Fantasy -The First Kingdom-

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Name:


Thyra Inkeri Torhild


Appearance:

A lithe featured woman, with small hips and bosom. Rather willowy and graceful, at a delicate and what can be described as petite height of 5’5. The owner of light blonde locks that reach the hollow of her back, pale blue eyes- reminiscent of a summer's day. Cheeks a rosy flush and lips the shade only found at the bottom of a sulphur rose. Her clothing, a white dress of sorts, plain all except for gold trimmings that line the neck, waist and hemline. The middle of her forehead is painted a star resembling a connection to her spiritualist and religious beliefs. Thyra's gold trimmings serve no other meaning than to be recognised as a healer of Eir (The Northern goddess of healing and mercy).

Age:


24


Race:


Human


Occupation:


Healer


Skills/Powers(?):


- Being able to heal ailments that be of sickness or wounds of war.


- An expert on what plants can kill or help a being.


- Not quite advanced, but basic surgery skills.


- Having a healer's neutrality when it comes to situations that involve factions fighting. The freedom to move between sides offering help.


Weapons(?):


None


Personality:


A kind, naive and humorous woman. Her gentle side may be the first thing you see, besides being quite shy, alas her temper and lack of patience is something to behold. For a petite and somewhat innocent soul, sheltered most her life; she can seem odd at times or unable to function in social situations. A loyal and stubborn friend, who does anything she can to help. Even if it means harming herself in the process. Thyra isn't new to the horrors of war, or the blood that may stain her hands. She is after all, a healer. Yet her fighting skills are next to none, keeping true to her oath of Eir. Pure from violence and touching a blade that has intent of harm. Fear not the blade a man may wield, but the man whom is the wielder. A strong believer of her faith, although finds no time to push it upon others, as a respectful follower and someone who visits a variety of races and religions.


Background:


Brought up in a human settlement within The Tribal Lands, her family and village were buried deep within the mountains. Practicing a Northern Pagan religion that has survived generations within their community. Yet in the mountains, the winters were harsh and cold, summers lasting a short three months. During these months, the healers would stock up upon their herbs and medicinal plants. The healers of Eir. Her mother, one of these medicine women, passed down her knowledge to her only daughter after Thyra's father died in a hunting accident just after her birth. Soon realising the importance of what she'd been taught, the young woman alike her mother decided to travel her youth. Although no payment was asked for her ability to treat ailments, unless given without thought, mostly relying upon the people's kindness and her own willingness to work for bed and board.


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Name:


Sir Lawrence Wolfe


Appearance:

An imposing figure standing at 6'5, with a broad chest, and wide shoulders. Strong jawline set firmly, and sharp scandinavian features. Possesses prominent cheekbones, with piercing turquoise eyes, and a head of dirty blonde hair, mixed with strands of brown. His skin is relatively tanned, from military campaigns overseas, and hard laboured lifestyle; finally set by a chin of stubble and light beard. Bennett has scars down his back, chest, legs and arms. He wears mixture of light chainmail and plated armour, with his coat of arms decorating the front chest plate.


Age:


28


Race:


Human

Occupation:


Knight Of The Crown


Skills/Powers(?):


Advanced Swordsmanship


Wrestling


Swimming


Jousting


Riding


Long Jumping


Diving


Learning Combat with a variety of weapons


Climbing


(The prerequisite skills for knighthood. All of which were done even while wearing armor.)


Weapons(?):

(Two handed broadsword)

Personality:


A man of good, lawful and chivalrous standing. He takes his position as a knight of the realm, exceedingly seriously, behaving with all military professionalism and courtesy. Obsequious and loyal to the royal family, he has little doubt within whom he follows, after being trained to be subservient towards his sovereign- Quite blindly so. Yet if one were to ever engage in conversation with the man, you’d find him to be quite the witty, and charming sort. His oath to the crown, doesn’t stop his morals from getting in the way, alas will walk into oblivion to prove himself to be worthy of his title. A selflessness overhangs him, with all thought focused on his surroundings, or people whom he cares about. Although his sometimes battle hardened and confident appearance, you’ll find that guilt gnaws at his soul terribly, nightmares haunting the cheerful soldier. Battling through his Post Traumatic Stress and insomnia, Lawrence finds his love of adrenaline and living by the blade serve him well in this life. Flying by on a warhorse, or training voraciously to ensure a propitious fight is where one may usually find him.


Background:


Lawrence, was born from a long line of Knights, warriors, and lords alike. Twas family tradition that the eldest son be one to step up to the title. Due to this noble title, he was cared for by the castle foster mothers till he reached the age of seven, where upon he was placed as a Page boy for the castle lords. Instructed in an early training regime of hunting with huntsmen and falconers, and academic studies with priests or chaplains he began to learn his trade. Becoming an assistant to an older knight in battle named Sir Ferdinand, he carried and cleaned armor, taking care of the horses, and packing the baggage. He accompanied the knight on expeditions, even into foreign lands. As he aged, he soon was taught by knights in swordsmanship, equestrianism, chivalry, warfare, and combat. Alas, when the young child turned fourteen, he was to become a squire. Gaining his own armor, and swearing upon a blessed sword, young Wolfe had been given duties of his own, continuing to train with Sir Ferdinand, the prerequisite skills for knighthood. Readying him for when his own time would come. Even upon this tender age, the child was sent into war alongside the man he’d sworn to trust. This continued, till he at last turned twenty one. Given his own knighthood through ceremony. By this time, his father and mother had both passed, siblings now far flown. The only thing left, twas his sword and masters.




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[Spirit Walker]

Name: Arious "Ari" Freywater


Appearance:


Age: 27


Race: Elf


Occupation: Freelance Bard


Skills/Powers: Blessed with the gift of luck manipulation. By flipping a coin, Ari can either increase good or bad luck. How this manifests itself in the physical world is out of Ari's control, along with just how much the luck is increased. This can have anywhere from mild to disastrous results. He also can place non-elves to sleep with his songs.


Weapons: Two enchanted daggers, which he keeps strapped to his thigh. One causes paralysis, while the other is a confusion charm. Ari has accidentally cut himself more than once on the confusion blade and lost a day from memory.


Personality: As Ari is only 27, a baby to the immortal elves, he tends to be quite mischievous. He is charming and charismatic, to serve his own goal. He can be quite self serving, and would rather give off an air of non-nonchalance and indifference than show his true feelings.


Background: Ari travels around the Elven kingdom, singing on street corners for his fair. He has been homeless since he was 12, when his parents disowned him after an accident involving his luck magic took his little sister from them. Because of this, he has reservation about using his skills with bad luck on others where he can avoid it.

 

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Age: 27


Race: Elf


Occupation: Freelance Bard


Skills/Powers: Blessed with the gift of luck manipulation. By flipping a coin, Ari can either increase good or bad luck. How this manifests itself in the physical world is out of Ari's control, along with just how much the luck is increased. This can have anywhere from mild to disastrous results. He also can place non-elves to sleep with his songs.


Weapons: Two enchanted daggers, which he keeps strapped to his thigh. One causes paralysis, while the other is a confusion charm. Ari has accidentally cut himself more than once on the confusion blade and lost a day from memory.


Personality: As Ari is only 27, a baby to the immortal elves, he tends to be quite mischievous. He is charming and charismatic, to serve his own goal. He can be quite self serving, and would rather give off an air of non-nonchalance and indifference than show his true feelings.


Background: Ari travels around the Elven kingdom, singing on street corners for his fair. He has been homeless since he was 12, when his parents disowned him after an accident involving his luck magic took his little sister from them. Because of this, he has reservation about using his skills with bad luck on others where he can avoid it.

Accepted ^^