Fantasy Warth and Glory CS

[Guppy Franz]

• Cs sheet
• Races

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  *Note! Before you make a decision on races, I have put the playable races and brief descriptions of them in the right tablet labeled races above.
  
  Name: (Pretty simple)
  
  Appearance: (A simple image or description will be fine.)
  
  Age: (18 and above thank you!)
  
  Race: (Now for race, full-blooded Giants and Ogres will be off limits since both are massive in size.)
  
  Gender: (Another simple one)
  
  Height: (Limit will be 8 or 9 ft)
  
  Weight: (Pretty basic)
  
  Backstory: (Here you will explain how your character came to enlist into the Eswen army and what their drive is.)
  
  Magical Abilities: (If your character has magical abilities then this will be where they are listed.)
  
  Weapons and armor: (So here our characters will be starting with the basics of gear. Leather padded armor and iron helmet along with a rucksack, but you can choose your weapon type freely, just note that if you have a ranged weapon you should at least have a single melee weapon as well.)
  
  Inventory: (So here your rucksack will come into play, acting as your own personal inventory space. From personal objects to essential tools for the field, this is where it will be kept and tracked.
  
  Talents: (What are your character's strongest traits? Are they strong warriors? Magically blessed mages? Expert hunters with keen senses? A genius inventor? There must be at least three or four traits.)
  
  Weaknesses: (What are your character's flaws? Are they cowardly? Are they short tempered? Devious in nature? Possibly a drunk carrying heavy baggage? There must be at least three or four flaws.)
  
  Hobbies: (What does your character like to do with their free time off the battlefield? Sing, cook, write, draw, ect.)
  
  Extra: (Whatever it is you think should be added if not added yet.)
  
  
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  1. Humanity: The sole rulers of the West, humans are the most basic of races and second most populated of the Melveir and most populated within Eswen. Diverse in many fields humanity has secured the West with an iron grip, relying on drilled tactics and thorough training of its troops. Another strength humanity processes are their heavily armored cavalry and their Paladin forces, blessed by the church and given holy magic. Besides the extensive military drills and unique units, Humanity has shown great courage and stubborn defiance against their enemies, forever at the ready to stand against the looming dangers that threaten their lands.
  
  For centuries humanity has been stuck within an endless loop of war between not only themselves but the world around them. Few souls have made attempts to end this loop but had failed, their deeds and goals either fading through time or passed down as stories and tales of fallen martyrs. Many fight for freedom, wealth, faith, fame, or justice. But even though they lack the brutal strength of the Orcs, the immense magical powers of the Fae, or the ingenious ingenuity of the Dwarves, Humanity has always risen to challenge and has survived for centuries through pure determination or courage.
  
  
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  2. Dark Elves: Quick and agile, the Dark Elves are masters of manipulation and stealth, but are still a deadly presence on the battlefield. Experts in skirmish fighting, Dark Elves can maneuver their forces for lethal hit-and-run attacks. Like the Elves and Fae, Dark Elves find a steady magical source from the forest, just simply being surrounded by a woodland environment their agility and fighting power increase tenfold.
  
  Ruled by a long-lasting matriarchy, the Dark Elves believe themselves the most superior race of Melveir, forever waging a war against the savage animals that stole their lands. Large cities and fortresses exist on both the surface and underground, great caverns spreading throughout their territory and giving them access to neighboring nations. They are a proud race with a nearly unbreakable sense of duty and honor for their race's dignity.
  
  
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  3. Elves: Masters of the bow and sword, the Elves are skilled warriors with centuries of experience under their belt. Though they have the ability of high-level magics, the Elves rely on their Fae allies in that field. Though their armies are feared in significant battles, the Elven race population has been on the decline thanks to centuries of unending conflicts against both the Undead and Dark Elves, resulting in their armies being spread thin and condensed in numbers.
  
  Like their counterparts, the Dark Elves, the Elven race are a proud and dignified people, determined to protect their home and culture. They do not have a kind view of the other races other than the Fae, but they do not wish them ill will. The Elven armies will not march outside of their territory and remain within the east. However, over the years groups of Elven settlers have traveled to the West, answering the call for unity from Eswen. Because of this trade between Eswen and the eastern nations has begun to slowly grow, improving relationships between the races.
  
  
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  4. Fae: Though the Fae are not meant for frontline combat, they make up for this flaw with pure magical talent. Born through the seemingly endless amount of magic from the world, Fae can cast immense spells of all categories ranging from summoning large thunderstorms that strike lightening down on their foes, towering shields to protect from attacks, and saintly healing powers that can bring many from the brink of death in a moments notice. The possibilities for their powers seem endless, but like many other creatures the more they grow, the stronger their powers become.
  
  Fae can be a diverse race, all having their unique appearance can also lead them to have their personalities. At times Fae can be mischievous, playing light-hearted tricks on passing travelers or playing through the forest. Because of their natural sense to protect and preserve life, Fae can be kind-hearted beings.
  
  
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  5. Dwarves: Crushers of stone and Fathers of black powder, the Dwarves are a race of engineering and solid defense. Using both their might and creative machines of war, the Dwarves are always the loudest force on the field. With finely crafted armor and weapons the Dwarves are a solid frontline force, able to hold the line against hordes of enemies for a long time. Along with their mighty fighting force, the Dwarves have a plethora of war machines and weapons. Examples of these achievements in engineering are their fleets of airships carried by hot air balloons, the mighty cannons, the devastating rifles, and steam-powered chariots that run down droves of their enemies.
  
  Prideful and efficient, Dwarves are a hearty race that has become master craftsmen and unique inventors. With their great kingdoms built into the very mountains themselves, the Dwarves have an almost endless source of raw materials, ranging from metals, gold, diamonds, and stone itself. With these materials, the Dwarves construct stronger buildings and defenses while their brightest minds create inventive designs. From machines that mine deeper and faster into the mountains to weapons that spew flames and metal.
  
  
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  6. Beastmen: Strong and wise, the tribes of the Beastmen have always been home to Melveir’s most talented warriors. Techniques of the way of fighting are passed down from generation to generation to hone and master. With iron-like honor and unwavering spirits, the Beastmen are counted as one of the more noble of races. Their strongest fighters are those of the Centaur and the Minotaur lineages.
  
  One of the original inhabitants of Melveir, the Beastmen tribes have existed since the Elves and Dark Elves waged war against one another before the other races began to slip into Melveir. Once a nomadic people the tribes would finally settle within the north, living in the many vast valleys that ran through the mountains of the Dwarves. Relations between the two races once were a neutral peace, the Dwarves digging the mountains while the Beastmen lived quietly in the valleys below. However, as the Dwarves began to grow and build, the leftover waste and minerals would be dumped from the mountains, polluting the land, rivers, and air of the valleys below. From there the Beastmen would bump heads with the Dwarves until eventually, it would lead to many years of bloody and spiteful conflict between the two. Small clashes and disputes still occur to this day, but both sides have attempted to tend to their own business.
  
  
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  7. Orcs: The most populated race of the Melveir and the south, Orcs are a brute fighting force. They lack magical and ranged abilities compared to other races, but make up for it with their brutal strength and natural beast-taming skills. With their large numbers, Orcs can be a relentless force, fighting in mass waves with little strategy behind their methods of battle.
  
  The origins of the Orcs are unknown, the first tribes migrated from foreign lands to the southern deserts and wastelands of Melveir many centuries ago. As time went on the tribes grew and separated, resulting in hundreds of different tribes, making the need for resources dire for all in the south and leading to constant warring against one another. The stronger tribes near the edge of the wastelands and deserts raid northward, attacking human, Elven, and Fae nations.
  
  
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  8. Xin: Skilled users in fire-based magic and talented masters of the blades and bows, the Xin are a talented force on the field, even though they are a peaceful race. Most if not all Xin are highly skilled warriors in multiple arts of combat ranging from melee all the way to ranged weaponry. Because of their natural ability to conjure flames from the palms of their hands or anywhere on their bodies, they tend to enhance their combat and weapons with their own flames They lack the understanding of more modern technology and weapons, becoming a great weakness to them against the more tech advanced races. Another natural weakness will be ice magics or elements, taking as much caution as they can to avoid such things.
  
  It is unclear as to how long the Xin have existed due to their secluded nature. Though it is rare, from time to time the Xin do interact with other races, it is to perform trading such as medicine that they may be unable to produce on their own or food that they may not be able to grow in their territory. Because of their seclusion from other races, it is rare to find Xin fighting an individual from any other race unless it is out of self-defense. They tend to distrust the other races, believing they are too self-destructive or dangerous to rely on as allies.
  
  
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  9. Undead: The Undead realms to the east are a mysterious and deadly foe, some would even say they are a plague to Melveir. Masters in the dark arts and armies of unknown thousands of cursed monsters, the Undead Litches and Vampire counts have brought decay and ruin wherever they have walked. Through unknown means the Undead forces have threatened all races, popping up in the west and north to infect the mortal races with their corruption while continuing to pick away at the Elven and Fae defenses.
  
  Through eternal life gained through dark means, Undead Litches strive for more power, to become themselves a god, or to serve their dark lords as faithful pawns. Unlike Litches however, the Vampire Counts seek to mold the world in their image and succeed in their own goals. Even though these two dark forces have different ends or goals, they tend to work closely together since their wants and needs tend to align with one another.
  
  

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Name: James Marshal

Age: 20

Race: Human (Giant-Descended)

Gender: Male

Height: 6' 11

Weight: 270 lbs

Backstory: Born in the new nation of Eswen, he grew up surrounded by Eswen's new promise. From his early childhood, he watched as the small farming village he was in became a town, as Elves and Dwarves and more settled the land, and in his young adulthood he watched that town become a small city. Change was the defining trait of his life, as his family turned from tilling the land to running a tavern in the heart of the new city, being borne up to higher status on the winds of change. But they didn't rise that far, and still, James found it in him to join Eswen's armies to try and find a better livelihood than the small tavern that awaited him.

Magical Abilities: NONE

Weapons and armor: Padded leather armor, Iron-helmet with leather covering, a pair of swords; one longer, one shorter.

Inventory: Rucksack. A token inscribed in the Giant tongue. Notebook. Writing charcoal pack.

Talents: (What are your character's strongest traits? Are they strong warriors? Magically blessed mages? Expert hunters with keen senses? A genius inventor? There must be at least three or four traits.)

Prodigy of the Blade: James is strikingly talented at swordsmanship. Even an elf must admit that he is remarkably adept for how little time he's spend honing his skills. He is most able in the cut and thrust of chaotic melees, but he is also fairly skilled in dueling as well.

Swift of Foot and Hand: James moves fast, his reflexes like greased snakes, his feet taking him across the ground with the wind. Which is quite useful on the battlefield.

Blood of Giants: James is much larger and stronger than your average man, a product of the Giant blood in his veins.

Charmer: He possesses a silver tongue, capable of speaking with surprising eloquence.


Weaknesses: (What are your character's flaws? Are they cowardly? Are they short tempered? Devious in nature? Possibly a drunk carrying heavy baggage? There must be at least three or four flaws.)
Tunnel Vision: In the heat of battle, James is prone to shutting out the broader tactical and strategic considered, and zero in on the business of butchering men wit his blades. A great commander he is now.

Unemotive: James is not quite a cruel or sociopathic man, but he certainly expresses the sting of loss less keenly than is perhaps healthy- he tends to come off as cold and unfeeling to others.

Daring: James is a bit too courageous for his own good.


Hobbies: In his off time, he plays the flute and indulges in bird-watching. He has a notebook with drawings of birds from his civilian life.

Extra: N/A

 

[Pat]

Name: Hadrin.

Appearance: White hair, pink eyes, dark skin. His ears are curiously long, narrow, and horizontal, as if spear heads.

Age: 19.

Race: Dark elf.

Gender: Male.

Height: 5'0".

Weight: 132 lbs.

Backstory: His mother died giving birth to him, or so his father Caltel would have him believe. Raised outside Lilymor in the largest forest of Eswen in isolation even from other dark elves, he was little more than the forester's son, poaching local game alongside him and a few others in his corruption.

In his ranging as far as the Cove of Maydon he encountered a witch he apprenticed to when she discovered him observing one of her rituals, showing him how to unlock his gifts in return for strange tributes of plants, entrails, and bone.

It was this that led him to Lilymor. On occasion he would venture into the town with his father to run errands with him or sell meat and hides to the wealthy, but never before did he explore it alone. He quickly learned why.

Lilymor was a playground for people like him. Running circles around the watch could only last so long though. Unable to evade the guards forever, he joined the royal army, leaving nothing worth keeping behind.

Magical Abilities: Dabbles in dark magic parlor tricks.

Weapons and armor: Iron helmet, leather padded armor, crossbow, sap, shortsword.

Inventory: Rucksack, bedroll, yogurt, flour, lockpick, file, Lethina statuette, quiver of 20 bolts, seax, hand axe, whetstone, wineskin, cloak, pan, five snares, two dead rabbits.

Talents: Most feared pickpocket of Lilymor, a burglar rarely seen, trickster of the streets, a hunter that can live off the land alone, has a natural affinity for magic from indecipherable white tattoos that fade away and cut across his skin with the waxing and waning of his powers.

Weaknesses: Kleptomania, gambling addict, loathes resisting a pretty face, overindulges drink, suspicious of charity.

Hobbies: Hadrin loves food, 'foraging', lawfully or not, at every chance to cook. Also a tanner and fletcher.

 

[Abstracty]

Name: Targzel Pikehorn

Appearance:


Age: 22 years

Race: Beastmen, Ramfolk with some Mandrill blood

Gender: Male

Height: 178cm // 5'10''

Weight: 86kg // 189lbs

Backstory: Growing up in a small, nomadic beastmen tribe taught Targzel to live off the land early on. His people have been traveling along a network of rivers for untold generations, catching fish and herding mouflons. But with the rivers being polluted by Dwarven machines, the tribe was forced into conflict with neighboring beastmen and the offending dwarves. It was a pointless struggle and slowly but surely they found themselves pushed from their streams, forced to seek refuge elsewhere and eventually settling in Northern Eswen.

Targzel was starting to earn his horns during this time, showing great skill as a fishermen. He often traveled around the land for several days with a small group of companions, scouting fishing and partying. Whilst he didnt care much for politics or the borders of any realms, he realized that trading with human and elven settlers was a necessity and whilst he instinctively hated the houses and towns they build, he learned enough to understand that they would have to fight for this new home to retain their freedom.

The tribe still prefers to stay for themselves and distance themselves from other Eswerians - they dont even consider themselves part of a nation - but their nomadic routes have become shorter and they tend to catch fish at the same spot more often. Some even started to harvest grains and keep their herds on the same pastures, causing Targzel to dread what might become of their traditions. Still, the relatively new nation is their best chance at survival, so the tribesfolk will answer the call when the military needs them and send warriors as levies. Targzel volunteers for this, as he feels a strong sense of duty towards his people.

Magical Abilities: None

Weapons and armor: Warpaint and bone trophies; round shield (wood covered with hide); Javelins; Axe

Inventory: Rucksack; flint and tinder; waterskin; whetstone; small knife; larger and smaller fishing net and trap; needle and string; bedroll; dried roots and berries; natural dyes

Talents: Athletic - Will run fast and tireless over large distances, seemingly never out of breath
Skirmisher - Skilled in hit-and-run tactics and throwing javelins
Fishermen - Skilled fishermen, can also trap foes with a precise net throw
Artist - Enjoys body arts, visual arts and crafts and has a talent for those

Weaknesses: Impatient - Rarely thinks twice about a plan, prefers action over planning
The old ways - The tribes are lacking behind in technology, this one is especially keen to keep old traditions over progress
Insomniac - Suffers from sleep deprivation in irregular intervals, will be agitated and unfocused

Hobbies: Drawing intricate patterns; tattooing fellow tribesfolk; carving bone and making talismans; consuming fermented fruit with his buddies; running through shallow water; song and dance at campfire

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

Name: Henri du Sardegna

Appearance: A clean and well kempt looking young man who walks around with an air of confidence and diligence. Not particularly good looking nor ugly, he could be described as normal looking with his short, slicked black hair, and average build and height.

Age: 24

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 150lbs

Backstory: Henri is descended from a merchant family who in particular benefited from the chaotic times during the civil war as they found markets in devastated places. No matter how grim the situation seemed, people needed to eat. Henri's family could be called many things, opportunists, war profiteers, cold capitalists, but they never took it upon themselves to directly hurt or kill anyone, that was the job of the mercenaries, soldiers and lords of the lands. However, in the midst of the civil war, the merchant family sought some form of stability and safety, and thus they leveraged their newfound wealth to purchase land and titles from the Kingdom of Altair, hoping to quietly pass the tempest of war in a distant, remote land that they could call their own as a new land owning gentry/minor nobility.

It was their misfortune to see the rise of King Rupert whose new reign saw many of the old nobility of Altair stripped of their lands and possessions and the du Sardegna family was no exception. Their wealth and lands were taken to help fund the rebuilding of the Kingdom. The family lost much in the reign of King Rupert, but most notable was the requirement of former Altair nobility to send their first sons to serve the military as a form of insurance and political hostage taking. Therefore, to keep what little the du Sardegna family had, Henri was sent to join the Eswen military.

Magical Abilities: While Henri was said to have potential in magic since he was a youth, his family could never afford to send Henri to be tutored in magic, especially since they knew that he would likely have to be sent to the military and likely die in some god forsaken battlefield. Thus, he was mostly trained in the martial skills to fulfill his duty.

Weapons and armor: Leather padded armor and iron helmet along with a rucksack, a wooden shield with his family's coat of arms, a spear, an arming sword, and a rondel dagger.

Inventory: A tinderbox, a hatchet, a signet ring, a tarp, rope , a bedroll, a journal, some rations, and a small pouch of coins

Talents:

Knightly Training: While the du Sardegna family has little land to speak of, they are still a "noble" family and were expected to provide homage to the new King. Thus, much of the limited, but available coins that they had was spent on getting Henri knightly training to serve as one of the King's sworn men.

The Art of the Deal: With the impoverishment of the family, they had to turn back to their roots as a merchant family. While it was degrading for nobles to partake in such activities, Henri was trained in the art of trade and negotiations to help the family maintain its remaining lands and titles.

Social Chameleon: Combining his experiences in the world of nobility and the world of merchants, Henri has learned to be a social chameleon and get along with many people of all types of working class and high society of many different backgrounds.

Weaknesses:

Greedy: Due to his upbringing, Henri has grown to become a largely self-serving person who focuses primarily on him and his family's fortune first before anyone else.

Vengeful: While not a malicious person, Henri, when wronged, will not take an eye for an eye. If he bleeds, then the offender must bleed more.

Hobbies: Chatting with other soldiers and officers about recent events. Writing in his journal.

 

[606]

• intro
• Tilin || Fae
• dwarf

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  Oh have you seen the fairies dance Upon a summer's night? And watched the gnomes and pixies prance Whene'er the moon is bright?

  Tilin

  fae support

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  • 001
    basics

    attack

    defense

    mobility

    stamina

    magic

    name

    Tilin of the Tilia (Linden) Tree

    gender

    Nonbinary (they/them)

    nickname

    Til, Lin, Linnie, Tillie, Linden, Tilia, Tia, Lia

    age

    sixty (60)

    role

    Magical Support

    Race

    Fae

    appearance

    height

    3'10" (116.84cm)

    weight

    very light basically

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    personality

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  • 002
    background

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  • 003
    supernatural powers

    Ability One

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    Ability Two

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    weapons

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[SourK]

Name: John Smith

Appearance: see image

Age: 32

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 5ft 10

Weight: 190lbs

Backstory: John's father was a smith of exceptional skill that travelled from town to town in the north training his art and studying with the dwarves. When John was around 5 a fever struck both him and his father. His father did not survive and John was taken in by Kroland Rocksinger, a dwarven smith based in Kugarum.

John was raised by Kroland despite many protests from the Rocksinger family, Kroland had given his word to John's father on his deathbed that he would raise John as his own and his honour would not allow him to break the oath. John was raised as a dwarven smith and life was difficult being an 'other' in the family but his affinity for finding rare ore in the mines and skill in the forge helped lessen the general disdain directed towards him in his later years.

At the age of 18 he set out from Kugarum and became a journeyman smith. As he was an adult Krolands oath had been fulfilled and he was under immense pressure from his family to expel John. John agreed to leave and thanked Kroland. Kroland gave John a necklace with a grain of adamantite ore, a rare and some say magical material. Eventually John found his way to Eswen. John worked where he could, travelling around villages in the area and soon found himself helping in the castle forges. John soon grew frustrated with simply making weapons and armour to be handed out to brave soldiers that risked their lives and so decided to sign up and place his own life on the line. He hoped that with some luck and determination he could rise through the ranks and perhaps one day gain enough notice to open his own armoury and build war machines of his own.


Magical Abilities: Earth magic:
1. Ore sense: when concentrating John can sense metal ore in earth or rock a short distance away or sense impurities in metal when touched.
2. Minor hardening/softening - John can spend an hour infusing metal or earthern/ stone structures to make them more durable or weaker. Effects are minor and only in small area from point of contact. The infusion has to be re-applied periodically or it wears off.

Weapons and armour: Leather padded armour and iron helmet along with a rucksack. Warhammer, handcrafted pistol.

Inventory: Rucksack, smithing tools, smiths apron and goggles. grain of adamantine ore in a necklace.

Talents:
(1) Long days at the forge: John has incredible stamina and can swing his hammer tirelessly hour after hour whilst keeping a level and focused mind.
(2) Iron hands: John's skin is calloused and used to working with raging fires and high temperatures of the forge. He can handle incredibly hot objects with little sign of pain and is more resistant to heat and fire.
(3) Raised by Dwarves: John has learned many of the dwarven smithing secrets and is capable of forging dwarven war machines and firearms if given the resources and time. He also knows the secret of making dwarven black powder but guards this carefully.He is also highly skilled in smithing.
(4) Affinity to earth magic: John has had a strong affinity to earth magic but has had little opportunity or need to pursue it outside of very minor abilities that helped with his forging.

Weaknesses:
(1) Honour bound: John has an ironclad sense of honour and will not back down from any direct challenge or break his word once given.
(2) Defender of the weak: John will not abide smallfolk being lied to or mistreated and will fight to defend them and their rights.
(3) Straight talker: John does not use fancy words or talk around the truth. He is honest and direct even when a situation can more easily be solved with honeyed words.

Hobbies: designing or tinkering with weapons and armour, making or solving dwarven puzzles.

 

[Ayan]

"I like your outfit! Checkmate."

Malidy Sharpclaw

Female | 25| 5'7"| 127 lbs

Race: Beastmen| Hair Colour: Black and Red| Eye Colour: Amber

Equipment: Leather Padded Armor| An Iron Helmet She Doesn't Use| Steel Gauntlets| "The Claw Shot"| Mace

Rucksack: Flint| Hammock| Pen and Journal| Several maps| A small whetstone

History

It's hardly a surprise Malidy joined the army, even with her rebellious streak her entire life was practically leading up to it. A first generation Eswen immigrant, her family wasn't exactly assimilated yet, though she is much moreso accustomed to the mixture of races and cultures than her parents. Her parents had traveled to Eswen only recently before having her, with her father Etrian Sharpclaw having previously been a warmaster for their tribe, her mother Malina a fierce hunter. They both took similar roles after their journey, Malina remaining a hunter while her father became a drill master and trainer for the Eswen Army. From even a young age she took after both parents, being groomed into a fine warrior and an even better hunter, but by the time she was a teenager, she began pursuits neither of her parents quite approved of.

She should have despised dwarves, both her parents did, they had both killed several and had friends killed by them. Perhaps it was because of that, and a desire to turn away from her parents, that she took an interest in dwarvern culture and engineering. Perhaps it was instead simply her xenophilia, or maybe that too was due to a rebellious note in her soul. She made quick friends with elves, dwarves, humans, and fae alike, and anyone else she encountered. She genuinely enjoyed learning about them and their culture. She in many ways embodies the Eswen promise and goal, though she follows no true ideology besides her own. When she was 16 she willingly entered the military, where she's served as a scout for almost a decade. The one thing she truly can't stand about Eswen though, is its church, a center for bigotry and xenophobia she can't help but notices goes against nearly everything the nation stands for.

Talents

Sharpclaw: From a young age she's treated her retractable claws with a closely guarded family secret, an alchemical concoction, strengthening them to the point of high grade steel, and elongating them. She has trained to use them to deadly effect in battle, and is quite skilled at martial arts even without them.

Exceptional Athlete: Both from natural ability and somewhat harsh training she has excellent stamina and agility, and is especially good at jumping and climbing.

Keen Senses: She has the senses of a cat, plus colored vision, she is partly by extension, also an excellent hunter and tracker

Tinkerer: She has aptitude for invention and technology rarely seen outside of dwarves. While not knowing how to produce black powder (guns hurt her ears anyway), she is an excellent woodworker and craftsman, though she is in no way a blacksmith.

Tactical Mind: Due to her father's mentoring and her own talent, she has an impressive mind for tactics and strategic thinking, and more than capable of keeping her cool in stressful situations, she is an excellent chess player, as well as a few other strategic games.

Weaknesses

Keen Senses: Both a blessing and a curse, her keen senses leave her more vulnerable to sensory overload and she doesn't deal well with bright lights or loud noises.

Rebel: Malidy has an ever present rebellious streak, and rarely trusts authority, being more than willing to disobey it as well.

Loudmouth: Malidy rarely keeps her mouth shut, outside of stealth at least. When she wants to say something, she does, often with little regard for potential consequences

Stubborn: When she has her mind set on something, she rarely changes it.

Hobbies

Malidy enjoys woodworking, walking through nature, camping, cooking to a small degree, wargames including chess, reading or otherwise learning about various cultures, semi serious flirting with people.

The Claw Shot

Malidy's weapon of choice is a hand crafted self designed version of a crossbow, resembling a traditional if scaled down arbalest at first glance, but containing two separate bow strings stacked essentially on top of each other, several locks and some metal hinges, various alchemically treated sections of material, a strange and seemingly unwieldy crank mechanism and various other modifications, including a rudimentary scope.

The crossbow is partly collapsible, the middle section opening up, for sake of transport and clearing jams as well as loading magazines. These custom designed magazines contain 15 bolts, and when loaded, sticks vertically outside the design to the right of the center. A mechanism located near the trigger acts as a fairly simple lever which pushes the bolt forwards into the lower "chamber" and then proceeds to release the string, propelling the bolt, and also releasing a string that causes the mechanism to slide forwards, which then can be pulled back to reset the bowstring. Firing in this method makes aiming essentially impossible, and shoots with relatively little power behind it, but can empty the entire 15 bolt magazine in just 20 seconds. If however the string is not reset and another bolt is placed in the chamber, the chamber rises to meet the upper, notably longer string, where a trigger press will release it with power similar to a typical small arbalest, and at which point it must be reset with a crank on the side of the device which utilizes the leverage of a specialized curved steel device, or more accurately for Malidy, her claw, to spool back the string. Firing in this method allows proper aiming and accuracy, but the spooling process takes much longer, able to fire roughly once every 15 seconds.

Due to the intricate nature of the device and its many complex moving parts, it jams somewhat regularly and requires constant maintenance. While Malidy is happy to provide this, it does mean its design is wholly impractical for any widespread use.

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[animegirl20]

Name:
Honeybell

Age:
40

Race:
Fae

Gender:
Female

Fae Height:
4.7in

Human Height:
5'6"

Weight:
No idea she's a tiny fairy. Though in her human form she's around 125.

Backstory:
Honeybell lived a pretty typical fairy life she never had any thoughts on leaving the forest what else might be in the world until she met a human girl traveler. Her name was Samantha though Honeybell just called her Sam. Sam had interest in the other races and their cultures. But the one thing she found the most fascinating were religions. She was convinced that everything was connected that maybe just that every religion had truth to it. Honeybell learned a lot from her and they became fast friends. When Sam decided it was time for her to keep moving she asked Honeybell if she wanted to join her on her travels. Honeybell agreed to go with her.

Honeybell had been excited about their adventure but unfortunately it would come to a end way to quickly. While camping one night they were ambushed by bandits and left for dead. Honeybell and Sam had been found by two Xin siblings unfortunately though it was to late Sam she had died. Not having anywhere to go Honeybell ended up traveling with twins and along the way ended up becoming close to the two. When they reached Eswen Honeybell had the choice to go her own way now but because had become attached to the twins she decided to stay with them and ended up joining army along with them. She is magical support and a messenger. She can also be helpful in the entertainment department for moral.

Magical Abilities:
She can create, generate, shape and manipulate Fairy dust. She's also suppose to be able to cast spells but she is still young and learning just what her powers are capable of. But for now she can be helpful as magical support.
Can Transform into a human, though she can still use her magic she can not fly.

Weapons and armor/Inventory:
She has light armor and a dagger she carries with her.

Spoiler: what her armor looks like

Talents:
Magic, Singing, Fast Flyer and has good stamina which makes her perfect for delivering things or important messages.

Weaknesses:
She can be quite the curious fairy which tends to get her into trouble. Her somewhat devious nature can be troublesome. She is also very afraid of spiders and thunder and lighting. She'll probably be mostly likely hiding somewhere if there is a battle happening during a rain storm. Terrible cook don't let her near the kitchen.

Hobbies:
Depends what mood she's in. When in the forest she use to do a lot of exploring.

Extra: Her Human form.

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[Nothingness]

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  Feng Honglong 凤鸿龙

  ★★★★★

  Male / Xin / 32

  Xin Knight / Eswen Soldier

  6'2'' / 187lbs

  Overview

  
  Hair Color: White
  Eye Color: Gray ordinarily. Yellowish gold when angered.
  Inventory: Collapsible Hammock, small knife, foldable fishing rod, a small pendant that holds a tiny burning fire that originates directly from the Eternal Flame which also has a string around it to wear as a necklace.
  Talents:
  Chef: Ever since he and his sister left the Xin's hometown, they were forced to fend for themselves on their journey. Because of this and their difficulty trusting strangers, they were forced to take care of one another. Feng ended up learning how to make do with anything he hunted and could gather with the help of his sister to cook meals that would fill both their stomachs. With failure after failure and success time again, he would eventually become an expert chef to be able to cook nearly any delicious dish with limited resources.
  
  Xin training: Being known amongst his people as one of the greatest warriors of the Xin, Feng is highly skilled in the art of combat when it comes to close combat as well as ranged combat when using his flames. His skills have been shown time and time again to his people after defeating even the General of his people's own military.
  Hobbies: Performing fire dances with his sister for civilians' entertainment, reading, meditating, sleeping, training, woodwork
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  • He wears the Eswen military logo on the shoulder pads and on the chest plate of his leather armor.
  • Even though Feng is part of the Eswen military, he has little trust for the church or its religion, simply because he still follows the religion of his people and the history humans have with trusting one another still has him suspicious.

  
  

  Background

  Being raised with a mother who was a scholar and a father who was the current General of the Xin military at the time, Feng was forced to study day in and day out with his mother by getting homeschooled while on the few days that he did have off, he was being treated physically by his father to become the greatest warrior of their people. The first few years that this had started were unforgivably difficult for the young Feng, however, as the years passed, he began to grow used to his training and studies to the point that any task he was given came to him as though it were second nature.
  Eventually, when his sister Yun was born, rather than have her given the same treatment as Feng did, she was treated with much difficulty, and rather than have a strict life, she was treated almost as though she were a princess. While she was also homeschooled just like how her older brother was, she was taught to take things slowly and one at a time rather than to rush through everything and to be as quick and agile as he possibly could be.
  At first, growing up knowing his sister had the seemingly better life, Feng grew to somewhat hate his younger sibling. Finding that it was unfair how they shared the same parents but yet it almost seemed like their parents favored her over him every day.
  
  It wasn't until the day when the entirety of the family had gone out to the beach did Feng's feelings towards his sister finally change. When he had the chance to possibly drown his sister in the ocean water, it was here where his sister had shown him what she had found in the sand and admitted that she wanted to give him the pretty shell she had found because she found him to be the 'greatest' brother ever and that she knew that he worked hard to protect her and their family. After realizing how his sister felt, from that day forth, Feng began to come to a decision that no matter what it meant, he would protect his little sister from any and all harm forever.
  
  Years passed and eventually, the news about Civil Wars spreading throughout the land reached the ears of the Xin. The elders of the Xin had informed their people that for the time being, there would be no Xin that was allowed to leave the safety of their hometown, and only once the conflict outside their walls had calmed that any contact with outside folk would be allowed. While this did not affect Feng or his sister in any way, it did get both of them curious to the point that they would question their family consistently only to receive answers about how it was the job of the adults to worry about such things and that they were too young to understand at the time.
  
  Even more time had passed and finally, once the fighting had finally come to an end, a representative from the new kingdom of Eswen had arrived, offering out a hand to the Xin people to join the Eswen only for the offer to be declined. Even though the offer remained open to the Xin, none of the elders wished to join this new kingdom considering the humans fought one another and showed little trust in one another, causing the Xin to have difficulty even trusting them. However, even while the elders and other Xin had difficulty trusting, Feng found that it might've been too harsh to judge the humans so quickly for actions of what some acted like. When trying to address this with the elders and even his family, Feng was slapped and told never to disrespect his elders or his people with such words ever again and that he was still nothing but an ignorant child who knew nothing of the world.
  
  Being told this, Feng marched off, his sister being the only person to follow after him and admitting that she felt the same as he did. In the end, it was her idea to leave the Xin hometown and head to the human kingdom of Eswen. She knew as well as Feng that if they were to leave their home, they would be deemed exiles for the rest of their lives, but the hope was that if they could show that the Xin could trust the humans, then possibly the rest of their people would eventually follow along.
  
  The journey was long and hard, but soon enough when the duo had reached Eswen, they were welcomed in with open arms. Since Feng at the time had combat experience, he offered to join their military and fight for the kingdom. Luckily, with him proving his skill, he was accepted into the ranks of their knights. All the while, not wanting to be left alone and away from her older brother, Yun also signed up, but because she did not possess the same amount of combat experience, she was given the role to be a medic and even more, a medic in her brother's unit.

  Combat Arsenal

  Abilities:
  Flame Control: Just like every other Xin, Feng is capable of conjuring flames out of thin air through the use of his life force flame that each Xin has running through their veins. Just like every Xin, Feng is able to manipulate the flames to bend to his will, whether it means to create weapons/armor or other objects. With his proficiency and years of training, Feng is able to also control the intensity of the heat of his flames.
  
  Flame Control (Cerberus): Something that makes Feng and his sister, Yun different from the other Xin is that on top of being able to conjure flames just like any other Xin, they seemingly have a 'contract' of sorts with a strange creature that many mages would consider being a 'familiar'. While only one of the two siblings can summon the beast at a time, when summoning the creature, only parts of the beast can be summoned at a time; whether it be one or multiple of its heads, a paw, or a tail. No matter how powerful either one of the siblings are, neither one of them can summon the full beast by themselves.
  
  Weapons/Armor:
  Phoenix's Bane: A katana that was forged in the hometown of the Xin. Forged from the flames of the Eternal Flame, the weapon was handed to Feng long before he had left his hometown. The sword can be used by anyone, however, when in the hands of a Xin, their life force flame is circulated between the blade and their body to allow them to conjure flames with the use of the weapon itself, allowing them to use it as a ranged weapon as well as melee.
  
  Xin 'Armor': Since the Xin pride themselves in the use of their ability to conjure flames and bend them to their will to turn them into both weapons and armor if needed, they tend to prefer not to wear any form of overly heavy armor that might restrict their movements. Because of this, even their most seasoned warriors tend to wear the most leather armor straps that cover from their elbows up to their shoulders, leather hip guards, and thick top leather guards that protect their upper bodies. This allows them to protect most of the most vital parts of their bodies while not restricting their movements to be able to create their flames.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Water/Cold: Just like all Xin, Feng is unable to handle going into low-temperature waters for extended periods of time nor can he withstand cold temperatures for very long. While it does not mean that he will die in either of these conditions, he is much more susceptible to frostbite than others. On top of this, he is unable to use his flames if the temperature gets too low or if he is completely submerged underwater.
  
  Life force flames: A negative trait that all Xin suffer through is the fact that to use their power of fire, each Xin must use their Life force flames. While when using to do simple tasks such as lighting a campfire or a stove takes little to none of their energy to do so, when creating a child or conjuring a weapon/armor, it takes time and focus to be able to create enough of the flames. If a Xin is not careful, it is possible for them to overexert too much of their Life force flames and eventually cause them to pass out or even possibly die if they push themselves too far.
  
  Overprotective Older Brother: Since Feng has always been around his younger sister Yun since they were born, Feng has always looked out for his little sister and made sure to protect her from nearly everything. Even when the situation seems harmless, Feng might end up viewing it as dangerous and overreact if even the slightest intention of harm could come to his sister at any point.
  
  Exiles: Being one of the few Xins that actually left their hometown, Feng is considered an exile to his own people. Because of this, he is technically no longer allowed back to his hometown and it is stated that if any Xin warriors that travel the land see him or Feng's sister, they are meant to be killed on sight.
  

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  Yun Honglong 云鸿龙.

  ★★★★

  Female / Xin / 27

  Xin Priestess / Eswen Medic

  5'4'' / 103lbs

  Overview

  
  Hair Color: Black
  Eye Color: Dark brown ordinarily. Yellowish gold when using her abilities.
  Inventory: Bedroll, metal pan, sewing kit, religious charms for ceremonies, a small pendant that holds a tiny burning fire that originates directly from the Eternal Flame which also has a string around it to wear as a necklace.
  Talents:
  Chef: Even though her brother is an excellent cook with nearly any random ingredient he can get his hands on, it does not mean that his dishes will look appetizing in any way. The food might taste good but the presentation also matters as well, this is where Yun steps in. While not as skillful as her brother, Yun has watched her brother cook multiple times over during their time journeying together and it was only a matter of time that there would be a day that Feng would be unable to cook due to getting sick sooner or later. During these times, Yun had to prepare food for both herself and her brother and while the food might not taste as delicious as how her brother might make it, it is still edible and looks better than it tastes.
  
  Priestess/Dancer: Rather than joining the Xin military like her brother did. Yun had ended up joining the temple where she became one of the many Xin priestesses. As a priestess, she has given the blessing of the phoenix to many Xin who seek salvation when they feel like they have nowhere else to go for whatever they might be going through in their current lives. It is believed that all priestesses have the will of the phoenix within them and that the legendary phoenix can speak through them. On top of this, all priestesses are taught how to mend wounds whether it is through the use of their power or learning how to bandage physical wounds through even the simplest of tools.
  Hobbies: Preforming fire dances with her brother for civilians entertainment, praying, painting, stargazing, sewing.
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  • With the robe/dress that Yun wears, she has the symbol of the Eswen military sewn on the back of her top.
  • The 'cracks' on Yun's skin run along most of her upper body. The way they appear on her is from her hips up her body and around her chest area and finally even reaching towards her neck. At first glance, the cracks seem to appear like shattered glass.

  
  

  Background

  By the time Yun had been brought into the world, Feng had already been around five years old and had been used to everything he had been put through. As far as Yun could remember, she was treated like a princess by their mother and father and when she was spending time with only one parent, it did not take long for her to end up coming to a realization that the other parent around that time was putting her older brother through practical hell through physical or mental training. What she hadn't known was that as time went on, her own brother had started to develop a deep jealousy over her while Yun on the other hand had respected her older brother and loved him with every bit of her heart.
  
  It wasn't until the family had taken a trip together to a beach did Yun finally have the chance to show and tell her brother how she felt about him as well as it being where she told him that she would be joining the temple and becoming a priestess within a year or so. Even when their parents had attempted to dissuade her from such a decision, her brother supported her and that was enough for Yun to continue forward with her choice.
  
  Once joining the temple, Yun was expected to take a year or two away from her family to learn all about the different arts about becoming a priestess. This meant learning all about their faith in the grand phoenix as well as about how to use the staff of the priestesses to heal and do ceremonies. It was almost a surprise to many of the other priestesses but Yun quickly excelled at every lesson, almost as though she were prepared for every assignment she was given.
  
  When the civil wars had raged on in the lands far from the Xin's home only for it eventually end, when human representatives came to their hometown, while Yun attempted to welcome these strangers, her fellow Xin and even the other priestesses had told her to stay far away from these untrustworthy creatures. Even though Yun had listened, by the time she had seen how her brother had reacted towards possibly trusting these creatures, Yun had come to a decision that as much as she had held her faith to the temple and other priestesses, she trusted her older brother far beyond anyone else. Convincing him to come with her and leave their hometown, the duo journeyed to the kingdom of Eswen. From there, when her brother had decided to sign up to become a knight of the military, rather than stand back and watch, Yun followed along and joined with her brother, not as a knight but as a medic after proving to the military her skills in healing, medicine and wound treating.
  

  Combat Arsenal

  Abilities:
  Flame Control: Just like every other Xin, Yun is capable of conjuring flames out of thin air through the use of her life force flame that each Xin has running through their veins. Just like every Xin, Yun is able to manipulate the flames to bend to her will, whether it means creating weapons/armor or other objects. Unlike her brother who excels in both the defensive and offensive capabilities of manipulating flames, Yun specializes more in support with her flames such as properly increasing and decreasing the heat of her flames for the use of warmth or cauterizing a wound. Even so, she is still able to create tools from her flames even if it might not be anything large or overly dangerous.
  
  Flame Control (Cerberus): Something that makes Feng and his sister, Yun different from the other Xin is that on top of being able to conjure flames just like any other Xin, they seemingly have a 'contract' of sorts with a strange creature that many mages would consider being a 'familiar'. While only one of the two siblings can summon the beast at a time, when summoning the creature, only parts of the beast can be summoned at a time; whether it be one or multiple of its heads, a paw, or a tail. No matter how powerful either one of the siblings are, neither one of them can summon the full beast by themselves.
  
  Weapons/Armor:
  Phoenix's Embrace: A staff that most Xin priestesses wield. The staff is normally not meant to be ever used as a weapon but rather a way for a Xin priestess to channel their flames when preforming religious ceremonies. While any Xin is capable of controlling flames, only priestesses who undergo training can wield these staffs correctly. When in the hands of a Xin priestess, they are able to focus their flames to a fine point at the tip of the staff to form precise symbols using their flames.
  
  Xin 'Robe/Dress': The usual attire that most Xin priestesses wear, it is said that once a Xin has committed to becoming a priestess, they must only wear this outfit. Unlike how the nuns of the human religions are dressed from head to toe in a robe that covers practically the entirety of their body, a Xin priestess wears a large flowery black and crimson flowery dress that covers from their hips down their legs while they wear a top that covers their upper body that is designed to look like feathers to replicate the idea that they are made from the feathers of the legendary phoenix. They also wear numerous amounts of other accessories on their arms that are meant to go with their entire attire. {Ref..is the picture.}
  
  Weaknesses:
  Water/Cold: Just like all Xin, Yun is unable to handle going into low temperature waters for extended periods of time nor can she withstand cold temperatures for very long. While it does not mean that she will die in either of these conditions, she is much more susceptible to frostbite than others. On top of this, she is unable to use her flames if the temperature gets too low or if she is completely submerged underwater.
  
  Life force flames: A negative trait that all Xin suffer through is the fact that to use their power of fire, each Xin must use their Life force flames. While when using to do simple tasks such as lighting a campfire or a stove takes little to none of their energy to do so, when creating a child or conjuring a weapon/armor, it takes time and focus to be able to create enough of the flames. If a Xin is not careful, it is possible for them to overexert too much of their Life force flames and eventually cause them to pass out or even possibly die if they push themselves too far.
  
  Gullible Little Sister: Yun was not raised with the same amount of responsibilities compared to her brother and instead was raised with parents who seemed to spoil her rotten followed by a brother that loved and protected her so dearly. She hasn't had much reason to ever believe that there would be a need to not trust someone other than word by mouth by her brother or those older than her in general. Because of this, she can easily be fooled to follow someone who has horrible intentions or committing acts that she might not realize are crimes.
  
  Exiles: Being one of the few Xins that actually left their hometown, Yun is considered an exile to his own people. Because of this, she is technically no longer allowed back to her hometown and it is stated that if any Xin warriors that travel the land see her or her older brother, they are meant to be killed on sight.
  

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[Guppy Franz]

Pierce Shilbrouk ​

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Age:
28

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Height:
6ft

Weight:
198lbs

Backstory: ​

Raised in a small logging village called Jule, Pierce was raised by his aunt and uncle after his birthplace was raided and razed to the ground by raiding Orc parties, his family was unable to survive before the closest Eswen army was able to drive back the attackers. Due to his young age, Pierce remembers very little about that day, only able to recall roaring flames with the silhouettes of horrible creatures storming through the streets, terrible screams, and the thick scent of copper in the air. The clearest memory he has is when he was atop a knight's horse, bundled in warm fabric and held closely as the faceless knight rode along the quiet dirt road in the night to a distant village.

It had taken three years for Pierce to utter a single word to his new guardians or anyone in Jule, but at the age of 7, he would slowly begin to emerge from his shell. His life was quiet and simple. As a child he helped around the home doing chores or running errands in town, attended mass with the rest of the village at the small church in Jule, and found comfort in the Divines teachings. As he grew in age and size Pierce would join his uncle as a logger, venturing to the nearby woods and working away chopping down trees and hauling them onto carts to return to the village. It wasn’t the grandest of life, but it was a life he found happiness in, surrounded by friends and family. However, the nightmares from that night still haunted him, a fire slowly building up within him over the years that would soon become his drive in life.

At the age of seventeen news of raiding tribes to the south and Dark Elve sightings to the east would spread to their corner of Eswen, telling of villages being sacked, informing of the army's movements, and what those in power intended to do. It wasn’t the first-time news like this had come their way, the conflicts that plague the world were common knowledge even amongst the less informed, but on this day, Pierce couldn’t stomach it anymore. He loved his life, but the thought of enjoying this life while others had it stripped from them or suffered made him sick and angry. With this growing feeling of shame and anger, Pierce would leave his home and make his way to the nearest town that had a stationed force willing to accept young souls like him.

In no time Pierce would be enlisted into the army of General Carter, a new and upcoming general of Eswen that had the love of both the common people and nobles. It had truly felt like a dream for Pierce, to be allowed to fight under such a strong general that was fair to all races and social classes. During his time training and learning how to fight, Pierce would meet all types of faces, mainly new races. In Jule, it had only been made of Humans and Dwarves, but in his basic training, he would meet all of the races that had integrated into Eswen. It was an interesting and fun door to open, coming to call many of different races brothers and sisters.

When Pierce had left the basic training, he was enlisted into the unit under First Lieutenant Irons as a simple light footman, patrolling the borders and engaging in skirmishes with any invaders. It would go on this way for years, bloody skirmishes, long days of patrolling the edges of Eswen, and the constant marching from region to region. At the age of twenty-three, with a decent amount of experience under his belt, their unit would receive word from General Carters, recalling all forces to return to the main army and prepare to march to the West and prepare for battle. The news had boggled many of the soldiers among the ranks, fighting the West on a rare occasion in recent years. Soon it would be revealed that a neighboring human Kingdom, Dullhorn, had marched their forces across the borders and raised several small villages in their path.

The battle against the armies of Dullhorn was a gruesome battle and Pierce's first official great battle. The first memory that comes to him to this day is mud and blood, the hectic and brutal fighting nearly taking his life. At the end of the battle Peirce stood with only a handful of his remaining comrades, surrounded by thousands of corpses either stacked atop one another or buried under the muddy earth, having been trampled deeper into the muck in the chaos of the fight. Too many lives had been lost under General Carter, even Lieutenant Irons had fallen in battle. The victory was theirs, but many saw this great cost as a defeat for the General and blamed poor strategy and preparation. Pierce and those who survived the battle under their general think otherwise, believing their General was the reason they survived the madness due to his shining leadership.

After this battle, General Carter would remain in command of his army but would be mocked and lost his good reputation within the military. Pierce would remain in his army, not rising from his rank, but serving loyally for the coming years. There would be times though when he would miss his home, his aunt and uncle, his friends, and even the hard laboring work cutting and hauling trees. But the fire in his chest to fight for his country still remained and burned on even stronger than before. This was where he was meant to be for now.

Magical Abilities:
None

Weapons and armor:
Leather padded armor, Iron helmet, iron knee guards, round wooden shield, iron arming sword.

Inventory:
Five ration bars, rope, knife, mirror, flask, Divine church bible and pendant, a few books, handheld pickaxe, a hammer, and a shovel.

Talents:
Seasoned fighter:
With many years of fighting and training under his belt, Pierce is a trained fighter that knows plenty of tips and tricks when it comes to combat.

Bold soul:
Pierce is a determined man, his bold nature making him face whatever trials or dangers come his way without taking a step back.

Physical endurance:
After many years of training his body to remain fit for service, Pierce is able to endure a great deal of strain on his body, be it fighting for long periods of time, running extended lengths, or even taking damage.

Weaknesses:

Faithful:
Having become a faithful follower of the Divine church, Pierce is loyal to his faith, relying on his past teachings and bible for times when he is in his darkest times. Most things that would seem heretical to his faith will sit unwell with him, but due to the diversity among the army, he holds his tongue.

Short tempered:
After years of being surrounded by conflict, Pierce's temper has become a bit of a short fuse. He does his best to take his frustration out on the battlefield against his enemies, but he has dragged his foul moods through the main camps on a few occasions.

Unquestioning soldier:
In Pierce's opinion, orders are orders, never to be disobeyed. To disobey orders is the greatest sin any soldier can commit.

Workhorse:
Even when off the field Pierce will work himself to the bone, finding whatever activities need doing and working until his bones grow close to numb.

Hobbies:
Enjoys reading from his bible or any form of literature, telling stories, exercising, singing, and star gazing.​

 

[Femboy]

Name: Tantra (Sharpclaw)

Appearance:


Age: Immortal? (Or however long an undead should be living for)

Race: Undead

Gender: Female

Height: 5'6

Weight: 111lbs

Backstory: Tantra's final living acts were travelling to the lands of the Elven and Fae on her own for inspiration and some new direction on where to take with her life and desires. She was passionate with both literature and art, and the lands of said races may have cultivated some fascinating and marvellous sights to give her new consideration and insight as well as a potential place for anyone who would understand and give a little tutelage on her own passion. In an attempt to make discovery of something fascinating to her, she stumbled off the safe road to where the lands between that and the Undead bordered. Curious about the juxtaposing lands neighbouring, she was caught by a most rather peculiar toxic gas in the air that wasn't intended for her to stumble across. The toxin was unbearable, and she was too far from any help or even having anyone around who would know. Caught up on bad undead-sourced gas in her system, she eventually passed out from the inability to breathe and the toxic fumes in her system.

The one who had ended up collecting the body was one of that who created such fumes, a living dead 'alchemist' of sorts. He was aged and experienced, and was experimenting with some concoctions that could be used in his sneaky business. He was on the border for easy access to foliage and life in the neighbouring region that made decent test subjects for experimentation, as well as good insight for real-use application for such dangerous things, albeit this was not information he shared to Tantra. Realising that such a body left lying around would be both indecent and cause problems, he took it not only to hide but to test potential ideas with.

Tantra wasn't informed on any of the details after she died, much less given a few lies to hold her over and get her to stop asking questions although it was likely assumable that the older undead man who had found her wasn't the one who gave her whatever sort of curse or plague had returned her to a living yet dead state. He was reluctant to give a name, only allowing her to refer to him as Doctor until she managed to eventually get from him a filler alternative name of Cadwell. Since she was lost in the confusion and shock of being brought back from the dead and in a place completely alien to her, Dr. Cadwell took the opportunity to forge a story for Tantra to give her an excuse to do things for him. He was a 'cunning genius' who had expressed his hand to give her a second chance at life, and he would teach her his knowledge and methods for her help as his protege and assistant. Saying yes was a likely answer, considering she wouldn't have anywhere else to go if she said no, but once she was threatened with the potential fact of eternal torment, suffering and being subject to experimentation as a living dead person she felt forced into saying yes.

Time would pass, with Tantra becoming less like who she was before she died as she picked up bits and pieces of Dr. Cadwell in her own personality and actions, studying and picking up on all his shifty and sneaky actions trying not to consider or think about the applications he needed them for. At some point, Tantra picked up his truly selfish cunningness and had an internal plan to use it against him: she knew how to escape and just go anywhere else if she just had enough time. And so, she waited, running little errands and tasks as she knew what he would teach her yet not allowed to stray too far or see any surroundings in case it gave her ideas that Dr. Cadwell didn't know she already had.

Her plan wasn't a very creative or memorable escape, but she was aware he still had to be somewhat close to the region's border. With enough time, his back would be turned and all the blind spots and opportunities would fall into place where she had thought out her exits with the tricks and techniques the person she was ditching had taught her. She even exploited his own weakness of not considering how far with her learning she was willing to go in order to use it against him, for she learned herself every countermeasure he has placed and every trapped escape route that was in place just in case. Although with the right timing and everything where it needed to be, she was gone.

Attempt to just simply 'go back to her old life' proved suddenly more difficult than she realised. Most people didn't take kindly to seeing her, and thus she just adopted the lifestyle of the country and skulking about to avoid people in an attempt to make it back to Eswen. The reason was simple: If she was to be treated like a weapon, then maybe she could be given a better outlook as one if she was to join something militarial that would enjoy using her potential. Clothes and rags to hide herself so she could feel more at ease and treated more normally was stripped from whatever she could get her hands on, although the bold blue glowing eyes usually caught the questioning of strangers who weren't used to the sight. At least with whatever support being part of a combat force gave her, it would give Tantra an actual place she felt comfortable as well as the time to work on her own passions she didn't get as much time to attend to under Dr. Cadwell's tutelage.

Magical Abilities: Before death, she had none. With being risen from the dead, she has a few tricks up her sleeve from manipulating the curse that brings her dead self alive. She has access to Death and Dark related magics, but being able to use them isn't one of her strong suits yet. She can shift her throwing knives to recall back to herself if she knows exactly where they are, and with a little more effort her kusarigama too. The only other thing she'd know how to do is a Drain Touch but only somewhat, as it would only feel like a very cold touch that makes the applied area feel somewhat weaker with no real other affect or benefit even to herself. She'd need practice to learn magic.

Weapons and armor: Light leather padded armor, iron helmet, rucksack, kusarigama, a few throwing knives.

Inventory: Notebook, blank scrolls, poetry books and gothic novels, pencils, quills, ink, bandages, sewing threads and needles, spare paper, a small amount of lockpicks.

Talents:
A Grave Robber - Knowledgable and skilled in the arts of thievery, pickpocketing, lockpicking and all sorts of cunning and conniving acts to do with stealing.
Dead-ly Assassin - A skilled assassin, great at sneaking around and dealing with issues in a stealthy and clean manner. Also helps with locating and striking at critical locations and weakpoints.
Ink Mastery - Highly enjoys writing and drawing as pastimes, and is very good with both of the sorts. Partakes in all sorts of literature and arts that go along with it and is usually how she spends any free time she gets to herself to improve and work upon it even if there isn't an obvious purpose. Although, it makes her very good at portraits, being a sketch artist from descriptions, and copying the handwriting and ways of wording of others.

Weaknesses:
Baby Bones - Although swift-handed and skilled, not entirely physically strong. Muscles are degraded a little because of the curse of undeath and they're weaker and slightly more fragile than any normal person.
Dead-weight in Water - Doesn't go well when in the water. Not good at swimming and in her undead state, probably won't ever be very good at swimming or floating.
Ugly and I'm Proud - She's not photogenic or fit for the public. She's not the best at actively getting people on her good side nor looking like she has good intentions or plans. She gives the complete vibes of a stereotypical selfish and shifty rogue in which she doesn't do an amazing job at dissuading.

Hobbies: Writing, drawing, poetry, reading, taking investigative looks around and curiosity. Partakes an interest in woodcarving and fletching, and a secret interest in fashion and dress-up but wouldn't dare admit anything about it.
Extra: Has a pet Cockroach (his name is Bavaahl)

 

[JJae]

• Introduction
• Masami
• Melne Beixhun

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    PROFILE

    NAME...

    Masami

    CODE NAME...

    Masi; Dark Glint

    GENDER...

    Female

    AGE...

    24

    DATE OF BIRTH...

    Feburary

    RACE...

    Beastmen/ Wolf

    RANK...

    Soldier

    SQUAD...

    The extra Scouting One

    Appearance

    I believe in doing the right things; that is my character and personality.

    height:

    5,74 ft (175cm)
    

    hair color:

    Raven Black
    

    eye color:

    Dark Brown
    
    Masami’s key-characteristic is her tail and ears, both in the raven black color of her hair. She usually wears the cultured clothes of her family- which consist of a puffery top, usually elbow length sleeves. Strong-materialized pants, with many pockets and hidden features to either stash weapons or something more.

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    Personality

    Bodies and words should be for understanding each other but they’re used to probe one another, wearing each other down.

    She is quite cynical and distasteful. She isn’t really a team player, nor does she actually feel responsible for others. After all, she is only there for Melne. Therefore, she lacks a little bit of liability towards the actual army.
    
    However, her attitude changes towards closer relatives or friends. Masami is used to a life in closed circles, so bonding with anybody, really, stands as a hard challenge in her life. Melne has helped her a lot to move forward and approach someone. But she hasn't yet mastered that skill. But underneath her grim mask she can be caring, even though she doesn't openly admit to it. She is the most loyal soul, the one you can rely on if it comes hard on hard. She will suppor you a hundred percent.
    
    Aside from this, it is quite obvious how organized she is, how close she keeps to schedule. It isn't hard for her to be flexible, it simply makes her uncomfortable. If she has a plan, said plan has to be working out. If not, she doubts herself and her ability of perception. Masami is rather quiet, compared to her partner Melne.
  • Backstory

    We’ll vow to meet again, in a place beyond tonight. But precious places disappear, and not a thing can be done. Collecting emotions with nowhere to go, when is “someday”?

    
    She immigrated. But not alone. A wolf, after all, is never truly left to themselves. Even if it is just a raven following them. Masami came as a child to the North, her family stocked with brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles. They had no pretty life in the continents they had roamed before. And upon arrival they preferred the forests to any real towns instead.
    A lot of the Beastmen lived side to side with the dwarves. Not much of a conflict between two races who rarely interact with each other. But with the years, the dwarves began to simply dump all of their polluting things into the valley. Without a clean water source, it was only a matter of time until the first illnesses started to spread. It was the wildlife suffering first and foremost. A crucial time for Masami’s family. From forty and more members, it shrunk to a pathetic fourteen in no time. All thanks due to the dwarves.
    
    In such time, Masami was nothing but a mere fifteen years old. At this point she had grown up to love and cherish her family, their bonds and traditions. To see all of them lying in bed with a greenish tick to their face and the yellowish, decaying eyes and teeth- she knew she had to do something. Despite her sister and brother’s better judgment, Masami made her way towards the beastmen town. There she found no one ready to help the self-ostracized tribe. They ruled them out to be different, to have changed too much to count into their system. Her logical side might have agreed but she lusted for the solitude, the solutions she had such high hopes for. Masami didn’t stop to bother asking. Doctor after doctor, herbalian after herbalian. But the young beastmen found her hopes soon to be thrashed apart.
    
    Only a young healer was supposed to be the light to her endless darkness. Melne Brixhun.
    Before Masami ventured back with empty hands, she was pursued by the young fox. She was from the town, curious about the world outside. Her only price was for Masami to take her in and let her live with them for two years. Going back and forth in her mind, Masami decided to agree to her terms. But when they arrived it was already too late.
    Half of the sick have died and even Melne’s powers reached no point of life in the remaining ones. All the fox could do was to keep the others healthy and let them drink more clean water by purifying it beforehand and checking it for any carriers of diseases. Masami’s tribe has taken a liking to the fox, thanked her for her kindness and gave her a home. Masami was the one who stuck to her side, quite unintentionally at times. For her, Melne was a body of energy, of something her life has lacked. It turned out both were around fifteen and their interests couldn’t have been further apart. Masami was more of a calm figure with a fixed schedule and day, week, often even a month structured to the last point. Melne on the other side was fidgety and unhinged. She was at one corner and then in the next because she has probably forgotten something again. Unconvinced, Masami has started a habit of picking a lot of her things up and simply holding them available whenever the fox needed it.
    

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    Least to say, Melne stayed longer than planned. The tribe noticed it earlier than Masami. But there was love in the air, between the rotting lives. No one had a piece of mind for it now, of course. But after two years, when most of the dreadfulness vanished, Masami had time enough to settle with her own feelings. She liked Melne. No, liking would be an understatement. She cherished her, and to be around her fulfilled her. Melne gave her purpose, a hand to hold on to. She entered as a light in the night and has never quite left.
    At eighteen, when Melne had to return to the town, Masami kept away from the tribe’s village. A foolishness, she called it. To be in love with a town girl? Utterly useless. And yet she held out for two whole days before she stumbled into the town again to find the fox. Only to find her sealed away by her family. They were of the richer kind. She realized she had never truly known as much. And with that, she knew she couldn’t have cared less. Masami broke Melne out again and gave her a choice. Stay in her prison or come home. It is quite obvious what happened, right? Melne wanted to tell Masami her feelings but she stopped her. The timing was not right.
    Ever since then, Masami lived with Melne in her village.
    
    But Melne was not satisfied. At twenty she made the prospect to travel around the kingdoms. It was weird to Masami but not abstract. Beastmen, after all, were wanderers before. She questioned her decision nonetheless. To help, was the answer and the most logical thing to do for a fox with a heart too big for her body. Masami disliked the idea to leave her home just like that but her family reassured them that they’d get along. And surely, she wouldn’t leave her fiance alone like that. So, the pair traveled around, helping people wherever they could.
    
    And after two years, Melne still itched for more. Another prospect was made: To join the military of Eswen. And there was nothing Masami could have said to convince her otherwise. At this point she was convinced she’d follow Melne to the end of the world if only she said so.
    And this was how the two entered the military- a fighter and a healer.
    
  • Relationships

    No one’s to blame, and that’s why it’s hard. Lamenting with words with no destination. I just want to share carefree laughs with you, like always.

    Melne

    24

    Engaged

    Played by me

    It is an engagement that has lasted for a long time and gets postponed every time, now by the war. Melne and Masami are two lovers, who fight against the time and the world around them together. There isn't a moment someone may meet Melne without Masami in her shadows. As for the military camp, both try to tone it down as a battle field has no space for a rosey-red love. But there will be longing glances exchanged or a reassuring push at the hand every now and then.

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    AGE

    RELATIONSHIP

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  • Combat Data

    
    “Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.”
    ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
    
    

    Magical And Racial Abilities

    001. Data Entry One

    
    

    • Shifting
      • a) Masami has natural talents connected to her: A wolf. She has a stronger scent perception. Her ears are not just decoy- they work accordingly as well.
        
        
      • b) If she wills, her energy can be channeled towards various body parts of hers. Either arms or legs and even claws- they can grow.
        • Growing doesn’t mean staying. Unlike point a) this part of her shifting eats at her energy and she can only withhold the formation for a certain time.
        • e.g.: When she only strengthens her claws, this body part is small and thus does not eat as much energy and holds out for almost twenty minutes. However, when she adds legs for example it shortens to ten minutes.
        • By eating or resting she restores said energy.

    002. Data Entry Two

    
    

    • Elemental Ability- Fire
      • Burning. Fire fists. Whatever you wish. Masami can draw from her energy- an ability only trained ones in her family can obtain. It takes much focus and her emotions have to be in tact and in control.
      • She can summon flames or control them, But controlling takes up much more energy.

    Inventory

    003. Weapons

    Leather padded armor and iron helmet; plus a bow and short sword

    004. Rucksack

    
    

    • Talisman with a wolf’s head and a sword underneath (the symbol of her family)
    • Money (500 Gold)
    • Arrows
    • Special/handcrafted leather gloves that can shift with her and offer a good grip onto her arrows.

    
    
  • Notes

    It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it.

    001.

    Talents: Calm hands- a positive trait for shooting precise arrows and handcrafting them as well!

    002.

    Hobbies: She tends to her old occupations- such as meditating or training. Or following Melne.

    003.

    She is engaged with Melne.
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    PROFILE

    NAME...

    Melne Brixhun

    CODE NAME...

    Mel

    GENDER...

    Female

    AGE...

    24

    DATE OF BIRTH...

    October

    RACE...

    Beastmen/ Fox

    RANK...

    Healer

    SQUAD...

    The extra Scouting One

    Appearance

    All that is gold does not glitter.

    height:

    5,74 ft (175cm)
    

    hair color:

    Ginger
    

    eye color:

    Green
    
    Melne has fiery red hair, thick as the forest itself. She has ears on top and a pointy nose. Just like Masami, her tail is another key-characteristic. But the biggest would be the huge scar drawing from her arm to her hand and spreading to her palm.

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    Personality

    Bodies and words should be for understanding each other but they’re used to probe one another, wearing each other down.

    
    Melne is an open-minded person, who is outgoing and quick to voice her opinion. She isn't harsh and always gives the other the benefit of the doubt. She strongly believes in the good of everyone or at least in their honor. It often gets her into trouble, to be fair. But it has also given her the engagement she is in now.
    
    Mel is helpful and kind. She hates to be mean or make snarky remarkes. She will try to find the middle, to meet the opponent on a neutral field and both come to an agreement. Of course, not everyone receives the luxury. People who openly hurt others and use their weaknesses to an advantage will be hated. Which is why she has no issue of being in the military since she believes Eswen does the right thing and fights against the worser goods on this world. And since it tallies with hers and the majority of her morals, she is convinced she stands for the good.
    
    Melne is a loving and warm-hearted person. She is loyal and devoted, supportive but also critical. She will call out any behaviour wrong in her eyes. And yet she longs to know the opposite view on it. Furthermore, her curiosity drives her to her more open-minded perceivings as well.
    
  • Backstory

    We’ll vow to meet again, in a place beyond tonight. But precious places disappear, and not a thing can be done. Collecting emotions with nowhere to go, when is “someday”?

    
    Melne was born into a rather wealthier family, which has established a business of travelling healers thanks to the family’s “gift” and their understanding of herbs. They charged a lot, which kept their capital growing. Melne didn’t understand the meaning of wealth then and not when the Beastmen City was built. Rather, she was curious and eager to learn everything. From writing and reading to learning about herbs, where to find them or how to grow them. With six she started developing her healing abilities but soon her family was met with her “disability”. She cannot summon her healing from bare hands and her energy. She was in dire need of herbs to help her. It threw her into a bad light. And it was getting worse when her parents gave birth to her brother. When he was four and she was ten, he had already developed pieces of his powers. And they overcame her quicker than anything.
    
    Melne had to say goodbye to her parent’s attention. Even the ones working for her family turned a blind eye to her. Only an older man in town took her in to teach her. He had heard of her ill fate as the rest of the city has as well. He took her to the nearby fields and forest-banks to show her a part of what the world held for her.
    Years went by and at 15 Melne heard of a Beastmen in town- A Scavenged one, one of those who were drawn to the forest. She looked for help and all Melne heard was how the others only laughed in their private, warm rooms. Instead of going to her useless family, Melne turned to her tutor instead. The old man told her to follow her heart and this she did.
    
    Melne struck a deal with the stranger and even though she knew the dangers, she believed in the good of the female and her sincerity of her dire need for help. It… was dire as Melne had to realise upon arrival. They went deep into the forest. She saw plants she had never laid eyes on. And as it became thicker and thicker, a village appeared. Almost magically. But it reeked of death and rotting bodies. There was barely anyone there to rescue! She was… too late. Melne tried all- from her powerful herbs to even the weakest. She tried it all, almost exhausting her resources. With no avail. She bailed a few days for some of the conscious ones, And yet… they died in her arms practically. The wolves were sceptical at first. But as soon as she started to cleanse their water, they warmed up to her. A hot-headed and open community. All but the female who has become like a shadow to her. She didn’t talk much or engaged with her on her own. Melne wanted to give her a chance- and she always held her hand out to Masami. And it was answered. Sooner or later Masami began to care for the things she kept lying around. She even began to greet her good mornings.
    

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    A good beginning, really. And whilst Masami began to guard her like a dog, her family took her to the forest and taught her uncountable secrets. Such as more powerful herbs and roots and where to find them. Reading traces and footsteps, the air and the sounds of nature. Melne realised how much she has detached from nature as well as her family. She never wanted to leave again. She was able to push her visit a year longer but at eighteen she decided to check in with her old tutor. It was the first time she truly stood between her heart and head. Her body wanted to stay- her shadow was gone and she had to wander alone. For nothing! Her tutor has been lost, as his neighbours claimed. When she left, so did he. As if he existed to teach her only.
    And when she wanted to turn around and leave the dirty streets again, her brother laid eyes on her. He shouted for his father. The family had been on a trip then. They captured her, calling her “bewitched” from the scavenged beastmen and brainwashed. The town believed it of course.
    
    They set her into the old attic and locked all the windows and doors. She was… trapped. And she knew she had hurted Masami enough for the wolf not to come and collect her. She missed her- the grunting whenever Melne would forget something or her long exhale when Melne had cut her finger again. She even missed the silence between them when they’d go out for walks.
    When she was called down to the dining hall… she was between strangers. And when they talked about all the deaths due to the fights between Beasts and dwarves and simply… laughed. She couldn’t stand it. They had all the ability to help! But since the patients couldn’t pay… why would they, right?
    Masami would have never thought that. She had her cold side, yes. She was grumpy and muffled but Masami helped when she was needed. And Melne missed her.
    And apparently somebody missed it all as well. Only two days later the windows flew open in the dead of the night, revealing Masami in the frame. She gave her an option. But truly. What else would Melne want besides being with Masami once more.
    
    They escaped to the village again. But Melne knew it all was no point. She had learnt a lot. Not enough, not all- but a lot. She could help others, she was the change the world needed. Or at least the beginning of it. She convinced Masami to travel. But they always came second to the chaos. Just like with Masami’s family. And Melne knew they had to do more. They had to be there when the chaos went down. This is how they got the military.
    
  • Relationships

    No one’s to blame, and that’s why it’s hard. Lamenting with words with no destination. I just want to share carefree laughs with you, like always.

    Masami

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    She couldn't be more different than her family. Quiet and reserved and always observing. Whilst Mel is more of an outgoing person and tries to convey her feelings directly.And yet they have found each other.

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  • Combat Data

    
    “Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.”
    ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
    
    

    Magical And Racial Abilities

    001. Data Entry One

    
    

    • Healing
      1. She has to have herbs in order to do it. Melne can “draw” their energy out and activate her own with it. Usually she puts it near the injury and the process begins.
      2. She needs to focus and the effectiveness changes and depends on the type of herbs (like rarity) she uses and how big they are. Like: A root small as a finger is good for a scratch but patching up a, let’s say dagger cut, she needs a thicker one!

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    003. Weapons + Armour

    
    Leather padded armour and iron helmet; + a dagger on her belt, on this belt are hanging several pouches coloured in red, blue, yellow, green and normal leather
    -> red: rare herbs
    -> blue: common herbs
    -> yellow: risky herbs (could cause like nausea or something or major sleepiness after usage)
    -> green: Roots
    -> leather: a wild mix of whatever she found
    

    004. Rucksack

    
    

    • Her herbs in the pouches
    • A handbook of recipes
    • three potions of mixed herbs that are used in emergencies

    
    
  • Notes

    It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it.

    001.

    
    Talents:
    

    • A colourful and broad mind
    • A devoted healer to the patient and ignorant of either status or race
    • Quick learner -> curiosity

    
    Weaknesses:
    

    • Naive
    • Sometimes too helpful
    • Curiosity is both a blessing and a curse
    • She has started to avoid bigger crowds

    002.

    
    Hobbies: She likes to work on her “Herbs-Book”, which collects all the secrets of nature that she was taught in order to maybe even pass it down
    She loves to walk around and explore, especially to drive into old ruins and learn of old ways.
    

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    • Engaged to Masami
    • Masami organised her pouch, it once has only been a box full of wildlife
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