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Gender: (Male or Female)
Age: (16+)
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Class:
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Parameters
Vitality: ? / 10
Strength: ? / 10
Stamina: ? / 10
Speed: ? / 10
Intellect: ? / 10
Charisma: ? / 10
Luck: ? / 10
(These parameters are arbitrary and doesn't really affect your character's capabilities)

Vices
(The big one. What makes your character so unattractive to Adventure Troupes. It can have something to do with your combat abilities, personality traits, etc. Have fun with it.)


Our Merry Crew
Arte Blueoak - Blu
Minerva Gracille - Blu
Bhurzak the Daft - Sizniche
Zephyra Prospero - SilverFlight
Quintus Travexius - Elenion Aura
Esquever Tragiasa - Dolches
Clunaira la Pérouse - NightMoves
Dotera Opal - Croaker ​

 

[SilverFlight]

Zephyra Prospero

Spoiler: Transmogrified

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• 
  Name: Zephyra Prospero
  Gender: Female
  Age: 18
  
  Personality:
  
  It was a wonder anyone would work with her before the enchantment really. Her pride and ego were enough to fill a sky barge to bursting. Zephyra, for the most part, is an insufferable narcissist with the solid impression that she is the very greatest of adventurers, rogues and swashbucklers this side of the New World. Her disposition has been recently and only slightly dampened by the fact that an angry wizard made sure she turned into an animal at the greatest moments of inconvenience. Zephyra now has a bit to reflect on regarding her character flaws and the way she treats others, though, she honestly tries very hard not to. Anyone sending praise her way is met with unrelenting agreement and as a result, Zephyra is extremely easy to manipulate in many instances. Her sense of humour would make her almost likable, but for the rest of her character.
  
  Underneath her flagrant ego however, there does beat a rather genuine heart: If Zephyra has hurt someone she considers a friend she does feel the guilt quite keenly, and often tries to make it up to them in awkward and impractical ways.
  
  Zephyra is very slowly beginning to develop a sense of right, though from a life of making a living as a criminal, the lesser acts of law-breaking are still a grey area for her. She is very slowly beginning to consider others (though not before herself) and clearly has a long way to go in terms to becoming a strong member of any team. The most well-hidden aspect of her character is her overwhelming guilt at abandoning her friends when they needed her most. She does not like talking about her past, and becomes nervous and frequently non-sensical as she tries to change the subject. Any matter of loyalty is met with much discomfort as Zephyra is put into a heated battle between her own interests and her projected guilt. Proud, self-centered and oftentimes fairly stubborn, Zephyra can be difficult to get along with, though even she recognizes how far she has fallen from grace, and the sacrifices she must make to climb back to the top.
  
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  Six months ago, Zephyra’s life changed in a way she could never have imagined...
  She was practically born into a gang of street urchins, and learned to pick pockets as soon as she could reach them. The food was never plentiful and the roof always leaked, but in poverty Zephyra had what she could truly call a family. As she grew, her skill increased and she began to take on more and more difficult jobs, outstripping the other young thieves by a considerable haul each week. Eventually, the little urban gang caught the attention of bigger fish: A big-time thief lord called Don Rinaldo, who took a particular interest in Zephyra and her abilities. The don heaped praise on the girl, raising her up well above her old friends, brushing off their discontent as jealousy. Zephyra grew spoiled, selfish and arrogant under the careful tutelage of Rinaldo, all the while improving her specific skillset while providing a river of wealth to the aging thief. One particular job however, would remove her from her place of favor:
  
  While robbing the mansion of a very much admired noble, Zephyra left a piece of evidence that led the authorities back to the thieves’ den she and her friends had called home. They were apprehended in her place while Zephyra was not there. When she realized what had happened, Zephyra had a chance to come forward, to spare her friends the dungeon and go in their stead. She didn’t. Instead, she fled the city and never looked back.
  
  The next two years were spent building her reputation. She finished job after job, joining one adventuring party after the next, each one more renown. Her name became known and her skills became famous. In just over those short years she had reached the peak of her career…and then she fell.
  The potions she had ordered were for a special job, very specific and very complicated to make. Zephyra, to save money, went to a back-alley hedge wizard and commissioned them. They didn’t quite perform the way she needed them to, and when almost caught Zephyra went straight back to the mage and offended him so greatly that he, as punishment cast a spell over the vain thief. So enraged by Zephyra’s ungratefulness however he bungled the words, putting the transmogrification into effect only when Zephyra sneezed.
  
  The first time it happened, it took Zephyra a full five minutes to process that she was no longer a beautiful and world-famous rogue…but a mangey, orange dog. It took her three days to figure out how to change back and another week to realize how the spell worked. Her reputation after that day plummeted like a stone, cast into the back alleys like her flea-bitten hexed form and her name, in the six short months, was almost entirely forgotten.
  
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  Rank: 22
  Class: Thief
  
  Equipment:
  
  • Two ornate, single-edged daggers, stolen from the noble house Dupris and Zephyra’s most cherished possessions.
  • Four small, easily-concealed throwing knives
  • A sturdy set of lock picks for anything from delicate jewelry boxes to dungeon gates
  • A set of smoke-producing potions set into his leather belt for quick escapes.
  
  Abilities:
  
  • Light-footed: Zephyra can be quiet as a mouse when the need arises
  • Lock master: If a lock can be picked, Zephyra can pick it, provided she has the right tools
  • Duelist: Zephyra can wield her daggers with deadly accuracy
  • Acrobatics: Zephyra’s climbing, leaping and balancing skills are exceptional
  • Distraction: Her quick thinking and eccentric imagination can come up with any number of distractions to divert attention away from or toward something
  **All of these abilities are, of course, hampered to greater or lesser degrees when she is a dog.
  
  Parameters
  Vitality: 6 / 10
  Strength: 5 / 10
  Stamina: 8 / 10
  Speed: 9/ 10
  Intellect: 5 / 10
  Charisma: 7 / 10
  Luck: 2 / 10
  
  As a dog:
  Vitality: 1 / 10
  Strength: 1 / 10
  Stamina: 4 / 10
  Speed: 7 / 10
  Intellect: 5 / 10
  Charisma: 1 (10 if you like dogs) / 10
  Luck: 2 / 10
  
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  Apart from being unbelievably full of herself, vain and a little selfish Zephyra recently had a most unfortunate encounter with a wizard: The conjurer in question was not as good as advertised, and when he botched a particular spell Zephyra had ordered, the arrogant thief insulted him and refused to pay. As punishment the mage cast a spell that was meant to be permanent, however as this spell also was blundered, Zephyra now has the rather comical condition or turning into a dog whenever she sneezes. Needless to say, this hampers her ability to function as the excellent adventurer she once was and has instead landed her right at the bottom of the barrel.

 

[Elenion Aura]

"If I told you all of what I knew, you'd soil those pretty white trousers, and we can't have that now, can we?"​

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• 
  

  Name:
  
  Quintus Travexius
  
  

  Gender:
  
  Male
  
  

  Age:
  
  31
  
  

  Appearance:
  
  Quintus is a man in his early thirties with a bronzed complexion, dark hair - expertly coiffed - and golden-amber eyes. He is of slightly-above-average height and build, and sports a particularly exquisite mustachio.
  
  

  
  Personality:
  
  As a young man, Quintus was arrogant and lazy, but undeniably brilliant. As an adult, his luster has somewhat dimmed as a result of all that he’s learned. Belief that the fate of the world rests on his shoulders has aged him before his time, and has made him a firm believer that the needs of the many must always outweigh the needs of the few. He retained the quick wit and sharp tongue honed in the days of his youth, but there's a certain heaviness to it now, a sort-of world-weariness. Quintus has always been fairly independent, preferring to forge his own path than to retread the steps of those who came before him.
  
  Years of ridicule have resulted in Quintus developing a thick skin. He isn't easily offended, and despite his relatively high birth, he is right at home among the lowest of the low of society's outcast and downtrodden. He has long since made peace with the fact that no one will ever believe him when he tells them that the very fabric of their reality is at risk. But he has never doubted it to be true. The facts, he believes, speak for themselves. If it wasn’t already obvious, Quintus can be stubborn, and exceptionally narrowminded at times. Couple that with an air of superiority and a general prickliness and he can be quite unpleasant to be around at times.
  
  As a byproduct of his independence, Quintus believes he is more than capable of leading a mostly solitary life. Friends are a luxury he can scarcely afford in his line of work. Worldly attachments are little more than distractions when considering the scope of the grand, cosmic collapse. He guards his possessions jealously, fearing what gruesome fate might befall the world if the books in his care fell into the wrong hands.
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  Born the fifth son into a fantastic family of mages, Quintus entered this world already immersed in the culture of magic. A natural prodigy, he excelled in school with only a paltry effort, much preferring to goof off and lay about in the fields, or in the sheets. Fed up with his cavalier attitude—and perhaps hoping to spur some work ethic out of the lackadaisical youth—one of his instructors posed a challenge.
  
  “Best me in Wrinkel (a favorite board game among the magical community, requiring a fine tuned awareness of the mystical arts to even attempt to play) and I’ll exempt you from the final, and,” at this point, Quintus was already sold, but he left the old gaffer continue to see what else he’d offer up, “I’ll give you unlimited access to the Teacher’s Library.” Truth be told, Quintus couldn’t care less about old tomes stuffed in ugly bookshelves, but the prospect of saving himself four hours of required sitting for a final (not to mention the opportunity to embarrass one of his elders in front of the whole school) was more than enough reason to agree to the terms. What did he have to lose?
  
  On the scheduled day, Quintus sat at the old, stone table and awaited his challenger. A small crowd had already begun to form. Confident and utterly at ease, the boy made eyes at his latest fling who waxed demure as the teacher took the field. Their battle had already begun. With wit, and wizardry, Quintus dueled his senior up and down—and all across—the seven levels of reality, fighting skirmishes on fronts in the astral and metaphysical planes, and exchanging blows in the alter-dimensions of Ether. Much to Quintus’ dismay, he quickly came to a startling conclusion: they were evenly matched. At one point, the wunderkind even felt himself begin to lose ground, and nearly panicked at the thought of being defeated.
  
  Before he could, the boy risked taking a blind shot in the dark. All along in their battle, he’d thought he’d felt something. Something amiss. Nay, less than something. An echo of something. A fatal lie, hidden behind a curtain, buried somewhere in the quicksand of his opponent’s logos. He searched and searched for the needle in the ocean of hay. Quintus brought himself to the brink of his own downfall, and then, he found it. He had to act, and quickly. A split moment would determine the outcome, as all the heads of all the needles aligned, with nay but a single threat connecting them. Risking it all, Quintus made a mad dash for the moonlight behind that beguiling façade, and emerged on the other side, victorious.
  
  Not wanting to seem a sore loser, the older gentleman ceded his remaining positions and accepted his defeat with as much grace as one can muster in the face of a smug teenage boy. True to his word, he withheld the final, on the caveat that Quintus spent the time he would have spent studying in the Teacher’s Library. Feeling cheated, but deciding to make the most of his internment, Quintus went hunting for the most obscure text he could find, in the hopes of learning something he didn’t already know—perhaps he could use his newfound knowledge to woo his next potential bedmate? He found more than he’d bargained for, however, and after he’d finished pouring over the musty, worn and wretched tome for the third time in under an hour, Quintus was stricken with a paralyzing fear. They were all going to die.
  
  Determined to tell someone of what he’d read, he raced from one faculty member to the next, beseeching them to explain what he’d read. Each of them dismissed him, though, citing an overactive imagination and need to impress others as reasons for his acting out. But Quintus knew that this was no act. He’d read something that shocked him, but more shocking than that was no one seemed to believe him, no one seemed to care.
  
  He soon became obsessed. Ancient runes foretold of a coming calamity. Quintus tore through tome after tome, corroborating mounting evidence for the reckoning foretold in his Book of Secrets. Eventually his obsession turned to desperation. Quintus began neglecting his studies—even more so than usual—and often skipped lectures altogether. After copious warning, he was expelled for mostly academic reasons, but not before he made off with a choice selection of ancient texts from the library.
  
  Word of his fall from grace spread quickly. His old acquaintances avoided him while his family all but disowned him. Quintus had become an overnight pariah, and yet he didn’t seem to care all that much. For years, he scoured the world, searching for clues to the many riddles, uncovering secrets unspoken in millennia. He was spurned by the magical community at every turn. Every bookshop, every potion-maker, every archivist in the city knew of him. They mocked him, refused him service, and in some cases called the city guard—usually because Quintus had tried to make off with some of their wares. He spent more than his fair share of evenings in a cell.
  
  The vagabond mage now turns his eyes to the New World in the hopes of uncovering the next piece of the puzzle in his quest to stave off the foretold apocalypse.
  ​

  
  
• 
  

  Rank:
  
  30
  
  Class:
  
  Mage --> Arcanist
  
  Equipment:
  
  - Obsidian Staff
  
  - Sack Full O' Pilfered Tomes
  
  Abilities:
  
  - Master of Magic:
  
  Quintus is a prodigious talent, enough to make his peers green with envy even in his schoolyard days. He is well-versed in several schools of magic, and has years of experience in their practical applications.
  
  Parameters
  
  

  Vitality: 4 / 10
  
  Strength: 2 / 10
  
  Stamina: 5 / 10
  
  Speed: 4 / 10

  Intellect: 8 / 10
  
  Charisma: 7 / 10
  
  Luck: 7 / 10

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• 
  Quintus' standing with his fellow mages is fabulously besmirched. Many of his contemporaries think him cracked, mad, or simply foolish. He is unflappably convinced that a terrible destiny is rushing to meet this world, and burn it to ashes. He is the magical equivalent of a hobo holding a "The End Is Near" cardboard sign around his neck, or the person who spends their entire life savings to build an underground fallout shelter in the event of a nuclear apocalypse.
  
  At best, he is as delusional as everyone seems to think he is. And at worse, well… Best not to think about the alternative.
  

 

[Sizniche]

Personal Information
Name: Bhurzak the Daft
Gender: Male
Age: Roughly 35
Appearance:

He is 8' 3", and 405 lbs.
Personality: To consider Bhurzak sapient is about the most you could say about him intelligence-wise; almost seemingly as a rule, Bhurzak acts more animal than human. He can barely string together simple sentences, can't read, can't do arithmetic, can't think of more complex battle strategy than "smash until it stops moving", barely understands how currency works, and can even barely spell his own name (incorrectly). He has the mental capacity of a four year old, though no one would say it to him out of fear of him breaking out in rage, as he has a tendency to do. His primary drives and motivations are as basic and animalistic as they get; eat until full, drink until hydrated, copulate until satisfied, sleep until rested. He is resilient to any form of control or boundaries, and refuses to follow orders, though it's debatable whether it is out of free spirit or him simply not understanding some of their importance. This creates issues in every party he is a part of, as he will often charge carelessly into danger without a second thought.
History: Born in the wilds to barbarians, Bhurzak lived much of his life in the wild, with nothing but his own two hands to fight with. He lived a savage life of eating animals alive for sustenance and drinking any water he could get his hands on, acting on animalistic instinct to get by. His introduction to civilization was when he was found mauling a bear--no, that is not a typo--by a group of adventurers who thought he would make a useful asset. They brought him to civilization, gave him a hammer and a pair of pants, and immediately regretted their decision to bring him questing when he tried to eat everything he killed. Still, he learned basically how currency worked--give gild, get stuff like food and drink--and enough about the adventurers guild to know he was basically a part of it, so he took it on as his new work to get gild to get more stuff. After the first few groups, however, finding work has become difficult.

League Information
Rank: 37
Class: Berserker
Equipment: One old two-handed warhammer scaled to his size, a pair of pants.
Abilities:
Berserker Rage - Bhurzak enters a frenzy where he ignores pain and becomes slightly stronger for one minute.
Gravity - Bhurzak drops something heavy, usually himself, on an enemy. He seems to have become rather partial to this one.
Parameters
Vitality: 10 / 10
Strength: 10 / 10
Stamina: 5 / 10
Speed: 3 / 10
Intellect: 1 / 10
Charisma: 1 / 10
Luck: 5 / 10

Vices
Dangerously Stupid: See Personality.
Gluttonous: Being a 8' 3", 405-pound beast of a man with no care for rationing or sharing meals, Bhurzak becomes difficult to keep properly fed and kept, with quintuple rations often being a minimum just to keep him docile. If he isn't fed properly, he will often start fights, and rumors say he'll go as far as eat another adventurer in the absence of a better alternative.

 

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Arte Blueoak

Gender
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Age
18

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Personality
Prior to him joining the Tantalus Adventure Troupe, Arte was a starry-eyed optimist keen on becoming a world-renown Adventurer. He had genuine enthusiasm for the life, giving up his previous livelihood as a boring but safe farmhand working at his parents' homestead. Unfortunately, his ill-fated meeting with Minerva and eventually the other members of the Troupe has caused him to become increasingly pessimistic about his new life; it only gets worse as he gradually discovers the harsh reality of Adventuring such as the constant threat of death and often low rewards from quests.

He becomes consistently sarcastic, cynical, and blunt, especially towards his own teammates, even though most of the time it's shrugged off as Arte being Arte. He has no qualms about reminding the others of their flaws and vices. However, this is not only exclusive to his fellow comrades as he is open about his disdain to just about anyone he finds annoying. Arte has a tendency to openly complain about the unfortunate situations he finds himself in to which he generally becomes more depressed and irritable.

While he is the most unassuming member of the Troupe, Arte is at his most reliable during critical moments. As such, he is shown to be surprisingly intelligent and a good leader. Despite his abrasive attitude, deep down, he is a kind person and fond of his friends, willing to do whatever it takes to keep their airship sailing at the end of the day.

History
Arte's history is as unassuming as he is. Born to farmers in the quaint countryside of the Old World, his life was one blessed by normality. The only thing not typical about the farmer's boy is that he managed to educate himself in the ways of language, writing, arithmetic, and the like with help from friends who lived in the neighboring city. He also learned a fair bit about combat from his uncle who was a soldier in the army. In his teenage years, he became somewhat of a shut-in, isolating himself from the rest of the world and had trouble forming or sustaining relationships with those outside of his immediate family.

At age 17 he met a beautiful girl, a noble from the city and made friends with her. It didn't take long for the relationship to bloom into something more but before he could confess his true feelings for the young maiden, she told him that she would soon leave the city and head off to the New World. She asked him to make a promise to meet up with her there. Like any hormone-filled boy, this spurred him into action and soon led to his decision to become an Adventurer. He dusted off his dead uncle's armor, picked up a sword, and registered for a license with the Adventurer's League.

The starry-eyed lad held in his heart ambitions for becoming a renown Adventurer and meeting up with that girl once more in the New World. What he doesn't know is that this is just the beginning of his troubles...
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Class
Warrior

Equipment
• x1 Steel Sword
• x1 Set of Worn Armor

Abilities
• Unassuming Look: Due to his unassuming appearance, most people tend to not take Arte's claims of being a Adventurer seriously. The non-threatening farm boy vibe that he gives off automatically causes others to drop their guard around him. While this pisses him off to no end, he is not above taking advantage of this fact.

• Intelligence: Because most of his parameters are below average, it comes as a surprise that his intellect is sufficiently high. This translates into a clever and cunning style of combat, often employing unorthodox tactics to win. Intellect is a key parameter for mages which means Arte has potential in using magic. Unfortunately, he has classed into being a warrior.

• Luck: His luck parameter is insanely high but those of the Adventurer's League often question whether this is a useful parameter or not.

Parameters
Vitality: 3 / 10
Strength: 3 / 10
Stamina: 3 / 10
Speed: 3 / 10
Intellect: 8 / 10
Charisma: 3 / 10
Luck: 10 / 10
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As mentioned before, Arte's unassuming appearance is a major problem for himself. No one wants an Adventurer in their Troupe who looks as non-threatening as he is. They may let him join if he wants to mop the floors or something on deck, but Arte's pride would never allow that. Not to mention that nowadays there are hardly any Rank 1 Adventurers anymore. You have to have some experience for any Troupe to seriously consider you. Adding to this, other than his intellect—which is rendered nearly useless because he chose to become a warrior instead of a mage—and his luck—which is sort of useless in and of itself—the rest of his parameters are below average. This guy's a joke. He's also, at times, quite lecherous, which doesn't bode well for crews with female members who won't tolerate his behavior.
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Name
Minerva Laan Gracille

Gender
Female

Age
17

Appearance

Personality
Minerva has an interesting yet troublesome personality. She is high-spirited, cheerful, and carefree, but rarely thinks about the consequences of her actions. While she doesn't force her beliefs onto others, Minerva always acts or speaks on her whims; so, she can behave very inappropriately in many situations. It is also very easy to taunt Minerva with jeers or lure her with praises. She tends to perform good deeds, but then immediately ruins her own merits by seeking praises aggressively and persistently. Also, while many of her "good deeds" turn out fine, Minerva is very short-sighted, and some of these "good deeds" actually turn out to be complete disasters.

She thinks very highly of herself coming from her noble lineage but oddly is not against pleading and begging if it means getting what she wants. She is pathetically incapable of lying as, when she attempts to do so, the lies usually give themselves away or all it takes is pinching her cheeks to make her spill the beans. And on the other hand, she is also very easy to lie to. When Minerva is acting stubborn, other people may fib to her to improve her mood and make her more agreeable.

Minerva can be very observant and knowledgeable when she wants. She simply lacks the basic analytical skills and self-awareness to use her knowledge effectively. She can be very tolerant, and will easily accept and forgive other people's imperfections and mistakes. Part of her understanding nature, however, is actually an extremely bad short-term memory. Also despite her vanity and incessant praise-seeking, she is unaware of her natural talents for adventuring and combat, often performing extraordinary feats nonchalantly and not seeking approval for when she does so.

History
Minerva Laan Gracille, daughter of Aldofus Treagar Gracille and Cecily Laan Synphona, and sole successor of the Gracille family name. Theirs is a noble and old lineage, dating back centuries. A line of dragon slayers who serve kings for generations. When Minerva was born, it was said that a draconic comet flew across the heaven, blessing the infant with inhuman strength and power. It turns out, this story seems to be true as far as the inhuman strength part goes. Even as a child, her physical strength was that of ten men. Most children her age either fear or hate her because of this, looking at her as if she were a freak or monster. Sad to say, Minerva rarely had friends in her adolescence and, the friends, she did made liked her more for her wealth than for her character.

That aside, as the successor of a dragon slaying clan, Minerva was taught combat at an early age and her training would last until she was 15 years of age. Day in and day out, she had grueling training sessions of both body and mind to shape her into a powerful warrior. Although she hated her training, she knew the consequences of defying the wishes of dear old papa. In all truthfulness, she only continued the training with the hopes that one day she'll become the leader of the family and spend the rest of her life in leisure.

Cue in the events that transpired on her 16th birthday. Tasked with a seemingly impossible quest, Minerva is to slay an Arch Dragon from the New World or give up her right to her inheritance. All those years of grueling work, it can't be for nothing. Having no reasonable choice in the matter, Minerva accepted the task and set off to train for nearly another 6 months before registering with the Adventurer's League. Of course, she hadn't expect her father to add another condition to the already impossible task: she would receive no support from her family during her quest, monetary or otherwise. Meaning her army of attendants are staying put as well.

So, being creative, Minerva decided to invest what little money she had saved up and not frivolously spent on an airship and a charter for an Adventure Troupe. Enter Tantalus. Of course, what's a troupe without worthy Adventurers, Minerva set out to gather some only to find that no Adventurer worth their salt would team up with her due to her reputation and the task she's been given. Crap. Now what? She spent the last of her money on those now useless flyers. Please, someone join her doomed troupe!
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Rank
12

Class
Dragon Slayer

Equipment
• x1 Enchanted Meteorite Longsword
• x1 Noble's Armor
• Various Potions and Charms
• x1 Magically-sealed Tome

Abilities
• Dragon Slaying Knowledge: While her combat knowledge is already impressive enough alone, Minerva was specifically trained to slay dragons—formidable ancient creatures few dare to cross. Her knowledge of all things dragons is vast including draconic physiology, behavior, and weaknesses to name a few.

• Draconic Magic: Minerva is one of the few practitioners of Draconic Magic in the world which is a special sect of magic derived from dragons themselves. Fight fire with fire as they say! The many and varied spells would take a while to list but her absolutely favorite spell is one that envelopes her sword with draconic aura, transforming its shape into a lance which will cause incredible destruction when thrown.

• Blessed Strength: You can't mention Minerva without mentioning her ridiculous physical strength. Able to lift what ten good men can't together and all without breaking a sweat. The origins of her strength are a mystery. Come on, comets can't really bless people with strength now, can they?

Parameters
Vitality: 8 / 10
Strength: 10 / 10
Stamina: 8 / 10
Speed: 8 / 10
Intellect: 3 / 10
Charisma: 5 / 10
Luck: 3 / 10
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Little Miss Nobility is lazy, self-centered, and not all that bright. And her short-term memory is a crapshoot where it counts. Combined all that with a unhealthy penchant of wanting praise and recognition from just about everyone and you get a high-maintenance lapdog. It's no wonder she can't court any adventurers to her troupe. Who'd be able to stand her? And forget dragon slayer, that's in title alone as the closest thing to a dragon that she's slain is the life-size wood model in her backyard. She also doesn't know anything of the real world having spent most of life in the lap of luxury, attendants catering to her every need and whim. Welcome to the real world, kid. Don't hold your breath.
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[NightMoves]

Personal Information

Name: Clunaira la Pérouse
Nickname: Clu
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality: Clu is always happy to help! She’ll attempt to help everyone with her magic, most often failing in the process due to her vice. The only time she doesn’t have a smile on her face is usually when one of her spells fail and she made things harder on her party members, then she feels incredibly bad and tries to hide under her very large hat.

Despite her vices, Clu is very determined to go on adventures and won’t give up no matter how many times people tell her to do so.

History:
Clunaira was born to a rather prestigious family of mages. They were known as the best of the best, and she was expected to follow in their footsteps. Sadly, she never seemed to have any magical talent. No matter what she did, no matter who she trained with or how hard she tried, Clu’s spells have always had an 98.88% chance of misfiring.

The poor girl tried her absolute best to please her parents, training until she was exhausted, but nothing ever seemed to help. Failure after failure caused her once loving parents to grow extremely distant.

As her parents only cared about having a prodigy, they disowned her and kicked her from the family home, deeming that she was incapable of using magic. This was when she decided to become part of the league and prove herself worthy to not only her parents, but everyone who ever doubted her.

Despite her parents forbidding her from using their last name, she still does. This causes people to laugh at her, as they believe that there is no way she could be part of the Pérouse family with her sub-par magical abilities.

League Information

Rank: 11
Class: Buff Mage
Equipment:
1x Mage outfit that is slightly too big for her (See pic)
1x Worn wooden staff

Abilities:
Buffer: Clu can buff allies, or even enemies, with increased speed, strength, accuracy, dodge chance, etc.

Debuffer: Clu can debuff enemies, or even allies, with decreased speed, strength, accuracy, dodge chance, etc.

Crowd Controller: Clu is also able to apply some crowd control to enemies, or allies. Some of these spells include but are not limited to stuns, roots, and silences.

Parameters

Vitality: 3 / 10
Strength: 1 / 10
Stamina: 5 / 10
Speed: 7 / 10
Intellect: 8 / 10
Charisma: 5 / 10
Luck: 0 / 10

Vices

Clu’s spells misfire 98.88% of the time. Sometimes the spell she casted has absolutely no relation to the spell that she meant to cast, and other times what she casts is the complete opposite of what she wants.

Examples:
Clu means to buff ally defense, but accidentally lowers that ally’s defense.
Clu means to stun the enemy but accidentally stuns her ally. Oopsies.
Clu means to silence the enemy and accidentally buffs its attack, defense, speed, accuracy, dodge chance, etc. How do multiple spells go off when she only casted one? She has no idea. It probably has to do with her 0/10 luck.

Oh yeah, she's also pretty clumsy because you know. 0/10 luck.

 

[Croaker]

Dotera "The Iron Maiden" Opal
Final Desciple of the Sun​

Personal Information
Gender:
Female
Age:
24
Appearance:
The stunning platinum and gold ornaments wrapped and welded purposefully to each individual plate of Dotera’s armor gleam brilliantly in the sun, often giving the inquisitor a heavenly glow in days of strong sunlight. The paladin is known – and often viewed – as a brooding monarch of redemption, silent in the presence of others, giving her a deathly aura that is only amplified by her intimidating, ornamental armor. Because of this – and because she rarely removes her armor in the presence of others – Dotera is generally avoided by most sane people. This, however, has lead to much speculation as to what the woman actually looks like underneath her brutal mantle. Many visualize the snarling maw of a battle-scarred woman, more animal than human. Other minds might conjure up images of an Amazonian woman bearing hard-set features, dispassionate and sexless. As it turns out, none of these are true.
Because Dotera has become somewhat comfortable with her new troupe, she has allowed herself to relax somewhat around them. This means removing the armor occasionally in her compatriot’s presence. In revealing the creature beneath the Iron Maiden guise, many would be surprised to find a fairly young woman, seemingly in their early to mid twenties. Large bright eyes, shining warmly like the sun, greet those that catch her gaze, while framing her heart shaped face is an unkempt tangle of shock white hair. And while Dotera’s skin remains mostly unblemished – save a single scar claiming the left side of her face – a band of freckles has appeared across the bridge of her nose.
When in her armor, Dotera stands at an imposing 6’, though when outside the mantle, she is no more than 5’9”. The Paladin possesses a well toned body, and prides herself in maintaining her physique.

Spoiler

Personality:
Adorned in ornamental plate armor, radiating a blinding holy light, Dotera is the living hand of her God’s will, a product of pure righteousness. The Paladin is known for their devotion to their religion, even though the rest of the church’s disciples have been executed or deserted, rendering the religion essentially dead. Regardless, the Iron Maiden holds true to her faith and continues to spread the good word of Sodra, King of Thorns, God of the Morning Star.
Dotera, though frequently blunt and forthright with people, is genuinely a kind person at heart. Despite their rules and moral code being a fair bit stricter than most folks, the Paladin means well in the end, and is in desperate need of companionship. Being a constant victim of rumor, many people think that Dotera is a bloodthirsty avenger, hell bent at single handedly resolving all of the world’s injustices. In reality Dotera is a pacifist at heart, generally only choosing to fight when absolutely necessary. Of course, when it does come time to throw fists, one can expect Dotera to be right upfront in the thick of it, brutalizing enemies in ways you wouldn’t think possible.
History:
Dotera likes to believe she had a fairly standard childhood, not much unlike yours or mine. Each day went as one would expect for a young girl growing up in a small town, starting of course with an early morning prayer to the sun, before continuing on with church attendance, followed then by some sort of religious or combat study, and ending once again with prayer before sleep. You know, your run of the mill kid stuff.
Of course, it wasn’t like that all the time. When daddy was out crushing the skulls of heretics, and purging this world of its many evils, Dotera would frequently find herself with a day entirely to herself. It was on days like these that Dotera would go out and try to make friends with the other local kids. That was always a fun game! Of course, she never actually did manage to make a friend, but she got close a couple of times.
Despite the uneventfulness of Dotera’s childhood, the Paladin still looks back on those days fondly. Childhood is a comforting thought for the Iron Maiden, as memories of such carelessness harken back to a time when her church was thriving. Sadly, these days, Dotera is the final disciple of the Sun, and struggles to spread the good word of Sodra, King of Thorns, God of the Morning Star. After the year long culling of her people, and the Seven Days of Fire that were held between The Children of Sodra and The Church of Lunalis, Dotera is all that is left. Nevertheless, the Paladin refuses to give up hope. After joining the Adventurer's League, Dotera found herself on a quest to rise through the ranks of adventurers, Dotera's hope being that her success might inspire others to join her faith. No luck yet, though surely things will turn around soon.

League Information
Rank:
32
Class:
Paladin of the Sun
Equipment:
- Ornamental Battle Armor
- Ornamental Tower Shield
- Trusty Flail (it is a sin for a Paladin of the Sun to flay the flesh of another living creature)
- Covenant of the Dawn/Covvel Sultana (Bible)
- Covenant of the Dawn Booklets (for passing out to interested parties)
Abilities:
Dotera has trained most of her life for combat. She is well versed with using a flail and mace, whilst also covering herself and allies with her tower shield.
Outside of physical combat, Dotera is also imbued with a divine energy, granted to her by her God. She can use this energy to bestow blessings on others to grant minor boons or protections, as well as repair non-lethal wounds. However, this divine energy is much better when used to smite heretics. Dotera can imbue weapons with radiant and holy energy to deal extra damage when striking enemies.
Parameters
Vitality: 8 / 10
Strength: 10 / 10
Stamina: 5 / 10
Speed: 2 / 10
Intellect: 5 / 10
Charisma: 2 / 10
Luck: 7 / 10 (does holy intervention count as luck?)

Vices
Though Dotera is a gentle and kind soul, it has been proven that she can be easily cajoled into fighting. Should someone commit blatantly heretical behavior, Dotera will step in to make sure the blasphemer repents, or pays for their crimes with their body. Because Dotera is generally uncharismatic, she has trouble getting people to repent for their sins, and thus far has had to rely on beating the snot out of heretics to make them pay. Also, Dotera is very adamant about her religion and will not break any of its commandments no matter the cost. Her devotion makes her a nuisance to most folk, as it's all she seems to care about and Dotera is infamous for trying to convert anything with a pulse.
In short, Dotera is generally seen as an uncharismatic kill-joy, hell bent on converting the world to Sodrism.

 

[vinn]

Personal Information
Name: Monty Bayeo
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Monty is a courteous gentleman, and will treat all women and children kindly. Men, on the other hand, are irrelevant. Meticulous and refined, he’s an extreme perfectionist. His curiosity often takes him to various places, and his interest is easily sparked, yet fleeting. He’s tactful and attentive, his honest smile speaking humility. His forgiving nature often allow others to speak freely and carelessly, a trustful character. But it all comes from an empty place. He’s reliable, but only to the degree of self interest.
History
“Men are filthy beasts.”
Those were the last words his mother had spoken to him before leaving their family. He couldn’t blame her. She was pitiful, really. His deadbeat dad was sickening, gambling his life away and robbing them of a decent life. It was your typical distraught family.
Nonetheless, young Monty was a hopeful and bright eyed child. He had a healthy body and mind, and most importantly, his dear beloved sister. He would never let her live a life of destitution, no. And though his father was useless, he wasn’t heartless enough to leave him to rot in his poor life decisions.
Monty was a capable kid, and enjoyed his busy life tasked with various jobs. When his sister had fallen ill to a curable but expensive disease, he put in strenuous effort to afford its treatment.
But mother knows best.
It was only when his father ran off with the money that Monty had ever asked others for help. But reality settled in. The community that adored his diligence left him in the dust. It was too late for her, anyways. Did he fall into a pit of self pity? No. He didn’t waste his time victimizing and feeling sorry for himself. Instead, he chose to live as his own life’s priority, before all and everything else.
In current time, he really is living his best life. He’s an excellent adventurer, but his self indulgence ranks him at the bottom with all the other scum. He’s done many guilds dirty, and is known as a conniving snake.

League Information
Rank: 42
Class: Swordsman
Equipment:
- A sword. Any will do.
- Magical pair of gloves. Absorbs impact, good for blocking and sanitary reasons.
Abilities:
Exceptional Swordsman
Speed Monster
Household (not!)Magic
Parameters
Vitality: 6 / 10
Strength: 7 / 10
Stamina: 4 / 10
Speed: 10 / 10
Intellect: 5 / 10
Charisma: 3 / 10
Luck: 8 / 10

Vices
Monty is a hedonist, and is more than willing to seek pleasure or benefit himself at the cost of another. He’s a self serving bastard with the rouse of a sincere man. Lying is second nature to him, and he has no problem cheating or abandoning an issue that he feels no attachment to. His faithlessness spurs his detachment, separating himself from others into a “me” and “them” mentality, which excuses himself of his disloyal behaviour. There are many harbouring deep resentment against him, as he often screws people over without a shred of guilt. Monty has an obsessive habit of keeping free of superficial imperfections. His compulsions result in excessive cleaning that often interferes with his daily life and surroundings.

 

[OtherwiseMaybe]

Lecia Sagax

• Personal Information
• History
• League Information
• Vices

• Name: Lecia Sagax
  Gender: Female
  Age: 27
  Appearance:
  Having squirreled herself away for a good number of months since what she calls a “minor” accident, Lecia has unsurprisingly developed rather poor eyesight and consequently needs to always wear her glasses. She keeps her hair haphazardly tied up, revealing the undercut she has on the back of her head -- a result of a rather amusing accident that resulted in her hair color being a strange mixture of chestnut brown with faint hints of pink and blue like that of cotton candy. Her fingertips are often stained with color due to the amount of time she spends grinding ingredients in her attempt to make new harebrained elixirs. Despite the stains and her strangely colored hair, she tries to maintain some semblance of tidiness.
  
  Personality:
  Considered a touch eccentric, Lecia displays an absurd amount of patience when working on her experiments; however, that cannot always be said of her behavior toward her peers. Never one for idle chit chat with strangers, she comes across as a bit straight-forward, but that could not be further from the truth. Growing up among a family of scholars, Lecia was often encouraged to explore anything that struck her fancy and pursue all the tangents that came along with it. This eventually turned into an insatiable curiosity to tinker and experiment as she grew into her teenage years and well beyond. She easily loses herself in thought and ponders aloud when working, and so her reputation as an eccentric was born. That reputation has only grown over the years, especially after one of her escapades which resulted in her spectacularly failing eyesight and strange hair color. Still, she persists and refuses to stop her experiments.
  
  Despite her predisposition for overworking herself and being short toward others, she can be strangely thoughtful when she chooses to pay attention. That being said, she considers herself a perpetual optimist and an opportunist. With a somewhat gray moral compass, she rarely opposes taking advantage of situations, especially if it will further her research.
  
• An academic at heart, young Lecia set out upon the world brimming with curiosity and an unmatched enthusiasm to explore and discover the world around her. Her thirst for knowledge drove her to enroll into various institutions in the hopes of learning more about the world. While she did excel at the academies she enrolled in, it was never quite enough, and after traveling for several years, she came upon her life's work: alchemy.
  
  Having read stories as a child of alchemists and their pursuit for immortality and the powers of transmutation, she wondered whether any of those goals were attainable. In between bouts of work with a variety of troupes and experiments that have yet to lead to anywhere, she began to consider traveling to the continent of Etria. Perhaps there, she would find ingredients for a breakthrough.
  
• Rank: 23
  Class: Alchemist
  Equipment:
  Two weathered daggers
  Three test tubes of healing elixirs
  Two flasks full of incendiary compound
  One flask of alcohol
  An alchemist's kit, including mortar & pestle and ingredients to concoct at least five potions
  
  Abilities:
  Scavenge: Searches for food and/or ingredients (If there is one thing Lecia has gotten good at despite failing to transmute objects into gold, she does have a knack for finding things.)
  Elixir Crafting: Creates potions on the go to help assist the troupe with injuries if ingredients available
  Bombs Away!: Creates an incendiary compound used to blast through obstacles
  Summon Homunculus: Conjures a homunculus to assist its mistress and serve as a distraction when needed
  
  Parameters
  Vitality: 3 / 10
  Strength: 4 / 10
  Stamina: 5 / 10
  Speed: 7 / 10
  Intellect: 8 / 10
  Charisma: 4 / 10
  Luck: 6 / 10
  
• While her family was relatively comfortable, Lecia was keenly aware that they were not the wealthiest or in the highest of social standings after having occasionally experienced some cruel remarks from those more well off. As a child, she did not understand the reasons behind the cruelty; however, she stubbornly refused to ask her parents for an explanation -- choosing instead to draw her own conclusions out of a mixture of pride and shame for not knowing the answer. She soon decided that the solution to her problems was to simply amass greater wealth, and so she began her pursuit of more coin. When she finally got it into her head to master alchemy as a means of wealth, she turned her attention primarily toward experiments into turning objects into gold with little to no success.
  
  While her experiments into transmutation can be relatively benign (save for the occasional fires and/or strangely colored objects), Lecia is not opposed to taking advantage of a situation and pinching things that she might be able to sell at a later date.
  
  To top off what she calls "hoarding," Lecia's obsession with transmutation has become off-putting to some troupes. After she injured herself in one of her experiments, people began to avoid her more -- preferring not to be caught in the potential friendly fire of a potion gone awry.
  

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