Fantasy The Aspect Saga: Guidelines and Characters

[Baconhands]

It is to my experience that loner type characters do not typically do very well in this type of Roleplay. I will strongly encourage you not to make this sort of character; you are much more likely not to interact with the RP and at a significantly higher risk of getting bored.
There is a certain level of detail to be expected: I would hope that each of your posts will be at least 2 paragraphs long.
If you are joining, please remember that this RP is not only yours or mine but the whole group's. If you aren't able to post for a couple of days, please let me know so that I can plan appropriately for it and so that other players can move their characters on to interact with others.
The lore is fairly important and I do expect you to have read some of it, albeit it is still a work in progress in a couple of areas. If you have any questions I will be happy to answer them regarding it.
For the purposes of magic, if your character is lineaged, I'm happy to let you have free reign for the concepts and effects of spells, though please be prepared to tweak them based on feedback.
There is a character guideline that I will be posting, please try to stick to it. I am not very fluent in bbcode; feel free to code it however you would like.
Please wait for me to approve your character before you start posting.
Respect your fellow players. If you have any issues bring them to me.
If the guidelines are not kept to then I will ask you to stop posting.

• Character Outline
• Active Characters
• Questions and Answers

• 
  Your character sheet should include the following information at a minimum
  Name:
  Age:
  Country: (In the case of the Empire of Alba or the Commonwealth, I'd like to know which state they are from e.g. Volk, Arenthor)
  Lineage: (If appropriate: what is the name of the Aspect Dragon your character is descended from. If your character is not lineaged, you can simply delete this from the CS)
  Appearance: (This can be in the form of a picture, a description, or a mixture of the two)
  
  Spells: (What kind of spells can your character do? I'll expect two-three sentences describing each spell. Be inventive! There aren't really any guidelines for spells, other than try to make them linked to the lineage of your character in some way. Delete if not appropriate for your character)
  Skills and Abilities: (Is your character especially good at something? Rock climbing, skiing? Apple bobbing?)
  Equipment: (Including weapons and armour if your character has some)
  
  Personality: (A minimum of two paragraphs)
  Goals and motivations:
  Background/Biography: (A minimum of three paragraphs)
  
  Extras:
  
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  Kadri - Baconhands
  Bronwyn, Graham - Silverflight
  Rollo, Ivarr - Spellsword Kirov
  Seren - Flutterby
  Grim - LazyDaze
  Rine - GamerCarrot
  
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  Q: What does the Aspect of Arcana do?
  A: The best explanation I can give is the manipulation of raw energy, instead of say an element like fire, ice, or light.
  
  Q: If two lineaged were to have children, and they were two different lineages, what happens?
  A: There is a 50/50 chance that they will inherit one or the other lineage. They are guaranteed to be lineaged either way.
  
  Q: Can lineaged sense other lineaged?
  A: It's a very minor sense of familiarity akin to if they blinked they would miss it. The only way to truly confirm somebody is lineaged due to their scales.
  

 

[SilverFlight]

Name: Bronwyn Dunmar

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Lineage: None

Skills and abilities:

Swordsmanship - Bronwyn is excellent with a blade and shield, always placing at the tourneys held in Arenthor and Nordgard
Horsemanship - Bronwyn is a skilled rider and spent much of her youth perfecting saddle tricks from the back of a galloping horse. This has served her very well both in battle and in competition.
Martial tactics & leadership - With a quick mind and a commanding voice, the mantle of leadership sits well on her shoulders. Bronwyn has experience and talent for planning martial strikes and creating defenses. Bronwyn is a skilled fighter and knows what to expect when charging on a front line and fighting either a single enemy at a time, or many.

Appearance: Bronwyn is 5’9" and clad in scale armour, with plates set upon her chest, shoulders and the back of her arms. The scales are sculpted to look like feathers and about her torso and waist there is a leather tunic, quilted and stained blue. Her hair long, thick and dark brown, falling to the middle of her back, though it is usually tied. She has a fine, rounded chin, a thick brow and solemn grey eyes that bear a gentle fortitude.

Weapons:
Bronwyn carries a sword and shield enchanted to repel magical attacks. These items were crafted by the very best smiths in Arenthor, tempered steel with intricate feather designs at the base of the blade and across the three point heater shield. A silver gryphon rampant is depicted at the shield's center on a blue background.

• Personality
• Background & Goals
• Extra

• 
  An old friend once said to Bronwyn that chivalry was a myth; a fanciful lie told to the lower-born to make them love those who ruled over them. From the moment she heard this she was intent on proving them wrong. Bronwyn strives for moral heights that most others wouldn't try to achieve, though time and reality has tempered lofty ideology into personal strictness and external tolerance. Bronwyn is a relaxed and nonchalant character most often and tries her best to teach by example, understanding that an air of prideful self-righteousness rarely accomplishes more than making one look like an ass. Beneath the warm and placative nature however lies a guilt-ridden melancholy stemmed from dark moments of her past. Bronwyn carries a deep-rooted self-loathing for one particular failure and this has forced her to seek out a path to redemption. Bronwyn's confidence in her judgement has taken a strong blow, and though she is an immaculate commander when she does lead, she no longer believes herself worthy of taking charge. Mostly however Bronwyn tries to be cheerful and has a hearty sense of humour most people find pleasant. She can lift the mood of a room in just a few words and tends to spread her cheer wherever she goes. She is an easy person to trust and has a tendency to be protective over those she sees as vulnerable. It is very difficult to make Bronwyn lash out in anger, though injustice, duplicity and arrogance do make her annoyed. Mostly she is careful of her temper, and usually willing to play mediator rather than opponent unless she is forced.
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  Born the seventh child to a prestigious family in Arenthor, Bronwyn could not hope to inherit anything of large value. The fate of strong-willed children with no inheritance was often to seek honour and victory in the military and this is precisely what Bronwyn decided to do. She was squired to one of the king's best, in an elite force called "The Gryphons", there she was trained for years under the careful tutelage of the twelve fighters it was comprised of. Over time Bronwyn move up through the ranks, proving herself valiant, compassionate and brave. She quickly earned the love of the other squires and when they became knights in their own right it was clear Bronwyn would be their leader, taking her mentor's place as head of the King's Gryphons. For Bronwyn there was no greater honour and she bore the title with pride. This honour however only lasted but one short year.
  A noble, dark in his ambitions and corrupt to the heart needled his way into the king's good graces. This man wore a mask so perfect there was no one the wiser when he requested the Gryphons be put into his service for one month, to help deal with a master-less bandit gang raiding the border villages on his lands. The knights' reputation had grown since Bronwyn had become their commander and they were known for their ability to accomplish near impossible tasks with only twelve fighters.
  Bronwyn was commanded to take her force and attack a convoy in the dead of night while the bandits slept unawares. The plan had been to douse the fires and best the villains quickly, recovering the food stores and valuables taken from the noble's serfs, but when Bronwyn ordered the attack and lead her knights into battle, she was astonished to find that the first bandit she took hold of was nothing more than a frightened child. They had been tricked, the convoy was not peopled by brigands, but by the house of a lesser noble from Silverun, that had stood in the way of a lucrative business venture desired by the corrupt noble. They had killed ten people by the time Bronwyn called off the attack. Furious and ashamed Bronwyn went straight to the king, only to find that word of the deed had gotten to him first, from the mouth of the very noble that had sent them to slaughter innocents.
  She had been completely out-maneuvered: There was planted evidence of bribery, a letter forged in Bronwyn's own hand incriminating her for knowingly slaughtering the family. The Gryphons were disbanded in disgrace and Bronwyn banished from her own home, her name struck from the king's service...and her father's house.
  Now, Bronwyn seeks redemption, a way to prove to herself and to others that she is not what her mistake has made her.
• 
  Bronwyn raised and trained a war dog in the last 2 years she spent with the Gryphons. Bluebell was smaller than most of the dogs and when they were reclaimed by the king's forces, they had decided to destroy her. As Bronwyn's last disreputable act, she broke into the kennels on the day she was banished and stole the dog away. Blue is Bronwyn's pride and joy and a very intelligent animal, learning incredibly specific commands. She is also fearless, an excellent judge of character and 120lbs of the biggest sweetheart anyone could ever know.
  
  Spoiler: Bluebell

  

 

[SilverFlight]

Name: Graham “Gray” Guyver

Age: 21

Gender: male

Lineage: Sidabrinis

Skills and abilities:
The element of surprise is Graham’s best weapon, however his quickness has saved his life more than once. His magic allows him to create unreasonable luck in combat, this could be to his benefit, or to the detriment of his opponent. He has worked hard to make sure the implementation of his power doesn’t harm anyone but his target.
Graham is also a capable knife-thrower, handy with a pair of daggers and is talented in a straight up fist fight. Graham’s physical fighting abilities came from the streets, and later from his mentor at the palace. Graham is good not only at identifying poisons, but also making them, and their respective antidotes.

Appearance: Gray is not particularly tall, standing at 5’7” and his wiry frame makes him look less than intimidating. He has dark, scruffy hair with a loose curl. His brows are thick, and his eyes are set deep, because of this he often looks brooding, or at least, mildly upset. He has an angular face with a short, stubbly beard. His eyes are a warm, honey-brown that diminish the fierceness created by his prominent brow. The silver scales of his lineage are on the back of his forearm. There is what looks like a tattoo across the bridge of his nose, made to look like a streak of blood. Gray usually wears a loose, linen shirt and tight breeches, and a dark brown doeskin hunting tunic overtop, studded with iron. His cloak is deep navy and made of thick wool. His clothes are worn and patched, and the leather is flaking in places, hastily stitched in others. Overall, he bears the evidence of little wealth, yet thorough care given to what little he has. When Graham is particularly uneasy, he breaks out a small tobacco pipe. Gray’s accent is from North Eyra (something akin to Scottish).

Weapons:
Gray carries a multitude of small blades, his favourites being two identical daggers, their pommels made of iron in the likeness of badger heads. Gray is very good at hiding weapons so it is unclear just how many he has. The visible ones are his favoured dagger pair, one at each hip, and two rows of three throwing knives set into leather holders on his tunic, one on each side, the blades aligned with his ribs.

• Personality
• Background & goals
• Extra

• 
  At first meeting, Graham comes off as a mouthy, carefree wit, with little to no concern for others. He is quick to judge and often speaks with a distinct lack of tact. Graham will go out of his way to convince people he is unfeeling and unpleasant, however when put to the test many will find the opposite. Graham is fairly soft in the face of innocence. With friends, his quick insults and teasing are a sign of affection and he can be awkward and sheepish when he’s seriously upset someone. Getting Graham irritated isn’t hard, many things irritate Graham, and he will usually respond by being rude or insulting. Getting him truly angry is difficult, and doing so reveals quite another side of him entirely:
  
  There is another layer, one Gray doesn’t like to show to anyone. By events in his past he was forced into a career he had no stomach for, a violent career. Graham was trained as an assassin, to carry out the ‘control’ of delicate political situations. He kills practically, without hesitation and without pity. He had to learn to steel himself against the inevitable grief his actions caused, and the soul-eating guilt brought by the blood on his hands. Graham can become completely unfeeling. Making Graham truly angry puts him in the same state. Oftentimes he will not react to the slight that provokes it, he bides his time until one day, the offender may wind up dead.
  Ultimately the guilt cannot be so easily dispensed, and Graham still carries it, harrowed and haunted by it on dark nights, but this he will try to take this to his grave.
• 
  Graham is the son of a fisherman, his mother died in childbirth and he grew up in relative poverty, with his father his sole parent and guardian. His father was not a wise man, nor an honest one, and when he found out his son had been blessed by the aspect of luck he began plotting to use it. It would only be simple things, bringing his son to dice games, or races, or making small bets for a little coin or needed items, but greed quickly pushed him to take bolder risks. Graham would escape his father’s watch often and play with the other children close by. With them he practiced his gift for good, helping even the odds against a bully, or to find things children had lost. He had a kind and gentle heart as a boy, and did not deserve what happened next:
  
  One night, during a particularly brutal duel, Graham’s father forced him to create an event that would allow the man he bet against to lose. Lose he did and he was slain, but not before Graham was caught using his power. The authorities in the village had arrived just before the end and one was experienced in aspect magic. Graham’s father was charged with exploiting the boy and though Graham begged, tried to convince the official he had acted without his father’s knowing, the man would not be swayed. He was taken from his home then; he never saw his father again.
  
  Graham was given to a guardian in Volk’s capital and he was trained in his gift. When he applied himself, he found he had a very creative streak when it came to using it and was very soon getting himself into all sorts of mischief. On one particular occasion Graham had made off with something that didn’t belong to him: One of the older boys he was schooling with had humiliated him in front of the others, to punish him Graham crept into his house and stole information that would expose the boy’s father, a respected member of the court, for a criminal. The man that gave chase, chased him to kill him. Graham made it all the way back to his house and burst through the doors to find his guardian sitting in his armchair, reading as he often did. The knife that came for him he barely saw. He used his gift without thinking. The assassin mis-stepped, overbalanced, and plunged past Graham, putting the blade straight into the heart of his mentor instead. The assassin beat him, and took the records back, but left him alive.
  
  With the assassin long gone and the evidence removed, there was no one to speak of Graham’s innocence and in a grief-addled panic, Graham ran. In the days that followed Graham’s guilt and anguish curdled into hatred for the man that had caused it, not the assassin but the one who had sent him. It burned inside Gray and he thought that he would die with it. He did not die however. He spent a year on the streets, learning what he could, using his gift to keep himself alive. He grew skilled in hand to hand combat, and wielding daggers, stealing what he needed to survive and by the end of that long year he had earned a bounty. Graham was beginning to think he could not be touched, his gift allowed him to wriggle free of even the most well-laid traps, which was why he was not prepared for a bounty-hunter that used the same gift, only better.
  
  He was imprisoned awaiting the gallows and for another time in his life, things seemed hopeless. Graham did not expect the woman standing before his cell days later, ordering his release if he agreed to her terms. Dagna was one of the monarchy’s elite fighters, though she did not look it. Dagna, was an assassin, and she would teach Graham the art of the craft, or, he could die with the next dawn. Graham, given a chance he did not believe he deserved, studied hard, he learned everything Dagna offered to teach, he resumed his aspect training too, under the guise of a visiting nephew from Eyra, admitted to the official school of the court. Everything was going well, until the night Graham was expected to apply his training. The target was an old man, feeble, yet brilliant. He was involved in a plot to siphon off taxes for his benefit and those close to him. He would be an example to those who might attempt the same. In a twist of fate, or perhaps it was his power responding to his subconscious will, the man was also the one who, on that ill-fated day, sent the assassin; the one who killed his guardian. Graham had practiced the strike again and again, he knew every move he was to make and he wanted to do it, but when it came to the moment, when it came to killing a defenseless old man in his bedroom, Graham couldn’t. Once in his chambers however, the man saw Graham and raised the alarm. Graham, desperate to stop him applied his power, but in his haste he did not apply the control he had cultivated so carefully over the past 3 years. The old man fell down the flight of stairs in his attempt to escape and broke his neck, fulfilling Graham’s contract and adding another life to the tally he kept.
  
  Graham, once back in the safety of Dagna’s home waited to feel something. Relief, happiness, anything that would allow him to celebrate the death of his guardian’s killer, to justify what he had done, but he felt only emptiness. Graham realized then that killing made nothing right, it only poisoned the killer, pulling him further and further away from humanity. He killed many more times since that day, protecting the crown and court from threats they would never see. He closed his heart to it and tried not to think of his blood-drenched conscience.
  
  Graham looked on from a distance as the Ever Watching chose a young woman from the very town in which he had been born, and days later…she vanished.
  There were many theories put forth, most involving foul play, ultimately Dagna and Graham along with others loyal to the crown were tasked with finding the lost queen. They split up, and Graham has been searching ever since.
• 
  When Graham isn’t channeling his power, he is prone to minor misfortune, almost as if fate itself is trying to balance the scales. This can lead to frequent moments of embarrassment and inconvenience that at times feel so karmic it is comical.

 

[Baconhands]

Name: Kadri Laar
Age: 19
Country: Volk
Lineage: Kadri is a lineaged of Arbuzs, the Aspect Dragon of Lightning

• Appearance
• Spells, Abilities, and Equipment
• Personality and Goals
• Background

• 
  Standing at 5'7", Kadri is an athletic individual with a slim figure. She has tempestuous gray eyes that appear to shift between dark and stormy to that of a similar colour to an overcast sky. She has sharp, inquisitive features. Her hair is a raven black that falls half a foot past her shoulders that she normally lets hang loosely, though occasionally she puts it into a pony tail. On her right forearm is a cluster of ocean-blue scales which is buried into the skin, which have been there since birth.
  
  Typically, Kadri wears a deep-blue, linen tunic. It has long sleeves and falls down to her wrists, covering her scales when she's walking and sitting down. The tunic is trimmed with a silver thread that spells out various names; the names of storms. In addition to her tunic, she wears black trousers and boots. A sea green cloak adorns her shoulders at almost all times. It has a hood attached to it. Around her neck is an amulet that has strange runes and images etched into it.
  
• 
  Spells:
  Kadri's spells require her to utter an incantation before the magic is cast.
  
  When the phrase, Audros Skydas, is said, lightning strikes down from above in a location that she can see. The spell is mostly defensive in nature, and is known to be able to intercept a significant number of other spells.
  
  Audros Mestis is Kadri's go to offensive spell. Lightning dances from her scales to her fingertips, and when she lashes her arm forward the built up energy strikes in the direction she has chosen. The beam is maintained as long as she is concentrating on it, and can branch around objects if she so chooses. This is Kadri's most draining spell and she can only really maintain it for about twenty seconds before she passes out.
  
  Valguse Kaudu. Two bolts of lightning strike down from the heavens, almost simultaneously, transporting Kadri from one location to the other. She can transport one other person with her, but this requires additional concentration and energy. She can only teleport to another location that she can see.
  
  Skills and Abilities: Due to her upbringing on an island nation, Kadri has taken a particular interest in sailing and fishing. She knows her way around a ship and if necessary she can create a rudimentary fishing rod.
  
  Equipment: Kadri carries a leather satchel with her. Inside it are two books, one called The Saga, and the other is empty. Around her neck is an amulet with strange runes carved into it.
  
• 
  Kadri is competitive, as all people in Volk are supposed to be. She has competed in the tournaments in Volk since she was allowed to, at the age of sixteen, and has endeavoured to ensure she hasn't missed a single one hosted in the cities. Prior to being allowed to enter the tournaments, Kadri's biggest obsession was books and stories; she does not leave home without her copy of The Saga, a collection of short stories, each supposedly written by an Aspect Dragon. Whenever she is idle, it is a truism that she will be found reading it.
  Kadri's childhood has led her to be fairly open-minded when it comes to people; not quite to the point of naivety, but she is somewhat optimistic about a person when she meets them for the first time. Of course, she will take measures to ensure that she isn't tricked into a deal that isn't exactly to her benefit, but, while she does have a few stereotypes in her mind about people from the other nations, she is willing to hear most people out.
  
  Kadri is not a leader: in the back of her mind, she knows this. Her ideas of leadership come from stories and books, and thus she will sometimes deliberately keep information because she believes it will be of a benefit to others.
  
  Her motivation is to be the best she can be, and her goal is to ensure the artefacts are in safe hands.
  
• 
  Born in a town on the East coast of Volk named Tallin, Kadri was the first and only child of two well-off lineaged named Friedrick and Ida. Both worked on the docks, stabilising the weather to ensure that the small fishing boats could return to the safety of the harbour when the storms fell on the island nation. Kadri grew up learning the names of the storms; she was told that each storm preceded the arrival of dragons, and that the silhouettes within them were the shadows cast by the first children of Arbuzs. She became somewhat sceptical that this was the case when she reached the age of ten, but there was always a sense of familial connectivity whenever the lightning flashed and whenever the thunder roared. She credits these stories for her love of books, legends, and myths.
  
  The island nation's method of choosing a monarch infused within it a culture of competitiveness, and Kadri did not escape its influence. Her parents took her to a tournament in Kaunu when she was eleven and she was instantly enamoured with the fighters, the arenas, the crowds, and all of the energy that came with it. She determined this was what she wanted to do. Knowing that the crown was far beyond her grasp did not dissuade her; she knew she could forge her life around this, if she put her mind to it. After studying and training for three years, she took part in her first tournament in a small township some twenty miles away. Her parents made sure she did not travel alone - her friends Hendrik and Sigrid accompanied her. Out of the fourteen lineaged who competed, Kadri finished eighth.
  
  The lineaged has refined her technique and knowledge over the last three years, steadily improving her placements, culminating in a fifth place finish at the largest tournament ever hosted in Kaunu. The typical prizes were revealed: money and recognition by the Ever Watching.
  After the celebrations, she was approached by a figure who gave her an amulet, assuring her that this was one of the ten Aspect Artefacts. A few experiments, some days later, revealed these claims to be true, and a sense of dreadful excitement settled in the lineaged's mind. If this was one of the ten Artefacts, then what of the other nine? Could somebody be hunting them? What could they be planning?
  Determined to ensure they were not used for nefarious purposes, Kadri left her homeland, determined to find the other nine before they fell into the hands of those who harbour darker ambitions.
  

 

[LazyDaze]

Name: Azillrys Grim

Nicknames: Grim The Storyteller, Grim the Devil

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Grim is a fairly tall man standed at about 6' 2" and has a thin frame. He has long silver hair and red eyes which are a trademark of his race. His black scales range from the back of his neck and his upper back. This is part of the reason he wears his hair long in combination with high collars. His eyes seem cold and calculating; his smile devious and sly. However, he can often change his expression to suit his needs. His clothing is too eccentric to put into words. He even has a rose vine wrapped around his hat to serve as an example of that. Despite his eccentric clothing one can tell he is not one of noble background. They instead look like the hand me down costume of a performer, and that is actually correct since most of the articles of clothing are gifts from the friends he made while working in the circus.

Lineage: Tamsus, Dragon of Darkness

Skills and abilities:

Sleight of hand/Theft: Tamsus is a skilled magician who has practiced the art of illusion and deception (in the natural sense.) Sure its good for entertainment, but it is also good for thievery and fooling your enemies. You always have to be on guard because if you blink you might miss it.

Actor: As a performed/storyteller he is adept at acting. With his lack of shame he has no problem lying, faking an injury, or doing anything to gain an edge or serve his purpose. He can even cry on queue!

Escape Artist: Although a brawl does not suit him at all he is adept in the art of running away, or escaping trouble. He can untie knots, pick locks, and even escape out of heavy chains if given time. Call it cowardly, but he calls it life.

Strategy: Brains over brawn, or so they say. He prefers to plan ahead and see the big picture. Just know that he is not going to be facing you head on without a plan. He is pretty intelligent.

Photographic Memory- Self explanatory. He can remember details vividly with relative ease.

Weapons/Items:
Cane-A normal cane that he can always seen walking with. Gives him an extra flair to his ensemble; however, it can serve as a way to defend himself in close quarters.

Bag of Tricks: Although he carries most things in his hat, he has some of his "tricks" contained in a satchel for easy access. This includes throwing knifes, a deck of cards, magic powder, small explosive vials (used in performance, but these are merely colorful smoke bombs.)

• Personality
• Spells and Equipment
• Background

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  Personality: Grim blessed with a silver tongue and an inclination towards risky behavior. Grim is someone who enjoys freedom above all else. He does what he wants to do, when he wants to do it; however, these actions almost always involve some kind of unconventional twist due to his thrill seeking nature. He would be lying if he said he didn't slightly enjoy the misfortune of others. He never misses an opportunity to employ one of his pranks, or get under someone's skin. His wit is second to none and is often conjoined with his sarcasm and dark humor. You could say that his intelligence is a chief cause of this behavior. Grim was always able to think a few steps ahead of the next person to the point he could even bypass consequences that he knew were bound to befall him. Without a doubt, this behavior is also rooted in his past. Misfortune befalls everyone, and he knows that more than anyone and has become incredibly calloused to things such as morality, life, and death. That is not to say he has no sense of morality. There are certain lines that even he won't cross; however, he won't shed any tears simply because someone died. If you want to get him to do something, then it is best you approach him with tangible terms and not try to pull on his heart strings. Despite all of his flaws he does have a heart. It is unknown of what one must do to get on his good side, but once he befriends you he will never forget you.
  
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  Dream Walker-A spell that allows him access to the dream plane. He can't attack anyone; however, he can speak to a person through their dreams as well as manipulate the dreams. To do this he has to perform a ritual that grants him access to their dreams. By doing this he can send messages over long distances; however, he would need a specific connection with the person in question before hand.
  
  Grim's Locker-A spell in which the user can store a plethora of different items in a pocket dimension composed of complete darkness. The container must be prepped before hand. Grim stores the pocket dimension in his hat so that he can call things from out of his hat, as well as absorb other things. He usually uses this to attack and defend. Even large objects can be sucked into this container; however, it costs more energy to do so. Spell can only be maintained for 5 minutes.
  
  Shadow Manipulation-Grim can turn himself into a shadow to travel to other shadows that he sees. He can traverse 200 meters easily during this process but would have to recharge since prolonged use would drain him Moreover, he can hide within the shadows of others undetected if he makes contact with theirs.
  
  Raven-A defensive spell in which he splits up into a several shadow ravens that fly to a certain point to converge again into his real body.
  
  Charles Snugglesworth-Well that's what he calls him...a dark mass of darkness forms underneath his feet and several dark tendrils rise up out of the darkness. These tendrils defend and attack on his behalf. Can maintain for 5 minutes
  
• 
  Grim appears to be anything but ordinary at first glance; however, even that is a ruse when you delve into his origins. Grim was born into an ancient group of nomadic individuals known as Katharkians. They are to this day the among some of the longest recorded group of organized people, and even they do not know how far back their true origins are. In the simplest terms, the Katharkians are storytellers; however, they serve as the World's memory. They have but one purpose, and that is to wander about the world and record its events even until its demise and they have been doing this for centuries. Every generation, a keeper of the World's Memory is chosen and the book that is said to hold the dark history of humanity's past is left in their care. These chosen guardian is called The Keeper of Fables.
  
  It is a very small group due to many factors: Their nomadic lifestyle is taxing. They wander about the world and often meet their untimely end due to unforeseen circumstances. Given their duty to record all kinds of events they are often present in dangerous situations as well. Second, they have their own social dynamic in which preserving the World's history takes priority over all else. They could easily kill, or sacrifice their own should it been seen as a way to preserve the history of the world. (Ex. You are not allowed to have more than one child. Having too many children makes it harder to travel, and easier to get caught.) Lastly, those who truly believe this civilization to be more than myth often hunt them down in hopes that they will receive forbidden/hidden knowledge. However, this is not that common since tales of their existence have become no more than fairy tales, or myth.
  
  Centuries ago, one of Grim's ancestors named Geagass was discovered to be lineaged. However, they feared this would compromise their neutrality as observers. Simply exiling him would not be enough, since he would still have forbidden knowledge and could act on revenge; moreover, they had to definitively end his bloodline. All of relation to Geagass was executed for the good of the world, but one escaped. His wife Tetral exiled herself and bore his son. This event created a break in their structure for centuries to come. Sometime between the exile of Grim's ancestor and his own birth, the book containing the World's Secrets was lost during an all out attack on their civilization. The Katharkians were decimated and it is unlikely that any remain. Ironically, Grim's ancestors escaped this fate due to their exile and they were the only people left to carry on their original purpose. Nevertheless, not even this tragedy was enough to end the tale of betrayal that had been passed down from generation to generation. Their lineaged bloodline would pop up yet again when Grim was born, only serving as a reminder of their cursed blood.
  
  For Grim, the exile was a blessing in disguise. Although he inherited the bitterness, and burden of being a Katharkian of the Geagass bloodline, this exile gave him more freedom in life. He did not know his father, but he was raised by his loving mother. Together they traveled the world in search of the World's History. She also trained him as an observer of the world. He was extremely talented and picked up many things quickly. In his mothers eyes, he was the perfect candidate to obtain the World's History. The vindication of a lineaged taking the rightful place as the Keeper of Fables clouded her mind of all reason. The more Grim grew into his own, the more obsessive she became. This obsession soon became hate since Grim showed no interest in fulfilling his role. Eventually, on their future trips, she tried to kill her 6 year old son on many occasions. Due to his ability and intelligence, he easily thwarted her attempts at every turn. He even knew she was the one trying to kill him; however, his love for her trumped even that. At a certain point it became a game to him. He could never figure out her reason. However, this only served to send her into a depressed state as she truly realized how insignificant she was in comparison to her son. She left without a word and committed suicide. For a week he remained where she last left him, until he decided to venture off on his own...believing she left him on his own. He found her body shortly afterward. Realizing how important his role was for the first time, he decided to dedicate his life to fulfilling his role in honor of his mother, and his ancestors. This was when his story truly began.
  
  At age 7 he was taken in by a traveling circus who was unaware of his true story. It was there that he learned several tricks of the trade while traveling the world. He eventually left the circus at the age of 17 and began to make a name for himself as a storyteller...and demon. Several rumors follow his name, most having nothing to do with the fairy tail of a group of people recording the world's history. Some know him as an amazing storyteller and traveler. Some see him as a bad omen, and some call him an agent of death and destruction...a demon. Grim continues his duties as a observer while searching for the World's History. Deep down he also hopes to someday revive his race from the brink of extinction.
  
  Other Info: Of course the book does not date back to the beginning of time, but it does go futher back than any of the current records. Since it was lost so long ago some believe it and the Katharkian existence to be nothing more than myth. However, some believe in its existence and the potential secrets it holds.
  
  Katharkians were never allowed to read the history prior to their own entries.
  
  Before he left the circus, several people gave him several gifts because he often wore rags. He incorporates those gifts in his current attire to remember them.
  
  
  

 

[Flutterby]

Seren-Nur "Seren" Akash​

• Basic Information
• Spells and Skills
• Supplies
• Personality and Goals
• Biography

• 
  Name: Seren-Nur Akash, goes by Seren
  Age: 21
  Country: formerly of the Fenn, currently traveling with Volk traders
  Lineage: Bakrit, the Aspect Dragon of Light
  Appearance:
  Seren doesn't strike a very imposing figure. She's easily called short, or at least below average, standing a little under 5'5". She's wiry, hiding some hidden strength but not enough to be a brawler. Her frame is far more suited for the trees than the cities and she knows it. Her hair is deep, red-kissed brown, usually pinned up in some haphazard way to keep it from her face. She has her father's eyes- pale green, flecked with spots of blue, like the surface of a forest river. They're topped by brows that move of their own will, making it obvious she is thinking something even when it's not clear what. Her freckles, all across her nose and cheekbones, come from her mother. As does her nose, which is prominent and straight. This detracts a little from the attractiveness of her lips and eyes, but she doesn't mind that much. The copper-colored scales, pinkish in the right light, that mark her as lineaged appear on her left arm, only just above her wrist.
  These days, she dresses in a simple set of brown boots, brown trousers, a long-sleeved cream tunic, and a leather vest. She tends to cover herself with a hooded green cloak if she can.
  She speaks with a somewhat lilting accent, something between a Lancashire and a Welsh accent.
  
• Spells:
  Goleuo: The most basic form of her magic, it creates light from her hands. The easiest way is a sudden, bright flash, useful for stunning someone or something for about 6 seconds. It's possible for her to create a sustained light, but the longest she's been able to do this so far is only about a minute.
  Bwyta: This spell enables her to draw energy directly from natural light, reducing her need to sleep or rest greatly. She needs direct sunlight for it to be effective. Using it too much without actual sleep makes her jittery and anxious, and it doesn't do anything for being hungry or thirsty. She's heard rumors that it may also allow her to heal quickly, but so far, she can't figure out how that would be true.
  Anwel: A merchant in a town square told her of a light-lineaged person who was able to use their ability to make things invisible. To do so, she has to bend light around them. She's been working hardest on this one, but has only made a small coin invisible so far.
  Rhith: She read about this one in a book. It involves the same concept of bending light, but to create images that aren't real, mirages really. She hasn't been able to figure it out yet, at all, much to her frustration. She knows it would have applications to many things- like disguises or stealth- but she just doesn't know how to do it yet.
  Skills and Abilities:
  Archery: Seren is a skilled archer. She picked up the skill as a young child, and never put it down. From a stationary position, she is as dependable as anyone. She is exceptional at shooting from higher vantage points, and is working on increasing her range. Up to this point, the skill has been used almost entirely for hunting. She's not as good from horseback, though.
  Climbing: Seren spent every day of her childhood climbing trees. It is one of her true joys in life. Since leaving, she's been learning to apply the skill in a more urban setting. Scaling walls is not that different, as it turns out.
  Baking: Seren's mother taught her to bake hearty, rich things like breads, pies, and cakes.
  
• Equipment: Seren carries her bow and quiver of arrows, and a good sized hunting knife. The bow was made specifically for her, and the color of the wood nearly matches her hair. There is a small metal charm attached to it, a circle with three diagonal, parallel lines across it. In her pack, there are the usual traveling provisions (food, water skin, money, the like), a small skin of a healing ointment, and a small wooden whistle. Recently, she started carrying a small mirror, curious about how to use it alongside her magic.
  
  Extra: As part of the coming-of-age rites (that her grandfather insisted they still follow) she befriended a marten that she calls Arwen. Arwen is about a foot and a half long, and likes to curl up in the bottom of Seren's pack for travel. Arwen is a clever and affectionate, but has a bad habit of stealing food from others.
  
  Spoiler: Arwen

  
  
  
• Goals and motivations:
  The entire purpose of Seren's traveling is to find out what it really means to be lineaged, and what her place in the world is.
  Personality
  Seren is the oldest of the three sisters, and the "tomboy" of the bunch. She grew up in a tiny town, where everyone had a role in their collective survival. For a long time, the community and her family were the most important things for her. She lived and breathed and bled for those around her. That began to shift when she became aware that there was more beyond their small island. With a wider world, didn't that mean there was a wider community? More people to live for?
  Since leaving, this has been at least partially confirmed for her, and she sees herself as a citizen of the world. She makes a point to be honest and do what seems right, often going out of her way to be helpful or kind. She's not above paying a little more just to put a little extra in the seller's pocket if she thinks they need it.
  She wouldn't call herself a bleeding heart though; it's not that she thinks the world is all rainbows and everyone is lovely all the time. She's aware of the harsh realities. She knows that trusting everyone will get her into trouble, and then she would be useless. She knows people commit crimes, and believes in swift but fair and restorative justice. She sees the world as a myriad of gray area, and black and white are almost nonexistent.
  If she has a sense of humor, or a love of fun, she hasn't discovered it yet. At home, she worked and hunted for her family. Since leaving, she has had to spend every once of energy on providing for herself and finding out more about the lineaged. There isn't time for games or hobbies. The only true happiness she feels is when she learned something new, or has the time to climb a tree.
  
• Seren's family lives in one of the few actual towns of the Fenn. They're quiet, unassuming members of the community who do their part and raise their children, of which there are three. Her mother is a talented baker. Her father is a solid handyman and dependable worker. One would really never know that her family is lineaged.
  The town has seen other lineaged. Their island (which has several tribes and a few towns) has long been home to a family of Olikah, the Aspect Dragon of Poison. The problem with the Akash family is that their lineage comes from the Commonwealth- there were no descedants of any other Aspect Dragons on their island until the Commonwealth came. No one in the family is willing to talk about how they got there. It is possible that they no longer know. But anti-Commonwealth sentiment is generations old in their community. Revealing themselves to be the "wrong kind" of lineaged would be disastrous for the family.
  
  Having a family secret was taxing. As a child, she lived in perpetual fear that she couldn't name. As a teenager, it evolved into something more like annoyance. Seren almost had a boyfriend, but realized that it would be too easy to slip up and let him see her scales. She heard her peers talking about the benefits of being a part of the Commonwealth, of the potential for trade and technology, of a wider world full of people. She couldn't help but wonder how many people like her were out there.
  Other than the big family secret thing, Seren lead a fairly normal life. She learned her skills, tamed her familiar, and started looking for her place in their little world. But the more she looked, the more she became convinced that she wouldnt be able to find her place until she understood herself, even the parts she wasn't supposed to talk about. And if she wanted to learn about her lineage, she would have to do it off of her island.
  
  Seren was 17 when she left home. It wasn't a pleasant process. Her parents disagreed in the strongest of terms, but she decided to go anyway. Her mother cried. Her father told her not to come back.
  For a few years, she was stuck in Silverun, until a trading company took her on to help with hunting and cooking. That got her as far as The Consulate. In an effort to get to Lumia, where she had heard there was a school, she fell in with a group of Volkish traders. There's no lineaged among them, but they helped her find a book about it on one of their stops. They're headed back to their own state before making their way back to Lumia, but it was better than nothing.
  

 

[Keltoi]

WIP

Name: Orzan Morn
Age: 24
Country: Alba
Lineage: Nixhun
Appearance: Beneath his helm, he has short, cropped black hair, steely grey eyes and a pale skin colour. There are a few coppery scales on both his arms.


Spells:
Metalskin - Entering a state of concentration, Orzan can shrug off otherwise lethal attacks, weapons glancing off his armour and even skin instead of slicing through.

Skills and Abilities: Orzan, like his older brothers and father before him, has been trained to fight, track and hunt since he was a child. He can shoot down a bird in flight at one hundred paces, utilise his axe to disarm, cripple or kill depending on his mission, follow a trail through jungle and city alike. Should push come to shove, he can also outright brawl with his fists, and using his Metalskin spell helps a whole lot with that.
Equipment: A mix of thick cloth, lamellar chest piece, leather boots, metal pauldrons and the telltale Morn helm. He carries with him a multitude of tools useful for his trade such as skinning knives, a flint and a whetstone. For weapons, he holds and axe and crossbow, along with a fletcher full of bolts.

Personality: Orzan is usually a quiet and reserved man, always watchful. Any detail could come in handy, any environment could become a battleground. However, despite his trade and nature, he has a love for fun and camaraderie, be it with his brothers or other friends. He speaks carefully, sometimes with helpful advice or a well-timed quip. Beneath the taciturn exterior, he has a highly sarcastic sense of humour.
When it comes to the more grim topics of fighting and killing, though, Orzan becomes almost emotionless on the surface, nearly dead silent. Fighting is second-nature to him, something he's both used to and comfortable with. Usually killing others isn't a problem, as those he comes across in his job are rarely innocent. However, he has a deeply rooted sense of right and wrong, meaning there are some things he just can't do.

Goals and motivations: As a Morn, his entire life is dedicated to mercenary work. His family name is important, and with it the responsibility to keep it respected by honouring his word, never breaking a contract and never falling to the depravity as others of the trade may. That, and he's curious about the world, always seeking out the next adventure into the unknown.
Background/Biography: The Morns have always been a proud family of lineaged, with their entire lives dedicated to being the best fighters money can buy. On the island of Alba, where political conflict reigns supreme, work is plentiful. However, the Morns are neutral towards all wars and fights not involving them directly. They may hail from Alba, but they do not serve out of patriotism. Due to this, it's not odd to hear of a Morn traveling to other islands to seek work.
Orzan is no different, aside from the fact he spends more time away from home than most. Like his brothers, he spends most of the year wandering and filling out contracts, then returning to Alba to spend the winter at home. To him, home is boring, unchanging, but the wider world offers exciting adventure, with interesting people to meet and new places to see.

From the moment he turned five, Orzan has been put through the exact same gruelling training his brothers went through, to become the "best damned fighter you can be", according to his father. The training of nearly two decades worth of sparring, weapons training, running and hunting has ingrained itself into him. Now, he uses this training as best he can for in, and out of, his work.

 

[Goonfire]

Name: Rollo Solveig
Age: 20
Country: Arbor, Commonwealth
Lineage: Zalvaris, Aspect Dragon of Earth
Appearance:
(Image WIP)
The towering Rollo stands at 6’6 and is built like a tank. He gazes upon the smols with a pair of round, emerald eyes. His short, strawberry-blonde hair is always swept back, though his unruly bangs tend to stick up. He makes a point to shave frequently, because his thick facial hair grows rapidly, producing stubble at least every other day.

Although he owns nicer clothes, he prefers to go shirtless, wearing a short, fur-trimmed cape, pants of a thicker cotton fabric, and soft leather accessories. For wrestling matches, however, he dons only a green loincloth.

Spells:

• Flourish - A gentle suite of Rollo's magic, but the most difficult for him to control. Small quantities of magic energy vent from his hands and feet, causing flora in his immediate vicinity to grow. Some examples of include, but are not limited to, flowers springing up in his tracks or seeds burgeoning in his hands.
• Grasping Vines - Thorned vines shoot from the earth. They can do many things, from ensnaring a person or object to blanketing the ground, creating a clever suite of ground hazards. If need be, Rollo can pluck a vine from the ground to use as a weapon.
• Woodworking - A simple transmutation spell that allows Rollo to grow a simple acorn into a simple wooden item of his choosing. Usually, he will pick a club or similar bludgeon, but can also pick items such as a staff or crude spear, a wooden stake, or even basic tools.
• Sustenance - In areas sparsely populated by flora and fauna alike, it's easier to just bring one's own food... or make it. By focusing his energies, Rollo can provide himself and others food by growing a berry bush from scratch. While it ultimately doesn't compare to a nice slab of meat, it beats starvation.
• Camouflage - Sometimes, brute force is a one-way ticket to an untimely death. Rollo can instantly coat himself in dirt and leaves to blend with a natural environment.

Skills and Abilities:

• Grappling - Rollo's specialty is wrestling and unarmed strikes. He is notorious for his brute strength, second to none in his hometown.
• Improvised weapons - A self-taught skill. Rollo has a habit of picking up the first object he can find and lobbing it at an assailant’s head.
• Woodworking - Each Solveig man learns a trade. In Rollo's case, he picked up woodcarving. He is considered an intermediate-level tradesman, mostly making handles for axes, shovels, and hammers.
• Navigation - An essential skill for anyone roaming the land. He can read a map and use a compass, or guess the time and direction by the sun’s position in the sky.
• Climbing - Boy, can he climb. Of course, it’s difficult for him to fall, because he can create vines or roots to assist if there isn’t a suitable handhold or foothold.

Equipment:

• Bags of seeds & acorns
• Jute bag w/ changes of clothes
• Book of matches
• Wood cutting tools

Personality:
Rollo is (in)famous for causing a scene. His larger-than-life persona sometimes makes him the center of attention, especially during sporting events. He rarely settles for second-best in tests of might, and this leads to high expectations from people around him and vainglorious acts on his part, such as announcing that he’s challenging someone. In many ways, he is like a dorky child, but 6’6 and a mass of muscle.

Some think this pride would make Rollo a complete fool, but even he knows when to pick his battles. In his opinion, knowing when to back off is a better test of true strength than rushing into a physical fight. Still, expect zero subtlety in social and romantic instances; his straightforward approach is the proverbial double-edged sword.

It is worthwhile to keep a rational person with Rollo; he is superstitious and somewhat gullible. If he were to fall for a lie, it would be a major blow to his pride. While he isn't dense enough to overlook a flagrant bluff, he definitely isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

Goals and motivations:
Rollo has heard the rumors of an artifact surfacing. He intends to muscle his way to it, if need be, and to bury it again. While it would be beneficial as a deterrent versus the kingdom of fire, he thinks such an item would still cause unrest among the Commonwealth, the risks outweighing the perks.

Background/Biography:
Rollo’s father was a sailor of brass lineage from Fenn, his mother an Arborean of bronze lineage. Their meeting was something of an accident; a storm sank the man’s ship, and he and his wolf companion found themselves on the shores of Arbor. After a while, he didn’t want to return home. He eventually married the woman who found him among the wreckage that fateful day, and she bore him three healthy sons.

From a young age, Rollo and his two older brothers enjoyed rigorous outdoor activities. He received a basic education, involving reading, writing, and arithmetic. While his brothers were no slouches academically, he was a slightly better reader. Upon reaching adolescence, his magic abilities started manifesting, with flowers and grasses sprouting in his tracks. His family thought this was odd, considering his father’s earth spells focused more on the actual ground and not what spawns from it. Regardless, Rollo found himself juggling work and spellcraft classes. He grew to be the a powerful young man, both physically and magically. By friends’ recommendations, he also learned to wrestle and thoroughly enjoyed it. He brought a new sort of honor to his family, not as a craftsman or a caster, but as an award-winning athlete. With one bronze and two gold medals from regional tournaments, he won the favor of local lords.

It was during a feast that Rollo overheard the rumors of the discovery of a fabled artifact. Having also been told stories of what happens to people who openly search for these relics, he didn’t admit he knew anything. However, he couldn’t simply let an artifact float around with potentially sinister parties, so he did set out on a quest using bits of information he gleaned from a letter he intercepted.

 

[SilverNova]

​

Name: Yvette Firamor
Age: 23
Country: Born in the Empire of Alba (Kingdom of Alba), currently resides in the Commonwealth (Silverun)
Lineage: Olikah, aspect of poison
Appearance:

5'7" is her height. She keeps her hair short, often cut with her own knife whenever it gets past her shoulders. Her eyes are amber colored. In the light it's been commented on before by others that her eyes appear to be made of molten gold. The location of her green scales are on her left bicep. The scales form a near circle around her arm.

Spells:

• Dragon's Breath: Allows her to breathe out a odorless, colorless gas that when inhaled induces a loss of consciousness on the victim. The amount of time the victim stays asleep depends on how much they inhaled relative to their body mass index.
• Venom's Varnish: Instantly coats the weapons in her hands with a neurotoxin that once in the bloodstream causes the victim to undergo (in order) loss of coordination, muscle convulsions, then paralysis of the various muscle groups. If not treated, the toxin can lead to death due to paralysis of the respiratory system. On average it takes about two hours for the poison to go through all the steps and result in death.
• Elucidation: She cups her hands together and in the space in-between a green crystallized pellet forms. When ingested, the pellet acts as a pain-killer, greatly dulling the ache and agony of physical injuries and most poisons. Additionally, it negates the affects of her own poisons.

Skills and Abilities: (Is your character especially good at something? Rock climbing, skiing? Apple bobbing?)

• Laying traps (for hunting purposes)
• Knife-throwing
• Pick-pocketing
• Haggling

Equipment:
Her clothing is typically leather garments that allow for a medium amount of defense without impeding movement.

Her weapons of choice are two twin daggers. When they can't get the job done, she'll switch to using the broadsword at her hip.
The daggers:

Spoiler

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The broadsword:

Spoiler

She typically will also have a length of manila rope on her attached at the belt as well as a money pouch and a water skein.

Personality:
In regards to her past Yvette is surprisingly genuine and forthright by nature. She has the tendency to speak whats on her mind, even at the possible cost of lost relationships. Her belief is typically one that if the person she's talking to can't handle the spoken truth then that's on them, not her. However, when proven wrong she willing admits to her wrongdoings, knowing that she can't always be right. Though this doesn't stop her from still continuously striving to try to learn more about the world around her to become right more often than not.

In the past Yvette had to learn to be resourceful and adaptive to her changing circumstances in order to survive. These traits allowed her to become very much open to new experiences and willing to making last minute changes in plans so that she'd be able to succeed in whatever tasks she had set out to do, whether that be haggling down for a perfect price when shopping or coming up with a spontaneous distraction to free her victims of their precious coin when pick-pocketing. Due to the relatively uneasy life she'd had growing up, Yvette also had to persevere through some tough times. Her comparable success in the matter led her to become harshly critical of those who do back down when the going gets tough.

For the sake of her friends and comrades in arms she becomes very attached and will willing put herself in danger for their sake if need be, even getting defensive at those who threaten them in any way. Despite this, the number of those who have ever managed to get close enough to Yvette to be called a friend are few and far between. After all as the old saying goes, "trust is always earned, never given".

Goals and motivations:
Yvette strives to clear her name from the wanted posters. Though alongside this she is driven by the desire to no longer be in a state of poverty. In going after the artifacts of yore she hopes to achieve both goals at once.

Background/Biography:
Yvette Firamor was born in the great kingdom of Alba under the tutelage of two of the nation's most powerful nobles. The two nobles' marriage and subsequent consummation that resulted in Yvette coming into the world was largely controversial among the other members of the nobility, who sought to undermine the two newly-weds by any means necessary as a means to replace their position. Fortunately for the other nobility, and substantially less so for the couple, Yvette's mother's heart gave out in child-birth resulting in her death. Her father, broken by his love's passing, fell into a slump and for many days was unwilling to participate in any work regarding the monarch's council, consequently leading to the loss of his place on the council. Additionally, he found himself unable to spend anytime around his newborn daughter, as in his heart he felt that she was responsible for his love's death. He hired a caretaker for her and eventually, when Yvette had become old enough to to do menial tasks on her own, her father sold her off as a slave to a visiting merchant from Silverun. This, she would later learn, would be the biggest blessing her father could have ever done for her.

Growing up with the merchant in Silverun, Yvette was never treated as a slave, but rather she was more akin to the man's own daughter. He taught her when they went on trips to neighboring towns of how to hunt with traps and knives in the wilderness. Then when she began to show her potential as a lineaged of Olikah, he did research in the libraries and worked hard with her to help her start to master her abilities and spells. In return, she worked hard alongside the merchant to learn the ways of negotiations and haggling in the trading world. As Yvette got better and better the merchant began entrusting his wares to her whenever he had to leave on business. Everything for once in her life seemed to be going well. That was at least until the day that the merchant left his belongings with her and went out to do business as usual, but this time did not return.

Yvette waited several days where he had left her, praying to each aspect dragon individually that he might come back to her, but he never did. She managed to sell off all of the remaining merchandise and lived off of the money made for awhile. When it ran out, she knew she'd have to find another way to live, but for the short-term she took to theft. Using the spells and skills she'd gleaned from both her deadbeat biological father and the man who raised her and who she considered to be her real father, Yvette found that she was incredibly proficient at taking money from unaware strangers. It was around this time that her actions began to attract attention, not just from the authorities, but also from the cult of Cult of Alchemy whom sought to use her abilities for their own purposes. As her short-term hobby of theft turned to a long-term life of evading those who either desired to toss her in jail or employ her in their sect, she began to long for a different sort of life. It was around this time, when on the whispers of rumors overheard at the bar, she'd set out on a different sort of life journey, one coaxed on by the promise of artifacts once left behind.

 

[Goonfire]

Name: Ivarr Savage
Age: 28
Country: Platinum Consulate, Commonwealth
Lineage: Awramaar, Aspect Dragon of Arcana
Appearance:

The eccentric Ivarr stands at a respectable 6'1. He keeps his body in decent shape, toned but graceful, not overly bulky. He appears eerily poised, his mannerisms rather cat-like, his movements silent. He is an albino, the condition leaving him with pinkish-red irises, extremely pale skin, and wavy white hair with a light beard. Disgusted by his own pale features, he uses light makeup to add a hint of color to his face, eyeliner, and a lavender-colored dye formula on his cranial hair, eyebrows, and beard.

Like many of the Consulate, Ivarr makes bold choices of colors. Normally, he dons a violet coat with red and gold accents, plus clothing made of finer fabrics like silk, linen, and velvet. However, assassination contracts require an entirely different wardrobe; while Ivarr still ensures he looks fabulous, he tones down the colors, preferring indigo and black leathers with a matte gold trim, as well as a high-collared black cape. Regardless of outfit, he covers his purple scales, which are on the backs of his hands and on the lateral sides of his ankles.

Spells:

• Consumption - Ivarr's hand phases through a lineaged or magic creature's body to grab at their energy. From them, he rips an orb-like manifestation of a measure of their energy, which he proceeds to absorb rapidly. Lesser foes may feel extreme fatigue when hit by this, but their loss is Ivarr's gain; his own stamina is replenished, his wounds healed slightly.
• Bulwark - Ivarr has a very simple way of dealing with melee attackers. He draws a glowing circle or line with his foot. A wall or bubble of energy spawns, which violently repels those who attempt to enter. Each discharge weakens the bulwark, so it's only a temporary abatement in a fight. He can pass through his own defenses.
• Repeater - A major boon to him when assassination contracts go awry, this spell allows Ivarr to create energy strings and bolts for his crossbows, thus giving him infinite ammunition, the ability to shoot multiple times in rapid succession, and protection versus opponents who would use his own crossbow against him. The energy bolts glow purple and burst on impact, concussive force hammering his targets. The spell drains his energy with each shot fired, making sustained shooting detrimental to him. Alternatively, he can load more mundane ammunition and launch it, resulting in less drain and no evidence magic was involved.

Skills and Abilities:

• Shooting - Ivarr is a master of ranged weaponry, primarily crossbows.
• Swordsmanship - Any respectable person should learn swordsmanship, in Ivarr's opinion. To him, it's as essential as reading, writing, and arithmetic.
• Hand-to-hand combat - Not much to say here. He doesn't always need a weapon or a poison to kill someone.
• Acrobatics - It's not enough that Ivarr kills someone, but that he does so with style.
• Linguistics - He is fluent in the common tongue and Mercantile.
• Commerce - Whilst maintaining his public persona, he picked up a fantastic business sense and can negotiate a trade ruthlessly.
• Stealth - If an assassin couldn't sneak, how would they ever do their job?
• Conniving - Ivarr plans his work extensively and covers his tracks quite well, ensuring he has an alibi if needed.

Equipment:

• Light crossbow - a weapon that seems normal enough, with one exception: its string is missing. While it doesn’t seem very threatening, Ivarr channels his magic power into it to manifest a magic string and hurl concussive energy bolts repeatedly at velocities of 300 feet per second and a rate of up to 60 bolts per minute (one per second).
• Flamberge - a wicked sword with an undulating blade, designed to cause maximum discomfort in several ways. Most prominently, its "flame blade" causes uncomfortable vibrations when parried, thanks to added friction from contact with each wave. Its custom sheath allows Ivarr to draw it from his back with ease.
• Metsubushi - a hollow eggshell, painted black and filled with finely crushed red pepper, glass, and even purple glitter.
• Curare - a fairly average bottle of potent paralytic. Popular among kidnappers, though not so much among assassins.
• Tears of a mandrake - a rather wild and severe poison distilled from mandragora roots. This mixture is particularly brutal, causing hallucinations and projectile vomiting, as well as attacking the cardiovascular system.
• Lathyrus poison - a large flask of concentrated lathyrus seed extract. This poison causes Lathyrism, gradual neurodegeneration that attacks the lower body and emaciates gluteal muscles, eventually leaving the target crippled and assless. Those who know Ivarr know exactly which part of that fate is more fulfilling to him.
• Cyanide poison - a vial of poison meant for a swifter death. It is distilled from extracts from the cassava root. 40 milligrams of this poison could kill a cow.
• Antidote kit - a series of antidotes for the various poisons. He tends to only use them on himself, since he has little mercy for those who block his shots.
• Makeup, rag, towel - simple pleasures that help Ivarr maintain his handsome visage.
• Mask - Obviously, an albino with dyed-purple hair is pretty unique, so he wears this when carrying out assassinations.

Personality:
Outwardly, Ivarr comes off as clever and interesting, albeit a tad flamboyant. Most people will see the proud head of an exotic arms trading company. However, he has an ego in desperate need of a size reduction. He is great at masking his ego, however; he appears to empathize, but simply assists with other people's agendas as a means of fulfilling his own. He sees all sapient life in the world as assets or liabilities, and so many of his interactions tend to benefit him in some small way. If he can save someone, he will, merely because nobody who shares a common goal with him benefits from a dead ally. Those who harm a partner tend to be dragged away to face a fate worse than death; they're introduced to his favorite adage: "Killing people is easy. Making them suffer is an art."

Natually, Ivarr tells many lies, which he considers "small white lies", regardless of intricacy. He extensively plans all his jobs, channeling some creative energy so he can add a certain dramatic flair to them. The planning phase is always serious and time-consuming, but the execution is infinitely fun for him. It hasn't occurred to him that he could die; he takes risks most people wouldn't, and it's paid off so far, so he hasn't learned many lessons. Money is no object to him, so he doesn't accept counter-offers. Not only that, but failure to complete a contract would be a waste of a perfectly good plan. Long periods of inactivity make him restless and highly irritable.

Goals and motivations:
Business has been slow lately. Ivarr seeks some "fun", preferably of the chaotic and villainous kind. He thinks of an adventure as a sort of vacation, not work. Naturally, he leaves one of his subordinates in charge of his business.

Background/Biography:
The Savage family has its origins in Arenthor. Originally strong, straightforward warriors, the later generations began dabbling in less honorable practices. They eventually fled the country to escape the soldiers sent to exterminate the entire bloodline. For twenty years, they hid in the wilderness of Fenn, not daring to come out of hiding until their patriarch passed.

Eventually, the surviving Savages came out of hiding. While many of them met their ends via bizarre twists of fate, one daughter survived to immigrate to the Consulate. Seeking a mundane existence, she eventually married an upper-middle-class merchant and bore one son: Ivarr. He had a happy, normal childhood, but he was somehow different from other boys; less impulsive, more calculating. He showed a degree of ambition from a young age, especially after learning of his family’s history. And so his criminal behavior manifested, as he looked for moments to ruthlessly sabotage kids who made fun of him, which sometimes resulted in physical injury. He had no regrets; they should’ve known better, in his opinion.

As an adult, Ivarr made connections in the criminal underworld of the Consulate. He started as a thief, then became a saboteur, then a hitman. All the while, he was honing his magic with the help of the few texts his grandfather snatched in his hasty escape almost forty years ago. This magic gave him a competitive edge in the dark world of organized crime, and he was able to cut enough throats to start his own business. Considering he had a passion for exotic weapons, his company initially focused on moving experimental and underrated designs throughout the Commonwealth, while also trading more common weapons as a means of easy profit. That brings him to the present.

From his underworld connections, he heard the juicy rumors. He envisioned one possible future in which he possessed an artifact, and so he decided to take a vacation, to escape the humdrum cycle of trade and murder for a while. He acknowledged he may not receive the artifact he wants; “Come what may,” he said.

 

[Zazz]

The Twins (WIP)​

Name: Hiel & Diel
Age: Uncertain, but no more than 10. They are twins.
Country: Parthia

Appearance: (

Spoiler: Twins

Skills and Abilities:
Diel:
-Foraging for edible plants and gathering them
-Making and tending a fire
-Cooking and making things taste better
-Trapping small animals
-Could probably learn archery, but has zero experience

Hiel:
-Strength of Will
-Fishing. She loves touching the bait worms
-Cooking, but she HATES it. The only part she likes is cutting things up.
-Pickpocketing

Equipment: Diel carries a knife gifted to him by the inkeeper, Arthur, on a belt around his trousers. He has a small satchel to keep things he collects, and a waterskin.

Hiel also has a waterskin and satchel, though she once pickpocketed a knife from a patron and has hidden it under a baseboard ever since. She wields it like a sword when no one can see, and wishes very much to be a great warrior princess.

Personality: Hiel and Diel are two sides of the same coin. They finish each other's sentences, and protect each other, even if they don't always get along. Hiel is headstrong, always dreaming of an adventure, luring her brother out deeper and deeper into the woods. Her brother, though gentle, believes himself to be her protector. Though they are twins, Diel sees himself as a big brother responsible for his little sister. When she gets them into trouble, he takes the blame.

The two of them do everything they can together. Hiel has big, big hopes for her future. Diel finds joy in the simple things in life, like mushing two different berries together to see how they taste. Hiel likes to get her feet dirty, throw muck at her brother, catch worms for Pa. Diel feeds the chickens and collects the eggs.

Goals and motivations: Hiel wants adventure, whereas Diel just enjoys being by his sister's side.

Background/Biography: They're not really sure. But, while they call Arthur the inkeeper "Pa", they know they are not his kids. They've grown up under his roof in Parthia for as long as either of them can remember, but they know not where they come from. They bear no surname, for they are orphans.

Pa taught them from early on how to look after themselves; he taught Diel the beginnings of how to hunt and fish and make a fire, and Hiel was taught to cook and keep the house. Together, they help him run the inn and tend to the small farm. Hiel chases the chickens, Diel plucks the eggs. Hiel guts the fish, Diel traps rabbits and rodents. They each learned to keep their prized possessions under a loose floorboard, for Pa was not always impressed with their finds, nor their antics. Hiel had developed a habit of picking the pockets of patrons, and Diel sometimes kept the coins he received as tips hidden away.

But Hiel dreamed of more. More than Pa could give her. Hiel dreamed of knights and armor and swords...

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[CryWitch]

Spoiler: Blair Elmheart

Name: Blair Elmheart
Age: 27
Country: Arenthor
Lineage: Olikah
Appearance:

5'6", Brown hair to mid-back and braided, hazel eyes, blue and gold garments, tanned skin.

Spells:
Falhirth Gaiv: This spell removes toxins and disease from the subject who must be in contact with the caster. As Olikah's true lineage, poisons are no match for this spell as the caster can do away with these ailments with general ease.


Olgahri Fathun: A spell to close even the most dire of wounds. It is a very difficult spell to master even under the guidance of those who have already learned such a spell. Used quite sparingly outside of mundane means as this magic takes up a great deal of energy.


Skills and Abilities:
Herbology and medicinal uses- Excellent with herbs and locating them to aid with her healing. She can make any wounded ally, fighting fit in no time. She had learned these skills under her grandmother who had been an important healer in the city when she was much younger.


Singing- Blair had always been known for her great singing voice in taverns when relaxing with an ale or two. She'd also comfort the wounded and sick under her care with a song or two.


Equipment: A simple dagger and medicine pouches/bag.


Personality:
A kind soul but will definitely not take anything sitting down if you rub her the wrong way. Blair has seen many nasty things during her time as a healer thus far so not a lot bothers her; which can make her seem a bit detached and cold when something serious arises.


Blair gives off an air of being much older than she actually is, especially when under stress. Though she is definitely someone to lean on if you need support or someone to talk to over a drink.


Goals and motivations:
Blair hopes to be a great healer like her grandmother one day. Aiding those who need her help is her life's calling.


Background/Biography:
Blair was raised in a small village called Rivenia in Arenthor by her grandmother Eve Elmheart. Blair's mother had passed away at a very young age when Blair was born and her father died of his wounds when trampled by spooked oxen during an unfortunate harvest.


The Elmheart women were well known in the area to be of the Olikah lineage and thus exceptional healers. Blair's grandmother had lived in the neighbouring city when she was younger and had told tales of healing lords and ladies in the past. This had started Blair on her journey to learn the great ancient spells from her blood lineage. She had spent many years perfecting the art of healing until her grandmother's inevitable passing.


From that point on, Blair continues to travel the many lands to help those in need. Especially during these dire times, with every rumor and poster, she finds her path becoming clearer with purpose.

Let me know if this is alright or if I need to fix anything up.

 

[GamerCarrot]

Name: Rine Tivei
Age: 23
Country: Alba
Appearance:

Skills and Abilities:
Alchemy- Rine can make a potion from almost anything, having an advanced knowledge about alchemical reagents giving her an advantage when creating potions for healing or simply blowing something up. She can even use these potions to give herself or other's enhancements.
Herbology- Rine has an extensive knowledge on all thing floral, what can be used for healing or what could seriously harm you if ingested.
Hand to hand Combat- Rine is good at self defence but only when she has given herself an alchemic advantage.

Equipment: Glass vials, random assortment of herbs, a dagger, assortment of potions kept in her bag or in her coat.

Potions:
Healing: This potion can heal almost any wound that it not fatal, any wound that is fatal the potion is less effective.
Explosive: This potion when thrown against someone or a surface will immediately explode on contact. It is extremely unstable and Rine carries it in her coat rather than her bag.
Senses: Gives the user enhanced senses where applied, only works on one sense at a time.
Serpent Venom: Paralyses a target when the target is hit, it can only paralyse a person for so long. The bigger the person the less time they will be paralysed.
Force: When applied to your hands it forms a claw like weapon on your hand, there are different versions all with different elements.

Personality:
When people first meet Rine they always say she's kind and polite, she never talks out of place or raise her voice at someone no matter how badly they speak to her. It is very hard to make her lose her temper, she can take a lot of verbal abuse before she actually snaps and even then it takes quite a bit to even get her to that point. Rine is loyal to a fault, she will protect and help those she cares about even if it puts her own life in danger. She will never abandon a friend or even someone she is travelling with, believing that if she can save them then she will do everything in her power to do so.

After working in the medical field for so long she has become quite blunt, telling people how it is because she doesn't see the point in lying but doing it in a kind way so that no one's feelings are hurt. If someone is injured in someway shape or form she will act immediately, assessing the damage and rectifying it immediately. She does this by diverting the persons attention to something else while she works her magic, which occasionally causes the person some or quite a bit of discomfort. And given her knowledge of herbs and alchemy Rine has become quite the wise person for her age, she is usually the one people come to for answers about things even if she has no clue about the subject.

Goals and motivations: To explore the world, discovering new herbs or ingredients to help further her knowledge of alchemy.

Background/Biography: As a child Rine grew up in the country of Alba along with her mother and father as well as her three older brothers, her mother being the one to stay at home and teaching Rine how to be a proper lady as all nobles should be. How ever as she grew up she didn't exactly like being a noble or wanting to be the proper lady like her mother always dreamed her to be, she wanted to take after the physician that lived close by to her. Even as a child she'd sneak out, running over to the physicians to learn all there was about medical practices much to her mothers dismay. Her father however fully supported her dream, even going out of his way to buy her books on the subject despite her being so young she couldn't understand them.

As Rine grew up to the age of fifteen her father tragically pasted away, after being drafted into the military for a war that she can't even remember what it was for any more. With no one there to support her choice in career she eventually followed what her mother becoming the perfect lady even going so far as going on dates with men her age in order to make her mother happy. Years later her three older brothers joined the military as well, one going into communications and the other two being foot soldiers in case another war broke loose. But during those years Rine remained unhappy, unable to follow her passion until one day.

One fateful day on her eighteenth she finally decided that enough was enough, she told her mother that she didn't want to be the perfect little lady that she wanted to be an alchemist and that is what she did. She left the little area she lived in and become a well known alchemist/doctor, healing those unable to pay for expensive treatments. With her dream finally realised Rine became the happiest person in the world but she didn't stop there. When she hit the age of twenty three she left her home and decided to follow her desire to learn more. Wanting to become an alchemist known world wide for her skills and her knowledge, occasionally stopping in other towns to help those that desperately need her help.

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[YumenoTsukishiro]

Name: Nikolas Gunther


Age: 40


Gender: Male


Country: The Commonwealth -- Norgard


Lineage: None


Skills and abilities:


Cooking - Despite his large build, Nikolas has deft hands in the kitchen, whether handling knives or flipping pans. His extensive knowledge of recipes, cuisines, and exotic ingredients gives him the ability to turn an otherwise simple, roadside meal into a culinary experience. Rumor has it that he apprenticed under the Wandering Chef, a near-mythical figure seen roaming around the Colonies.


Monster Hunter - During his time in Parthia, Nikolas familiarized himself with the various monstrous fauna of the new lands. He catalogued breeding habits, social dynamics, and weak spots of the various animal groups he encountered. Because of this, he knows just where to hit a monster where it hurts most. And if it’s something he’s never seen before, it won’t take him long to notice which leg it favors, or which part of its carapace is thinnest.


Bruiser - Nikolas believes in using only the freshest ingredients for his recipes, from vegetables to meat. He goes out and hunts monsters to get the choicest cuts of meat. His style is unorthodox, a fusion of his time as a mercenary and the styles he adapted during his expeditions in Parthia. It’s mostly close combat, a mixture of hand-to-hand alternating with swings from his Behemoth Cleaver, plus the occasional headbutt for those hardy opponents.


Intimidation - He’s big, he’s beefy, he’s fiery. Enough said.


Appearance: Nikolas is a huge man, hulking over most at 6’2”. In his youth, he had muscles for days. But as a father, muscles became layered with some fat from his recipe experiments and life as a chef. His face is worn with age, but his yellow eyes still burn with fire. His blonde hair is tinged with white, which his daughter usually compares to a daisy flower. His armor is a modified version of his old Bloodfangs uniform-- steel armor with black and red trimmings, with a bloodstained white apron covering the front. On his right arm is the Oakensteel Shield, and on his left is a leather bracer fitted with three holsters for his different kitchen knives. On his left shoulder sits another holster for a Kukri hunting knife, and on the left side of his hip hangs his Behemoth Cleaver in its sheath. Capping the look is a chef’s hat with two Behemoth horns glued to it. For dramatic effect, so he says.


Weapons:

Nikolas’ main weapon is the Behemoth Cleaver, a large kitchen knife-slash-axe hybrid built to hack into the thickest of hides and slice through the hardest carapace. The weapon is forged from materials he carved off the first Behemoth he ever killed in order to cook a feast for his daughter’s birth; the blade is molten steel reinforced with Behemoth scales and bones, and the handle is crafted from a single tooth, wrapped with Behemoth hide. He has several other knives on his person, each crafted from a single Behemoth scale, each with its own use in the battlefield and in the kitchen. His wooden shield is taken from the Oakensteel table he broke over the head of the innkeeper he used to work for.

• Personality
• Background & Goals
• Extra

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  Nikolas is usually mistaken for a Lineaged of Sendrin, and you won’t fault them for thinking so. The man has passion by the bucket, doling it out liberally in everything he sets out to do, whether arguing with a customer about the quality of the food, finding new ingredients for his recipes, or making sure his daughter is provided for. He’s also loud, extremely loud, something he uses to great effect when talking down some thugs trying to make a mess in his workplace, or whipping up new mercenary recruits into shape. He stands by his convictions with steel and fire, and won’t hesitate to fight anyone who challenges that, like the time his mercenary band started taking women and children hostage, or when the innkeeper he used to work for started scamming people out of their money.
  
  
  This all changes when he’s on the hunt. All that passion gets channeled into sharp focus, a singular goal to overcome the beast. He becomes unnaturally silent, tracking the animal’s movements, sniffing the air for any strange scents, and even swiping some dubious fluids into his mouth for good measure. And as the kill comes, all that focus explodes into fierce violence, with weapon out hacking and slashing and cleaving until the beast is dead, and Nikolas has more ingredients for his next recipe.
  
  
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  Before coming to Parthia, Nikolas’ life was one of blood and steel, constantly at the employ of the Commonwealth’s various states. As a senior captain in the Bloodfangs, Nikkelson, as he was known then, set an example to mercenary recruits and peers by jumping into battle with wild abandon, decimating the opposition with overwhelming force. He trained recruits with cracks of an oaken stick, and personally bloodied upstarts who thought themselves above their station. And despite his fearsome stature, he kept the group healthy by acting as head cook. Many questioned why he wasn’t the leader of the group, despite having won every other challenge from other senior captains. He kept pushing back, saying that it’s too much of a hassle to lead. But eventually the First Captain of the Bloodfangs finally challenged Nikkelson to a duel. Erik feared Nikkelson’s popularity among the group and rising power, and sought to crush it beneath his heel before it could fully take root. For Nikkelson, he was no longer happy with that the mercenary group was doing, targeting women and children, when he helped start this group with the aim of giving people a living as somewhat honorable warriors.
  
  
  The duel lasted for less than a minute, with Erik’s body lying on the ground-- arms broken, teeth smashed in, but still alive. In the same day, Nikkelson walked away from the Bloodfangs, and he was never seen from again.
  
  
  A decade later, Nikolas was happily cooking up meals for the Whitehare Inn at Parthia. Elena, his young daughter of six was weaving among the tables, taking orders and clearing up dishes as she went. Their boss, a pudgy man named Chadro, was skeevy at best, but Nikolas put up with it because nobody else would hire him, and he needed to make sure his daughter lived a comfortable life. Over time, people came to the Whitehare less for Chadro and more for Nikolas, his meals, and his stories about hunting owlbears and other monstrosities in the untamed lands around Parthia. But then Chadro pushed it too far when he started charging 'extra services fees' from his patrons. The moment he heard about Chadro refusing a weary family from coming in because they couldn't pay the 'entrance fee,' Nikolas didn’t hesitate. He lifted the largest table in the inn and smashed it over Chadro’s balding head. Without waiting for the authorities to come, he grabbed Elena and made a break for it.
  
  
  So he was out of a job, but the safety of his daughter was more important at the moment. Thankfully, he was able to reconnect with Ruby, a former member of the Bloodfangs, someone he could entrust Elena to while he looked for other opportunities to earn money. One day, he found a poster written by someone named Kadri. The Jester’s Choice Inn was quite a ways away, so he wasn’t sure if he could make it when the job started. But for his daughter, the one who gave his life meaning beyond blood and steel, he would do anything.
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[Feywild]

Carmine Narksissos​

• Basic Information
• Spells
• Skills and Abilities
• Weapons and Equipment
• Personality
• Background
• Goals and Motivations
• Extra

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  Name: Carmine Narkissos
  
  Age: 20
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Country: Platinum Consulate, Commonwealth
  
  Lineage: Nixhem
  
  Appearance:
  
  Carmine stands at around 6' and is built athletically but remains slender enough to stay lithe. With iris's of molten gold and a smile as sharp as blade, Carmine prides himself on his visage and always manages to take care of himself dutifully. It isn't uncommon to see his spill of inky hair woven into a braid or brushed primly free of all tangles where it falls to his back. He wears clothes that are what he deems the more elegant side of fashion, consisting of form-fitting garments and delectable accessories. With his ears pierced and forearms almost always covered by gold bracers, it would be more uncommon to see him bare than without rings, bracelets and the lot. On his left forearm under his bracer is where his his small cluster of bronze scales are located. He often sports sleek light armour as he dislikes feeling clunky or restricted with heavier (albeit more protective) armour.
  
  
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  • Speculo Reversio - A spell that allows him to reflect damage when any nearby metal he fixes his concentration onto and send it back reverberating through whatever was used to strike the blow and into the assaulter. His metal bracers are the main culprit of this ability as he blocks aimed attacks and relies on prediction to do this and they're the most effective for channelling this ability as they're worn by him. The further away metal is the less effective his spell becomes, having a radius of three metres and only two pieces of metal can be channelled at a time which are almost certain to be his bracers.
  
  
  • Vermiculo Aestus - If close enough, Carmine can change the direction of blood through its iron to a certain extent. This can be used to slow or quicken blood loss but without a wound this spell is practically impossible.
  
  
  • Curiosum - A spell that allows Carmine to eavesdrop on people through the long rolls of metal wire he keeps packed with him. He can manipulate the direction of this wire and chose its path and then listen in on people through the wire sent. Unfortunately only he can hear what other people say and its loses effectiveness if used in areas with background noise or with multiple conversations occurring at once.
  
  
  • Flectit Metallum - Carmine can control the direction of metal and direct them to where he wants. For offensive uses he can send small pieces to be used as shrapnel and for defensive he can slow an enemies weapon enough the dampen its power and retaliate himself. It was initially used to find lost jewellery, money and to help his family make their craft, the combat aspects were simply found on accident.
  
  
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  • Jewel Making - As he comes from a family of metal-smiths and jewellers, it is only standard he learnt their trade alongside his other siblings.
  
  
  • Swordsmanship - Receiving training at the request of his father from an early age, Carmine knows how to handle a blade even if he happened to dedicate more time to learning tricks than to actual practising.
  
  
  • Self-defence - Carmine isn't a fan of getting into brawls, but if he happens to be in one he can stand assured he won't get pummelled into the ground.
  
  
  • Stamina - From a young age Carmine had to carry out errands for his family and run back and forth, eventually even after this stopped he still found ways to make sure he stayed fit and healthy.
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  • His weapon of choice is a delicately curved scimitar.
  
  
  • For more practical situations, he carries a simple pocket knife.
  
  
  • Rolls of metal wire.
  
  
  • A silk pouch full of small scrap pieces of metal and another for coin.
  
  
  • Using a dark satchel to carry these items in, its surprisingly in good condition despite its usage.
  
  
  • He has finely crafted light armour (only a chest piece) and he can disassemble and reassemble with his magic to make it more portable and less bothersome to travel with.
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  Flighty, abrupt, and snappy with those he cares not for, Carmine is often portrayed as standoffish and arrogant in first impressions. He often finds himself unimpressed by the way people handle themselves or how clean they are. Taking care of himself has been a priority for as long as he can remember, he can't understand why others can't do the same and isn't afraid to let his face show his feelings. This is due to the way he was raised, he is sometimes unable to comprehend poverty or understand others situations unless it's blatantly shoved into his face. Realisations of how he's accidentally insulted someone usually dawn on him after whatever happened and Carmine definitely feels the guilt. He isn't heartlessly rude for the sake of it, more so he forgets to have restraint when he speaks.
  
  That being said, Carmine takes responsibility for his actions and retains honour. He sees himself as a kind man despite what others may preach. He thinks calmly and maintains a cool head despite what his sharp tone may imply. There has never been a time he hasn't enjoyed the company of others regardless of who they are, other people and their humours always brighten his day. He gives out compliments whenever he pleases alongside insults as whilst he is easily unimpressed it doesn't take much to do the opposite. Carmine is always willing to reflect on what he's done and decide how he would handle a similar situation better next time. Staying stagnant and never learning anything has always sounded rather unpleasant to him.
  
  When Carmine doesn't understand how something functions or is made, it isn't uncommon for him to disassemble things or read up on them. Feeling like he's been left in the dark when regarding answers to sometimes trivial questions has always made him uncomfortable. His childhood offered only restricted knowledge to a curious mind, travelling did him a world of wonders. Even if he still has plenty to learn, he's come a long way from where he started.
  
  
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  Carmine was born into a family of wealthy jewellers in Gold Harbour. His family were renowned for their craftsmanship and often had personal requests from the rich and reputable alike. Carmine was the youngest of this family, having an elder brother and sister that the family business would fall onto before it reached him. While did Carmine learnt the craft, his family didn't expect him to be as invested in the business as his more crafty siblings were there in his stead already and one shared his gift anyway. He lacked their silver tongues and way with people, preferring the blunt and definitely rude route to customers who haggled to try get ridiculous discounts. He wasn't even allowed to help out in the workshop most of the time as he hoarded his favourite creations away for his own viewing. So they assigned him with the role of an errand boy when he wasn't studying or reading about history.
  
  Eventually he grew out of this thieving habit, only really stopping because he had nowhere to hide new things. His family finally allowed him to be trained to fight so he could at least have some self-defence skills that his siblings both had been taught in. They claimed it was in case their main store was broken into or a robbery occurred, but Carmine always thought they were just flaunting how they had the luxury to be able to pay for a private trainer. It was to no ones surprise that Carmine had a natural affinity with a blade due to his aspect. That didn't stop him from becoming easily bored and distracted, usually he preferred to perfect fanciful sword tricks than to actually train. Being drilled the same knowledge every lesson was dull, especially when he was refused to be allowed to learn more complicated approaches and skills. Though he eventually learnt all he could and it was left to him to now not forget any of what he'd been taught.
  
  In the year that followed, he approached his parents with a question, asking them what it meant to be from a lineage. Carmine had only been allowed to read what they'd let him or what he could steal from his families library without getting caught. Knowledge fascinated him. Not knowing how something worked, why the world was the way it is, unnerved him. So one night he left to fin dout for himself, gut urging him to make his move before it became too late. All the jewellery he'd stashed away all these years was either adorned on his body or hidden away in his boots, bag or wherever else he could get away with stowing it. He was leaving, looking rather glamorous under his heavy cloak and definitely not suspicious whatsoever. Carmine may have looked like a muggers dream, but at least the curved blade at his side made those pause if they considered the thought. By no means did he manage to keep all his jewellery as he travelled further away from home, there was too many tricky pickpockets to pass him with fingers even more clever than his own, and there was always the original use they were intended for. He'd been selling them to keep himself afloat as he travelled. Of course the prices that they'd held in the shop were lost in translation as he travelled, for all strangers knew he could be a fraudster despite the high quality his wares bore. There had been times he'd been been attacked and stolen from, he'd learnt to travelling with company was the best option for safety as he moved from place to place, groups were good deterrents for petty trouble.
  
  After around two years since his leave with no word from his family, his collection of mini treasures were finally dwindling. Most of what remained were his personal favourites that he couldn't part with. It wouldn't be impossible for him to create more, all he needed was the materials and the tools but buying both of those would be a hassle. The worry of what was to come next plagued his mind, whilst he'd been stepping out into the unknown for over two years now he'd always had a reliable source of money, until now that is. Though there was an offer for assistance that had piqued his interest and he wasn't too far from the location. Perhaps he would have to check it out for himself and discuss what he was to be paid in if he agreed to help.
  
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  Carmine is driven by his will to become more knowledgeable about the world and figure out where he fits into it.
  
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  Other items he carries that can't be classed as equipment but that he treasures despite their dead weight are his little mirror, comb and his scribble filled journal and pen.
  

 

[vantanamo]

Name: Cormac “Mac” Sulima
Age: 32
Country: Volk
Lineage: Sendrin

• Appearance
• Spells
• Skills & Abilities
• Equipment
• Personality
• Goals & Motivations
• Background
• Extras

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  Cormac is a tall fellow, standing roughly at 6’0 and muscular in build. Olive skinned with copper eyes. He has long, straight rust colored hair that he keeps tied back in a low pony-tail. Generally he dresses simple. Black or brown trousers with a belt. Off white tunic tucked loosely at the waist. A patch of red scales, hidden by his hair, rest on the nap of his neck. A sword dangled at his side.
  
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  Parlour Tricks- Ability to conjure flame and manipulate it in an intricate manner. Example: Creating a star mid-air from flame. Mainly used for entertainment purposes, though it has its practical applications. Such as lighting a candle.
  
  Fire Resist- Ability to go unaffected by heat. Also able to extend ability as long as both hands are on the person. Does not protect against explosions or the effects of fire. Clothes will still burn and damage still taken.
  
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  Swordsmanship/Showmanship- Formally trained and naturally gifted, he competed in tournaments as a young adult. Adding an eccentric flair to his battles.
  
  Smithing- Son of a smith, he was raised in a forge. Subsequently, learning the trade through being forced to assist his father. Can recognize metals easily and knows the weak points of most armors.
  
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  A steel sword with a tanned leather grip. A garnet is nestled in the pommel and the guard curls back slightly to cover the wielder’s hand.
  
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  A romantic at heart, Cormac is first and foremost a playboy. Equipped fully with a foul mouth and a quick wit, he could argue with a brick wall and still come out the victor. While ill-mannered and sarcastic, he does have his fair share of fans. It’s hard to hate him, unfortunately for most.
  
  Underneath the rough exterior, a good man lays. Real, real deep. Few have bare witness, but those who have tend to smile a little bit brighter when he enters the room. Smugness aside, he wants to do good. Wants to be good. The only thing standing in the way being his wounded pride.
  
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  Mac doesn’t have any clear goals. Apart from avoiding as much responsibility as possible in his day to day life.
  
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  A life filled to the brim with fame, fortune, and entertainment was all Mac had ever dreamed of. The entirety of his life the festivals and tournaments of Volk had been just outside his window. His father had been a well known Smith and with the need for swords higher than ever during that time of the year, Cormac had been right there next to him at the hearth. Albeit against his will most of the time. Regardless, it led him to meet many contestants throughout the years. As such, he followed in their footsteps. At the age of fifteen he signed up, heading headlong into the fight.
  
  Surprisingly, he did well. Very well in fact. Perhaps the swording lessons his father had required him to take were to thank, but no one could deny the boy was lucky. This luck ultimately led the ambitious teen to become a cocky young man. Year after year he competed, beginning to add his own theatrical flair to his performances. Becoming known for his intricate displays, courtesy of Sendrin. His signature being casting his family's crest to the audience before moving in for the final par. Always flashing his handsome smile that had made quite a few girls swoon in the stands.
  
  Eventually his fortune ran out and in a rather brutal display of power, he was beaten. Leaving a permanent reminder from the crest of his shoulder to the middle of his back. From that point forward he didn’t compete and the crowd-favorite Cormac Siluma faded away from the public eye. Now he goes by the shortened Mac and wastes his days away in taverns and backstreet brawls. His charismatic attitude still awarding him the ever loyal fan-fave. Though on more than one occasion the drink has ended up beating him, not his opponent.
  
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  Will not discuss his past. Especially the battle that cost him his fame.
  Makes a living by doing odd jobs and winning underground fights. Occasionally assisting his father at the forge.
  Will deny he was in tournaments. One of the only ways to anger him is to press the subject. Quick to get defensive of the topic.