. Fluorite would go to great lengths—even to the point of making extreme sacrifices—to ensure their safety, showcasing a loyalty and bravery that run deep.

Fluorite's sharp wit and love for riddles make her a master of wordplay and strategy. She enjoys keeping others on their toes, often speaking in cryptic phrases that reveal her clever mind. Though her unpredictable nature can make it hard for others to fully trust her intentions, those who take the time to understand her realize that her chaos is often a mask for deeper wisdom and a desire to challenge the status quo. Fluorite values freedom above all else, resisting any attempts to confine her to rigid rules or expectations.

Background: Fluorite, born to a pure-blooded family of catkin, was given feline-like abilities like slightly sharper nails or better hearing. It wasn't to enhance her too much, most definitely not like a true power, but leveled up with the other half animal creatures. As she was born in a more outdoor environment, her childhood couldn't be counted normal. If humans lived in houses, she had lived in a cave with family and relatives. 'Jungle life' is what most others called it, but Fluor took pride in where she was raised. Having to deal with such hardships before brought her to being able to get past them now.

It wasn't long before someone had came up with 'tribes' and she soon was told to combine forces with one. The Katzlein Tribe was to represent the image of those who were part cat. It somehow managed to waft around towards another organization-something to do with errand running and fighting. That wasn't much her style, she realized after joining, and swapped out the second she heard of another accepting 'Guild' that promised true adventures.

Reasons for come to the frontier: It was technically for the fun of it-where ever she was last, it didn't fulfill her expectation. The Katzlein Tribe is what she left, in seek for something thrilling. Here (Kachasia) was where it was.

Extra: A tattoo representing her position in the Katzlein Tribe is on her neck. The Symbol Is two cat tails entwined with a nail going through it.
Crush: Akeso Gravens
Stalker/Admirer:

Spoiler: Code

Fluorite Feldspar

Admirer

Basics

name

Fluorite Feldspar

alias

Fluor / Fuer

age

20

Height

5'4

species

Catkin

Personality

Fluorite is a mischievous and unpredictable individual with an aura of boundless energy and curiosity. Her personality is a whirlwind of contradictions; she is simultaneously enigmatic and approachable, often leaving others intrigued and entertained by her antics. Fluorite thrives on chaos and challenges, viewing the unpredictable nature of life as an endless playground to explore. Her mischievous streak is matched by a cleverness that allows her to outwit others with ease, turning even the most difficult situations into opportunities for creativity and fun.

Beneath her playful demeanor lies an ambitious spirit that refuses to settle for mediocrity. Fluorite dreams big and isn’t afraid to take risks to achieve her goals. Her courage is remarkable, as she faces challenges head-on with a bold determination that inspires those around her. Despite her carefree exterior, she has a fiercely protective side, especially when it comes to those she loves. Fluorite would go to great lengths—even to the point of making extreme sacrifices—to ensure their safety, showcasing a loyalty and bravery that run deep.

Fluorite's sharp wit and love for riddles make her a master of wordplay and strategy. She enjoys keeping others on their toes, often speaking in cryptic phrases that reveal her clever mind. Though her unpredictable nature can make it hard for others to fully trust her intentions, those who take the time to understand her realize that her chaos is often a mask for deeper wisdom and a desire to challenge the status quo. Fluorite values freedom above all else, resisting any attempts to confine her to rigid rules or expectations.

Skills

Ice (Adept)

Druidism (Novice)

Enhancing Combat

Magic (Advanced)

other

Assassain/DPS

Dagger & Kunai

Neutral-Good

Katzlein Tribe

Backstory

Fluorite, born to a pure-blooded family of catkin, was given feline-like abilities like slightly sharper nails or better hearing. It wasn't to enhance her too much, most definitely not like a true power, but leveled up with the other half animal creatures. As she was born in a more outdoor environment, her childhood couldn't be counted normal. If humans lived in houses, she had lived in a cave with family and relatives. 'Jungle life' is what most others called it, but Fluor took pride in where she was raised. Having to deal with such hardships before brought her to being able to get past them now.

It wasn't long before someone had came up with 'tribes' and she soon was told to combine forces with one. The Katzlein Tribe was to represent the image of those who were part cat. It somehow managed to waft around towards another organization-something to do with errand running and fighting. That wasn't much her style, she realized after joining, and swapped out the second she heard of another accepting 'Guild' that promised true adventures.

coded by Stardust Galaxy

 

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Dravix| Rubellite | Carnelian
(Middle Name Is Rubellite)
Alias: Dravix or Drav/Drax
Code Name: Scarlet Viper
Age: 24
Gender: Cis-Male
Height: 5'9
Species: Sun Elf
FC: Genshin Impact, Diluc
Clothing/Clothing style: Dravix Carnelian is a tall man, in the beginning of his twenties. He has red eyes and hair, which is tied into a low ponytail. He wears a suit with a fur lined jacket, black and red gloves adorned with rubies. A slightly different outfit of his is; A black dress shirt, a light gray waistcoat with a silver phoenix insignia that is adorned with a red gem in the eye, a silver-accented red tailcoat with four tails, black trousers are similar in design, straps on his left thigh, and black knee-high boots with silver shin guards, black gloves remain with red insignias and finger chains, and large red wrist guards. (The first Picture can show a third variant)

Job/Class: Ranger
Skills: Earth + Fire = Lava (Advanced), Healing Magic (Novice), Abyssal Magic (Intermediate)
Weapon(s): Long Bow, Bastard Sword/Claymore

Spoiler: Sword Appearance

Equipment: 2 Wads/Rolls Of Bandages (Despite Healers), Special Crafted Arrows, and Bow Thimble
Alignment (Optional): Lawful-Neutral - I'd say Dravix is morally grey. While he still got his own sense of justice, he has had some relationships with a few shady subjects. Even so, he has a strong prejudice to those who wield their power for no particular reason.

Personality: Dravix’s personality is one of contrasts, shaped by a past that tempered his youthful tenderness into a stoic, disciplined exterior. As a child, he displayed a gentle heart and a caring nature, but life’s hardships taught him to bury those traits under a mask of firmness. Now, he approaches life with a quiet resolve, seldom showing vulnerability. Dravix’s maturity has granted him a serious outlook, and while he is far from cold, his demeanor can be intimidating due to his sharp focus and unyielding determination.

Underneath his stoicism lies a subtle temper and a desire for efficiency. Dravix has little patience for wasting time and prefers tasks to be completed promptly and precisely. His frustration rarely erupts into anger, but when it does, it is swift and pointed. This impatience can make him seem aloof or overly critical, though it stems from his high standards for himself and others. Despite this, Dravix’s discipline ensures he rarely acts rashly, choosing instead to channel his energy into calculated actions.

Dravix harbors a distinct distaste for drunkenness, associating it with irresponsibility and lack of control. While he enjoys flavorful drinks, particularly tropical or fruity ones, he abstains from overindulgence, maintaining a strong tolerance for alcohol without ever testing his limits. His disapproval of excessive drinking often makes him a voice of reason among his peers, though it can also isolate him socially. Still, Dravix doesn’t shy away from sharing a toast or two, as long as it aligns with his values of moderation.

Beneath his reserved exterior, Dravix retains traces of the kindness he once displayed openly. This manifests in subtle ways: a protective hand offered when needed or quiet support for those he trusts. He values connection, though he rarely expresses it verbally, preferring actions over words. For those willing to look beyond his guarded facade, Dravix’s tenderness is still there, waiting to be uncovered, a rare and treasured part of his complex character.

Background: Dravix's had been going quite well, peaceful in fact. His childish behavior before was a better sight to see than the matured level he was at now. The village's paths were always blocked with problems, and he was first to offer help with labor work. He met a girl, and eventually started taking time off from chores to occasionally play with her. He was rather fond of her, not him, and soon promised to marry her. It was a mistake. He'd leave her or even forget her when he grew up. And to make things worse Dravix learned about her true 'gender' after several more years. After that, he distanced himself away from 'the person.' He didn't know what to call them-or what pronouns to use! Yet that wasn't why he also broke his promise. While he grew up, he toughened his emotions until they were able to be locked up. Life was life, only true adults understood the definition of change.

Past the whole heart breaking scene, Dravix had lately been into reading. So while he grew distant from his friend-that had proven to be a 'liar'-he spent his time stuffing his nose in books. That was when he realized the things he was reading wasn't technically legal in his area. At first, it just sounded like dark tales, but once he got more into it Dravix saw the power the words held. He never read aloud, but he tried. Once. And that was when it happened-more magic. Not necessarily normal ones creatures had, but something way different. Dangerous? If he continued on, perhaps he'd just learn a bit more about this type of ;magic;.

Around that time, again, his attention was brought to the frontier. His parents sought him useless from where he currently did work at-small commissions to help around here and there, but clearly not enough. So he took on the new adventure, not quite yet knowing his childhood friend was following. Dravix would most likely stay a bit distant, but maybe warm up to them...

Reasons for come to the frontier: The family he'd been living with lately sees him better off doing something useful in life, rather than a useless job. So Dravix went to the Frontier.

Crush:
Stalker/Admirer: Ayasha Hitogui

 

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Aelric | Xandyr| Moonspring
(Xandyr is his Middle Name)
Alias: Alatus or Aelric
Code Name: Silent Serpent
Age: 21
Height: 5'7
Gender: Cis-Male
Species: Moon Elf/Lunar Elf
FC: Genshin Impact, Xiao
Clothing/Clothing style: Aelric tends to have Ouji Fashion, or just modernized-simple outfits. Streetwear is also a mix, depending what he wants and has.

Spoiler: Clothings

The First Two Pictures Can Also Help- OUT OF THIS SPOILER

Job/Class: Rogue (Barbarian)
Skills: Water + Air = Electricity (Advanced), Combat Enhancing (Expert), Summoning (Novice), Death Magic (Intermediate), Necromancy (Adept)
Weapon(s): 2 Double Sided Scythes (Only Uses 1 Yet Under Certain Circumstance It's Both), Throwing Needles, and Pocket Knife

Spoiler: Scythes

Equipment: A Picklock, Weaponry, A Bag Of Marbles - Child Collection (Read Backstory)
Alignment (Optional): Lawful-Good to Lawful-Neutral

Personality: Aelric is a character of quiet intensity, whose stoic demeanor often gives the impression of aloofness. He carries an air of independence, preferring solitude to social interaction, yet this distance is not born of disdain but necessity. Aelric’s reserved nature shields a heart burdened with complex emotions and heavy responsibility, though he seldom allows these vulnerabilities to surface. Those who spend time with him quickly discern a profound depth to his character—one defined by a quiet strength and an unrelenting focus.

Beneath his detached exterior, Aelric is deeply introspective and philosophical, spending much of his time reflecting on his role in the world and the greater forces that shape it. His mind is sharp, analytical, and meticulous, which makes him an excellent problem solver. He values efficiency and precision in all that he does, sometimes to the point of perfectionism. This inner drive to excel sets him apart but also isolates him, as his standards are often difficult for others to meet.

Aelric possesses an unwavering sense of duty, which defines much of his interactions and decisions. While he may seem emotionally distant, he is fiercely protective of those who earn his trust. Loyalty, for Aelric, is sacred, and he will go to great lengths to fulfill his promises and safeguard those under his care. However, his protective nature can sometimes manifest as a sternness that others may misconstrue as coldness or lack of empathy.

Despite his serious and sometimes intimidating nature, there are rare glimpses of a softer, more compassionate side. Aelric's dry wit and subtle humor, while not frequent, reveal a character capable of surprising warmth. These moments, though fleeting, offer a poignant reminder of the depth of his character and the humanity beneath his otherwise stoic facade.

Background: From the area Aelric was born, he was considered a Yaksha. Yaksha's were technically considered 'magical beasts and spirts that protected the land', but he wasn't all that. There were few other of his group, and they all had a tattoo somewhere on their body to show what Yaksha they were.
He was titled the Vigilant Yaksha due to his continuous help to the community. Technically his job-which wasn't necessarily a job, but what he did from his own will-was to chase of those who carried evil 'spells'. Physics lived in his area long enough to sense demonic aura from people who've done bad, but most people figured this was all not true.

All Yakshas had teachers, and so he allowed one to mentor him-to teach him abilities useful for driving others away. The problem was, Aelric didn't know he was starting to before 'dark magic', and before long, his teacher broke it down for Aelric. He was devastated, and left the area due to not wanting to be driven away from the other Yaksha. But before he left, he had run into a psychic. They didn't seem to think of him as evil-so it was true, the rumors of the psychics was all a lie. They should be kicked out instead, not the innocent. Now, he left for the sake of not wanting to be part of the community.

Within his childhood lapse though, he was merely innocent and found the favor of collecting marbles enjoyable. The age he is now let's him feel a big nostalgic, so the one thing Aelric keeps from the hometown he comes from is a bag of marbles. Each marble is unique in their own way, yet Aelric find interest most in a half sea-foamed colored, and clear marble. Simply because it reflected himself onto it-in his eyes.

Reasons for come to the frontier: Formerly a 'Yaksha' that is a disgrace to his name now that Aelric found out how it was all fake, he fled his home and decided that he'd need to make use of whatever life he had. The Frontier was a thing that could help that.

Crush:
Admirer: Ciel "Agaroth" Ludbeth

 

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I will finish this when not on a phone

(Looks just like this but 3ft6 inches tall and replace the blue parts with purple)

Name: Purpos Swifty
Alias: "Swift Royal" (he's fast and wears gold and purple)

Age: 29
Gender: male
Species: Hobbit
Appearance:
3ft6 in height, muscular, manly, handsome... for a hobbit anyway. Brown reddish hair in a smart style and a perfectly groomed moustache. A polite yet smug smile almost always on his face.


Clothing/Clothing style: shirts, pants, robes, mostly purple and gold.

Job/Class: Blademaster/paladin

Skills:
Combat, a dexterous and agile warrior even in heavy armor.
Strength, for a hobbit Purpos is deceptively strong. Perhaps a blessing from the sun god or enchanted item is the reason? (Though if he can have natural bullshit Strength i will accept that aha)
Fire magic, as a champion of Sol (or whatever the god of sunlight and fire is called) Purpos has been gifted the ability to conjure and use holy fire in a variety of ways. Mostly combative, fireballs, flaming axe, breathing fire etc.
charming?
I want to say "good at speaking" in the way of sounding like authority, intimidating, in charge, but not in a directly confronting manner. I can't think of the right word or verbage...

Weapon: Sol Nanaya, a Axe with the name of a maiden with reference to the sun.

Equipment: Gold armor with purple trim.
Pouches for necessities such as rations and water skins, a pouch for valuables and potions.

Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Proud, noble, kind and protective towards the weak. Bluntly honest.

Background: A hobbit who worshipped the sun goddess, a hobbit whose efforts made him a champion of the sun.
Reasons for come to the frontier: A blazing hero has no reason to fear the unknown, just a thirst for adventure and the chance to help those in need.


Likes: one on one combat, most foods, most drinks, songs dance and parties, sunshine. Blue skinned women. (Drow, Deep
Gnomes, tieflings)

Dislikes: cruelty against weak/undeserving souls, indecision, being ignored by the sun goddess, seeds in his food, liars.

Residence
Crush: TBD

 

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Braxis | Beryn | Malachite
Alias: Beryn
Code Name: Jaded Dragon / Jade Dragon
Age: 22
Gender: Cis-Male
Species: Dragonkin
Clothing/Clothing style: He might waver off to Traditional Chinese Styled Clothing

Spoiler: Clothes...I think could be of Help?

3 But With Longer Pants

Bottom Row, First One

Aleric and Braxis both like the style of the two male outfits on the right
NOTE: The things colored here do not count, just the style and shape!

Appearance: White horns and a scaly tail erupts from the head and rear. Eyes are slit in the pupils to be more lizard-like.
FC: Genshin Impact, Baizhu
Job/Class: Mage/Cleric
Skills: Healing Magic (Expert), Druidism (Intermediate), Earth/Nature & Air Magic (Adept), Illusion Magic (Advanced)
Weapon(s): Electric Spear
Equipment: Poisonous Pills, Armorish; Right Arm Band and Left Wrist Band - (Black Glove Under Right Band, and a pearl/beaded bracelet is woven above the glove and onto his wrist), Weaponry, and a Lantern

Personality: (Deredere) Braxis carries an air of enigmatic kindness that draws others to him despite his own preference for solitude. His benevolence is genuine; he tirelessly works as a physician, extending his skills to save lives without expecting praise. However, his mysterious demeanor adds an unspoken allure, leaving others curious about his motives and the personal world he rarely shares. Though his actions often speak louder than words, his reserved nature makes him a man of carefully chosen ones. Beneath his exterior lies a man dedicated to his craft, valuing the sanctity of his work over the adoration of others.

Despite his solitary tendencies, Braxis exhibits a disarming empathy. He understands the pain and struggles of others with a rare depth, often offering comfort not just through his treatments but through his presence. However, when his patience wears thin, his irritation takes a more playful turn; he’ll lightly jest about offering a pill with questionable side effects, a remark that elicits both laughter and nervousness from those around him. It’s a clever defense mechanism that lets him release frustration without losing his generally good-natured reputation.

In matters of affection, Braxis shows a surprising amount of openness. Though his reserved personality suggests he might conceal his feelings, he does the opposite for the one he holds dear. His actions turn softer, his words more tender, and he’s unafraid to show how much he cares—though sometimes to a point of obsession. He maintains a delicate balance, showing affection in a way that feels natural yet deeply personal, allowing his romantic side to shine without overshadowing his grounded, rational self.

Braxis’ contradictions make him all the more fascinating. He’s a man who could charm a room full of admirers yet chooses to remain focused on his calling. He is soft yet firm, empathetic yet teasing, and reserved yet openly affectionate to those who earn his trust. It’s this blend of contrasts that defines him—a figure as complex and layered as the intricate world he navigates.

Background: Once a physician in his hometown, Braxius was quite the popular one between all doctors. He worked alone but accepted now offers of assistance. It was rather soothing to tend and help one's wounds, even in severe times. The sight of seeing someone brought back from a coma always got cheers from the onlookers. But to him, enough was enough. Perhaps the area itself depended on him too much-and he found himself getting bored. A dragon like him did not belong in an area with the population high with humans.

So he quit his 'job.' At first he considered joining again, but he forced himself to stop thinking that way. Everyone split their life in half-thinking they chose the right one in the beginning but soon realized they didn't. And the offer stood out to Braxius-joining a so-called battle crew organization or whatever. A guild-several people were going to be there. And so was he. ({ Towards the beginning of when everyone were to meet up, he caught love at first sight.

Reasons for come to the frontier: He quit being a physician, and needed to do something else at least.

Crush On: Seeris Ludove
Stalker/Admirer:

 

[Teh Frixz]

Name: Nixie of the Rothweld

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Appearance: A 20 something year old human female, pale of skin and fair of hair, her milky blue eyes are deeply set, surrounded by the long bangs of her hair.

About five foot three, she is well built despite her seemingly never ingesting actual food, with surprisingly supple limbs and thick joints.

Often smelling of sweetly scented smoke, mushrooms, and honeyed liquor, Nixie has an uncanny ability to remain motionless, using her delayed reactions often to her advantage.

Clothing/Clothing style: Usually simple robes and large hats made out of her grown mushrooms.

Job/Class: Mushroom Witch (Healer of sorts)

Weapon(s): Quarterstaff

Equipment: A surprising amount of powders, dried and ground from the literal bouquet of mushrooms and fungi that she harvests and grows, the range going from delicate seasonings to brutal poisons.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: A slow, pondering and slightly obsessive nature, Nixie does as she likes when she likes and at her own pace no less. Regardless of pressures and incentives placed on her, she contains an immutable strength of will when it comes to her own life choices.

Often in her own little world, she partakes heavily of her own selection of inhalants and edibles, often persistently pressuring those around her to indulge as well.

A great deal of her life has been possible due to the secondary part of her personality, that being the uncanny, almost inherent ability to ingratiate herself with others and take without giving back. She is an accomplished, excellent social parasite. More than willing to ask continually for things and never pay them back, this should be an obvious problem but her personality and inability to be swayed by logic somehow keep her in the good graces of others.

Background:

Hitching rides and hiking her way to the frontier Nixie has found a goal. She’s had goals before, obviously, but those really never went further than were nothing more than getting out of bed, finding food, finding a place to hang out, really jus the basics. No, for the first time her goal had a bit more to it. She wanted a husband, someone capable of handling her and providing a substantial future.

Life hadn’t been going so well, despite her best attempts at doing what she had always done and things were starting to make her feel the vaguest sense of concern. She had no money, no significant other, and no grandiose goals other than to propagate her crops across the world. So it was off to the frontier, to find someone and hopefully find herself.

Reasons for come to the frontier: Find a husband and find a purpose beyond the cultivation of her fungal crops.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Name: Artemide Bannendrocon


Age: 22 (Adjusted)

Gender: Male

Species: Half-Elf

Appearance: A blessed blend of human and elf features, Artemide is a tall, broadly built young man. His dark hair and blue eyes reflecting the starlight of his elven heritage and his comforting nature a sign of his benevolent upbringing around humans. A thick beard and mustache adorn his face, drawing the eyes from the vicious scar over his left eye.

Arte is tall and built broadly, preferring to keep and maintain his facial hair, a slight symptom of his pride. Which also reflects in his rigorous fitness routine and acetic lifestyle.

Clothing/Clothing style: When not in his armor, Arte tends toward light elvish robes. Simple cloth clothing free of adornment.

Job/Class: Warrior priest

Proficiency level examples:

High level macelord, Leader of men, Priestly duties

Weapon(s): A large “bastard mace”, being able to swap between one and two handing. The mace is blunt and swift, edges polished down to prevent the drawing of blood.

Equipment: A set of inscribed and blessed armor, prone to abating arcane magics. A small troupe of attendants.

Alignment: Lawful good

Personality: Stoic and willful, Arte is utterly embedded in his church and religion, every aspect of life weighed and measured against the rules of his order. Unwilling to bend or break, he is rewarded with a steadfastness in his belief and a confidence both on and off the field of battle, his words are true and spoken without malice or deceit. He is a chosen of Heaven and carries himself as someone deserving of this blessing.

Background: An orphan dropped at the Church of the Trinity, Artemide was raised in an Abbey for his entire life. Raised among gentle priests and clerics, his wants and needs cared for. All questions and doubts he had were addressed in lively debate and at age thirteen he was given the easiest choice of his life. Go free to live on his own, a sack of gold and blessings or to give his soul back to God and become what he already was, a crusading priest of God, a protector of the weak and champion of the Three in One.

Artemide felt no hesitation as he was accepted into the church and adorned as such. His becoming one of research, warfare, and honing of the gifts that God had bestowed upon him.

Reasons for come to the frontier: At his age, and with the state of the Church being stable, it was decided that he would be sent to the frontier to defend the holdings of the souls living there. To champion his ideals and be truly tested as his body was to be on its own for the first time in life.

 

[TanteRegenbogen]

Name: Ayasha Hitogui (family name translated: Human-eater. Comes from the ogre side of the family.)

Age: 26

Gender: It's complicated. Male body, but goes mainly by female pronouns. Goes by male pronouns if it suits the opportunity.

Species: Half-ogre
Appearance:
She is slightly above the average height of human males and roughly on par with male elves in height. She has a mostly slender build, yet when showing more skin has a rather muscular tone.

Clothing: Usually when questing, she wears a long white robe with black accents. Her base clothing underneath is a black sleeveless shoulder free turtleneck top (sometimes as a crop top) and black shorts with black thigh highs in summer. In winter, her base clothing is rather a black knee length turtleneck dress and warm black leggings/tights with black stockings. In free time, she will wear knee-length dresses with usually a plain black choker. Nightgown is usually either a button up ankle length white dress with a black choker, sometimes a black sleeveless lacy dress with a choker. Footwear is usually boots when questing and ballerina flats when on "dates".

Job/Class: Healer/Death mage

Skills: Advanced combat enhancement magic, advanced death magic, intermediate abyssal magic, adept fire and air magic, intermediate alchemy, expert cooking, expert hand to hand combat, intermediate war scythe combat, intermediate butchering (preparing carcasses)

Abilities:

Undeath [Revive] - Through misusing death magic through ways the death god hadn't intended, Ayasha revives people by "undeathing" them. The exact way how it works is never mentioned by Ayasha. But some consider what she would be capable of it she used death magic as it was intended to.

Uninjure [Heal] - Basically, just healing by reverse using death magic.

Uncurse [Purify/Dispel] - Removing curses and ailments.

Black Flame Fist - Combining abyssal magic with hand to hand combat, one of her powerful moves is the Black Flame Fist. It is at least capable of obliterating goblins before turning them to ash.

Black Flame Kick - Like the Black Flame Fist, but as a kick.

Death Grips - A throwing move said to age the enemy by a year.

Hand of Varasha - Ayasha's ultimate move. A sudden death move. Only way to not die is to either have level five divine barrier or higher or to dodge the attack. Those who narrowly dodged the attack, have not only seen their lives flash before their eyes but has seen a glimpse of the death god and the afterlife.

Weapon: Fists, war scythe

Equipment: Herb pouch, assorted flasks, a small dimensional storage pouch, cooking utensils

Alignment: Chaotic Good, borders on Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Ayasha is overall rather the friendly and active type, yet at the same time she is scheming and has ploys to get her crush to engage in romance with her. Though she really like her childhood friend. Ever since when they were kids when he promised to marry her, she wanted to make it come to fruition. Her main ploy is that she was female once and was cursed and only true love can turn her back into a woman. But if all things fail, she is willing to get rid of that to get her crush to love her. She doesn't mind other women near her crush as long as they don't touch him or flirt with him. Ayasha is also a ruthless fighter out in the field and can be a little sadistic too. Towards her crush she is a little obsessive.

Background: Ayasha grew up in a village far away. She and her crush would play regularly and were pretty close. One day, her crush promised to marry her when they were all grown up. But back then, her crush thought she was actually female and not an effeminate boy. Eventually when they grew older, Ayasha went to the temple to become a priestess, but she didn't get the blessing to use the healing abilities priestesses would get. Eventually the temple found out that she wasn't exactly female and kicked her out. Ayasha would get by, by doing adventuring quests as a fighter and became really skilled. One day, she came across an old man in a black robe with a really long white beard. He was looking for an apprentice to become a death mage and a follower of the death god Varasha. She trained hard under him. But when he was on his death bed, Ayasha told him of her plan to use death mage to heal people. The shock of her master killed him earlier than expected. Eventually, she found out about her crush going to the frontier and she would follow him, hoping that he wouldn't mind what gender his partner is and marry them.

Reasons for come to the frontier: Not only a new start but to follow her childhood friend to the frontier.

Optionals:

Likes: Her crush, things her crush does, the cute face her crush makes when he's angry, her crush's smile, cakes, lemonades, cute things

Dislikes: Salty snacks, rivals stealing her crush away from her, her crush hiding from her (at first it may feel like a game, but she may become sad and lonely after not seeing her crush for more than a few hours), her crush getting hurt (physically and emotionally by other people)

Residence: A self built brick shack on a plot of land with a shoddy stone wall around it.

Crush: Dravix Rubelite Carnelian

 

[Minteafresh]

NAME ` Akeso Gravens
AGE ` twenty one
GENDER ` male
SPECIES ` elf
CLOTHING STYLE ` simple, usually solid, sleek colors as he doesn't like to waste too much time on appearances. Despite that he keeps a general, consist color scheme.
CLASS ` mage
SKILLS ` summoning(advanced) | light/healing magic(intermediate) |earth (expert) | combat enhancing magic(intermediate)
WEAPON ` staff
EQUIPMENT ` a few enchanted pieces of jewelery that mainly boost his defense and give him heat/cold resistance for traveling. He also owns a satchel specifically enchanted to be bottomless, meaning he can stuff as many items in there as he wants. Plenty of potions he's experimenting with are in there, as well as food packs and other things necessary for traveling.
ALIGNMENT ` Neutral good
PERSONALITY ` Akeso has always been a fairly thoughtful, one who prefers to think carefully about a situation as opposed to acting suddenly. With the belief that every situation is different with unique variables, he can be seen as indecisive - his actions not always lining up with each other. However he undoubtedly as a strong moral compass, and isn't the type to manipulate others. Infact, he's a rather honest man, who you can count on to be truthful. He's somewhat blunt really, but has enough smarts to know how to brooch sensitive subjects tenderly.
He comes off as someone endlessly calm, not the type to let things bother him. With a very cool headed demeanor, it's hard to ruffle him. Though in the face of company, his more light hearted and teasing side will show. He's best for quiet yet still meaningful company, not loud or one to display especially animated emotions.
BACKGROUND ` Akeso grew up in a fairly normally manner, in a close knit elven community that was reasonably prosperous. He was very content with life and did all the normal things one might expect; from making friends to getting into trouble. Surprisingly he was a bit of a brat when he was a kid, but his parents usually made him sit and think rather then the typical punishment - leading him to be very conscious of every action.
He never really planned to leave, but a friend he was close with had big dreams of starting up and adventuring party. Akeso didn't necessarily care per say, but the idea of seeing the world and bringing back his knowledge to help his community flourish was enough to get him to go.
So, off he went. For about a year or so, it was alright. He formed a party with people who held similar tastes. Young and eager to prove themselves, they tackled challenge after challenge - big dreams and plans. Unfortunately, such dreams don't happen overnight, which led to the discontentment of some. And eventually the hard work they were putting in began to lack. As a result, mistakes were made and frustrations mounted, causing petty arguments.
Akeso eventually left, the toxic atmosphere and pointing fingers getting to be too much. As a result he headed off to find another party, and hopefully people who he was on the same page with.
REASONS FOR COMING TO FRONTIER ` New opportunities and needing a change in scenery in general.
LIKES ` nature, pastries with jam, food made with fresh ingredients, scrolls, and hiking
DISLIKES ` toxic environments, polluted air, strong smells, citrus and pointless arguments.
STALKER/ADMIRER ` tbd

 

[Kaliii]

Name: Seeris Ludove
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance:

Spoiler: Character images because they are so giant on website for some reason

Seeris stands at 5’8 with grayish pink hair and dark purple eyes.
Clothing style: Seeris’ clothing, both on and off an adventure tends to follow a similar color scheme: dark purple with accents of black and gold. It has a bit of an aristocratic flair to it with its pompous sleeves and tight collar. While out on a quest she keeps her hair tied up with a black bow, and lets it down while relaxing. Her off time clothing consists typically of silk clothing for maximum comfort.

Spoiler: Clothing

Job/Class: Necromancer
Skills: Necromancy (Advanced), Spending money (expert), cooking (adept), Negotiation (Expert)
Abilities:
Life Leech: Seeris steals the life essence from a target to grant it to herself, either healing minor wounds or empowering her abilities.
Raise undead: Not a resurrection spell, Seeris is able to summon a mindless spirit to control a corpse and fight under her command.
Walking bomb: Seeris raises a corpse and pumps it full of necrotic energy before sending it racing after foes to explode.
Grasping Hands: Seeris summons skeletal hands to reach from the ground and root foes.
Wraith step: Seeris travels through the spirit realm for a single second, allowing her to reemerge back into the material realm a short distance away from her starting point.
Weapons: The only weapon Seeris carries is a small Rome to channel her spells through, and a shoddy dagger that has never seen use.
Equipment: Seeris came to the frontier with the last few bits of money she had left, a small chest of different perfumes, an assortment of random bones.
Alignment: Neutral Evil - She is not evil in the classic sense. She doesn’t want to take over the world or just kill anyone who slights her. She still works well with others and helps other people out, just sometimes she puts her own needs first and foremost.
Personality: Seeris is one to sit back and let others do the hard work. Not to say she won’t have your back out in the field, but she won’t be anywhere near the front of the group. She has a taste for expensive things and longs for the day she can return to it. She also has an eye for anything she sees might be valuable, easily getting distracted or lured at the chance to obtain whatever it is she wants. She’s quick witted and sarcastic, loves to tease, and talks with bravado. Though she may put up a front she does have a rather kind side to her, one that cares for others deeply. Though she often uses her minions to do errands for her, she treats them all as if they were her close friends.
Background: Seeris grew up in a wealthy household where all of her needs were met. Her lifestyle was luxurious and only rarely did she ever have to lift a finger to get something done. But even then, that was too much for her at times. Her family was rooted in magic, each of them learning a set of spells in an affinity of their choice. But for Seeris, rather than touching into healing magic like her father, or the elementals like her siblings, instead decided to go the route of necromancy. Not for reasons such as talking with the dead or attempting to find a way to immortality, but so that she could have little skeletal butlers to do as she wished.

Her spending habits were an inconvenience to her family despite their wealth. Despite numerous warnings to cut down on the spending, the were all subsequently ignored. Fed up with her, and with the uncanny undead companions constantly roaming about Seeris was kicked out of her home and told not to come back until she had enough to pay off what she owed. Struggling to find work the necromancer eventually found a pamphlet detailing the wonders of the frontier. With nowhere else to go she decided to take what little belongings she had left and head to her new life.
Reasons for come to the frontier: To make enough money to return home. Or marry rich. Whatever comes first.

Optionals:
Likes: Money, wine, things that smell good, corpses of people she wasn’t friends with, cats, money.
Dislikes: The cold, the heat, corpses of people she is friends with, pulp, camping, the needy.
“Crush” (gold digging): Heath Brimstone
Admirer: Braxis Malachite

 

[Megilagor]

Pretty boy.

Name: Lucian Ashtoshan
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Half-wood elf
Appearance: Lucian stands at 6'0''/183cm, his upper body is lean and svelte with his lower body being more developed and muscular, though still soft.
Clothing style: Usually when questing Lucian wears the same clothing as in the picture, his signature witch/wizard hat though is inseparable from him, wearing it both in his questing and casual attire. His casual attire consists of loose long-sleeved shirts, and tight pants usually either in dark colors or same color as his hair.
Job/Class: Spellblade (Warrior+Mage hybrid)
Skills: Advanced Necromancy magic, Advanced Combat Enhancing magic, Expert Fire Elemental magic, Expert First Aid, Intermediate Sword Fighting, Adept Illusion magic, Adept Cooking, Novice Healing Magic.
Weapons: Fists, Scepter sword (Sword that handle is made like a magical scepter)
Equipment: First Aid & Potion pouch, Small dimensional storage satchel (mainly stores notebooks, scrolls, cooking utensils, and other smaller bits and pieces)
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Lucian isn't the friendliest fellow one might find out here in the Frontier, as he prefers to stick his nose into some books or polish his sword skill against some training dummy rather than spark a conversation, though if someone comes up to him to talk he is willing to talk, though he never is the one to start talking. And even then he is a man of few words, unless the topic is something he is interested upon, then his mouth won't stop being a waterfall of words. Till he came to the Frontier he thought of himself as being unable to love, though he might have developed a crush on certain someone one day out in the Frontier. Lucian hides his Necromancy magic as it was the reason why he had to move out to the Frontier, so unless absolutely needed he refuses to use it.

Background:
Lucian Ashtoshan the third son of Baron Ashtoshan a well-known healer and a noble who is loved by those living in his domain. The two older siblings of Lucian inherited something from his father, his eldest sister inherited his father's healing magic prowess, and his elder brother inherited his smarts and charisma, thus both of them inherited the love of those within the domain, but Lucian was a bit different. For starters, he looked nearly nothing like his father except for sharing the same eye color, though he was a spitting image of his mother, down to what she hoped to forget. His mother was a nice caring woman, one could not possibly tell she was a descendant of a family of necromancers, especially since the talent for it skipped a few generations, though it awakened in Lucian and he figured it out by pure accident. As he revived a kitten he found that it died by pure accident, though the kitten was now an undead young Lucian did not realize it for a long time until the kitten started to rot.
He was 12 when it happened. His older siblings along with his father found him and the rotting kitten, his family despised necromancy to their marrows, though they did not want to kill their own kin for it so they allowed Lucian to pack up his things and exiled him from their domain, under the pretense of him studying in some distant academy for the populace to not know why Lucian wasn't there anymore. But in reality, he simply traveled from place to place learning from books he managed to find, his first proper adventuring gear was something he looted from a dead adventurer before he reanimated the corpse to help him out a little.

At some point, he became an adventurer, and he earned the reputation of not being sociable even though he was doing so to hide his necromancy as he believed that everywhere he could be persecuted and killed for it. However, he did get acquainted with a person or two who were more favourable to him than others even being accepting of his necromancy once he told them. Though he was still fearful so when he learned of the Frontier he moved there, and on his very first day there, by pure accident, he saw her without her mask on, and he for the first time in his life felt something akin to love at first sight.

Reasons for coming to the frontier: Live a good life without persecution. Try to at least break his nervousness and talk to Zofia, get to know her and all that.

Optionals:
Crush: Zophia
Stalked/Admired by: TBD

 

[Megilagor]

Stalker/Admirer

Name: Ciel "Agaroth" Ludbeth [Agaroth is less of a middle name but more of a symbol of her being a high priestess of her god]
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Species: Wolfkin
Appearance: Ciel is a tall and muscular woman though one could hardly tell since most of her body is covered at all times. She stands at around 6'5''/195cm and weights around 132lbs/60 kg. Her hair is short though longer on one side, with her pencil dark hair that contains streaks of gold a symbol of her god.
Clothing style: Ciel usually wears her priestly attire though it might appear as military uniform it is simply what the priest of the god of war Agaroth wears. Keeping herself to shades of black and gold within her clothing both with her questing uniform and her casual clothing, though preferringa cozy black turtleneck dress with either black leggings or tights.
Job/Class: Priestess of the God of War Agaroth
Skills: Advanced Combat Enhancing magic, Advanced Light magic, Expert Hand to Hand combat, Expert Sword Fighting, Intermediate Water + Air = Lighting magic, Intermediate Stealth, Adept Cooking, Adept Butchering, Novice Dancer
Weapon: Prefers using her Hands ,or Her magic, though if need be she wields the iconic buster sword of her religious order.
Equipment: Thick fur cloak, dimensional sheath [Contains just her buster sword, and only it's handle sticks out], a religious book of her order.
Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality:
Ciel is a cold, manipulative, and sadistic woman who lacks empathy for people who she deems unworthy of her god's grace (though the obvious exception would be her crush even if he is weak). Ciel is a bit of a battle junkie as the priestess of the god of war it is quite fitting, as feeling pain and dealing with pain is something she craves most. Though even the toughest meanest and ugliest barbarians have something sweeter and nicer inside.

In private Ciel is a woman who enjoys looking at and interacting with cute things, being womanly in all of its aspects despite the fact she very much grew up as a tomboy. Despite all else she loves cooking as she is a big eater considering how active she is and wishes that her crush one day can taste her meals without running away. (Her cooking doesn't look too good but it tastes amazing.)
Background:
Ciel was born in a large family, as the middle child the 7th child out of 13 actually, though the sole girl in the household except for her mother. Her clan Ludbeth was known for being good fighters who were willing to fight to death for the most trivial thing as long as the goal was just by their standards. Ciel was the lucky one in her family to be picked up by the temple of Agaroth as she was the one with the biggest magic potential out of all her siblings (though all of them had a good grip on Combat Enhancing magic), so Ciel spent most of her teenage years within the temple learning, training, and being pious to the God of War Agaroth, eventually earning the right to use his name as her symbol of being his priestess. Soon after that, she was sent out to fulfill her pious duty. What that duty was you ask, quite simple. Slaughtering enemies, and converting fighters to her religion, and those who refused were to be maimed or killed without leaving evidence of her doing so. It wasn't until her young adult days that she earned her position of the high priestess of Agaroth.

With that new position, she was sent out to the Frontier to establish a new temple there and convert as many people as she could to their faith. It was there she at some point noticed a youth a few years younger than her, that caught her eye. He might not have looked like Agaroth, he might not have really fit that mold, but she was drawn to him in some way. Over the years she would observe the youth, sometimes going out of her way to stalk the boi as he went somewhere. Upon receiving a letter from her church that the previous saintess died along with her mark, she was chosen as the new saintess of Agaroth, and she had to pick a mark. With the mark being the one the saintesses were supposed to mold into the new Agaroth.

Reasons for coming to the frontier: To spread the teachings of Agaroth, and possibly even build his grandest temple there. As well as pursue her crush as she sees potential in him to be the next Agaroth.

Crush: Aelric Xandyr Moonspring

 

[Sir Mayday]

Zophia

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Name: Zophia
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race:Human
Role:Stalker/Admirer
Job: Artificer/Rogue
Reasons for coming to the frontier: To collect samples and create a ideal specimen to continue her work.

Summary


Zophia is a brilliant plague doctor whose life is a volatile mix of ambition and indulgence. Her sharp tongue and unpredictable behavior make her both feared and despised. She thrives on the chaos she creates. While her work is truly for the betterment of others to rid the world of monsters and filth. Her true motivation is her insatiable thirst for recognition, pleasure, and the thrill going into the unknown. To her nothing is off limits if it serves her desires.

Zophia's pride is both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness. She carries herself with a confidence of steel, yet this is constantly undermined by the gnawing insecurity of being overlooked. Praise and compliments send her into a frenzy of delight, but their absence fuels her rage! Emotional entanglements are distractions, yet she craves validation and power over others. This girl is full of contradictory impulses that are reflected in her actions.

Recently she had a realization. Her work might end with her death! The thought of her legacy fading terrifies her. Not because she fears death, but because her name and achievements might be forgotten. Her solution is simple to her. She will find a husband to create the "perfect heir" who will continue her work.

Zophia approaches the task with a lack of restraint. She evaluates potential suitors with a mix of clinical curiosity and lustful desire. She shifts wildly between cold calculation and impulsive action. The prospect of molding a student, a creation born of both her bloodline and a good candidate...consumes her thoughts. To her there are no limits to what she can take, create, or destroy in pursuit of her goals.

Background:


Zophia was born in a small rural town in the heart of a swamp. The town was known for its abundance of herbal plants and its trees that intertwined like a web. Her mother was a respected healer while her father was a gambler whose sporadic hunting skills barely sustained the family. They lived on scraps, with her mother’s earnings as their main source of income The marriage of her parents was one of necessity, not affection. They paid little attention to Zophia. Life was uneventful for her.

Everything changed when a group of adventurers ventured into a nearby dungeon. They returned semi-victorious, bearing loot but visibly weakened. Their skin was pale, and they struggled to carry their spoils. No one in the village noticed these signs until the following day, when a deadly plague began to spread. The adventurers were the first to succumb, and the village fell into chaos. With no outside help, the villagers turned to Zophia’s mother whose healing skills became their only hope. Zophia assisted her by disposing of the growing number of corpses while her father fell ill, forcing her mother to work tirelessly.

The fragile equilibrium shattered when Zophia’s mother herself became sick. With no one else capable of treating the victims Zophia took up her mother’s mantle. She donned her mother’s garb and mask and she attempted to save the village. Desperation drove her to untested methods. She experimented on the villagers, mixing medicines and remedies in a frantic bid to halt the disease. Some perished under her care, but her relentless efforts ultimately saved the village—and her parents. Though noone forgot the methods she used to save them.

For the first time, Zophia earned her parents’ attention. Her father saw her as a source of profit, parading her around to sell her potions and reaping the earnings for himself. Her mother saw a pupil worthy of rigorous training, pouring all her knowledge into Zophia during every waking moment. Though Zophia resented their exploitation, she also craved their fleeting praise.

Life took another turn when a new group of adventurers arrived to finally clear the dungeon. Zophia joined them, not to protect them, but to uncover the source of the plague. Together they ventured deep into the dungeon and discovered a corrupted tree spirit. The adventurers defeated the spirit, but its dying act unleashed a devastating wave of spores. The plague surged back into the village, more deadly than ever.

This time Zophia made a fateful decision. Tired of being unappreciated and exploited, she chose not to return to the village. She fled with the surviving adventurers, using her skills and their magic to ensure their survival barely. Days later, she learned that the village had been wiped out. Though she occasionally wondered if she could have made a difference by staying.

Zophia’s journey continued with various adventuring parties. She honed her craft, bent on destroying monsters and filth. She would carry on her mother's work.

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Personality:
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Likes: Books, Swamps, Sample Collecting
Dislikes: Heat, The Law,
Strengths: Intelligence, Perception, Agility
Weaknesses: Strength, Willpower, Endurance
Virtues: Patience, Assertive, Critical Thinker
Vices: Selfish, Narcissism, Prideful, Envious
Fears: Fire, Sick people, Rodents

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Physical description: Zophia is a modest woman who usually covers herself. She wears a long coat, and plague doctor mask. Leather straps and belts cover her waist. Her armor and clothing always dirty and rugged. Even her hands are covered by heavy duty gloves. To finish it all off, hardened leather boots.

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Equipment:
Weapon: Questionable substances and Daggers.
Abilities/Skills:
Healing (Expert)
Combat Enhancing Magic (Basic)
Stealth (Intermediate)
Alchemy (Intermediate)
Air Magic (Basic)

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Work and Pleasure! I WANT BOTH!

coded by @DeerPrince​

 

[Minteafresh]

NAME ` Heath Brimstone
AGE ` twenty five
GENDER ` male
SPECIES ` dragon kin
CLOTHING STYLE ` he has a clear preference for loose fitting clothes, finding tighter fitting things to be too restrictive
CLASS ` warrior
SKILLS ` fire(advanced) | combat enhancing magic(intermediate) | death magic(intermediate) | abyssal magic(expert)
WEAPON ` sword for a curved blade. Though it's more for show, since he has a preference for using fists
EQUIPMENT ` he doesn't wear much, his scales acting as full body armor all the time, despite not being visible on his human form. He also has a pouch of his things, enchanted to be bottomless to fit all of his prizes possessions, as well as be something that cannot be separated from him.
ALIGNMENT ` Neutral good
PERSONALITY ` An incredibly stubborn, battle ready man. Always ready to throw down, Heath dons many of your stereotypical draconic traits. He's quick to turn aggressive, prideful, territorial and possessive over his things. His reputation as a brute isn't unfounded, as he believes in letting his fists do the talking - and is not one to shy away from fighting. However he's not brainless as some may think, years of combat making him a quick thinker and analytical type.
Hes pretty selfish, in the sense that he'll do what benefits him. His life is his own after all, and he sees no reason to bend his way of living to suit anyone's needs. He can be quite greedy as well, hoarding things the way your typical dragon does with their treasure. No one's allowed to touch his things, and they risk being set ablaze for overstepping. However despite his faults, Heath is rather respectful. He won't overstep boundaries, be that physical or emotional. And even though he's a bit of a brute, he'll concede to strong opponents with mutual respect. It usually just takes some proving to get on his good side; where he showcases a more lazy approach to life, often lounging around without much care when he's not fighting.
BACKGROUND ` Heath grew up in the mountains, a tough environment and fairly isolated from civilization. As a result, his lifestyle was more 'wild' to put it mildly, he and his siblings getting into fist fights where the hierarchy was decided based on strength. They roughhoused often and their parents never really intervened, only ever reminding them to not cause life altering wounds.
Eventually, it was time for them to leave the nest - literally. They were pretty much kicked out as soon as they had the life skills for it, and Heath didn't have much of a problem making it work. He travelled around for a few years, seeing this and that, fighting and obtaining pretty things which added to his collection. Eventually he found a nice forest to call his own, and settled down for a couple of years
Unfortunately, civilization took his forest from him. Pesky humans built life close enough, and began cutting trees and killing wildlife to expand. Meaning, Heath couldn't stay. He left, and decided he'd need to start anew, somewhat without any bothersome humans.
REASONS FOR COMING TO FRONTIER ` Didn't have anything better to do really, and gaining more riches for his hoard sounded pretty great.
LIKES ` sleeping, hot climates, meat, naps and sparring
DISLIKES ` humans, cold places, people touching his things, being disturbed when he's taking a nap and anyone who tells him what to do
STALKER/ADMIRER ` tbd