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Fantasy When The Barriers Fail

Melpomene

Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
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Name: Asha Thornbuln


Age: 24


Appearance: 
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(please ignore the sword)


Height: 5'0


Personality: Asha is a strong willed woman that refuses to back down from a challenge, no matter how dangerous it may prove to be. She can be stubborn and will often bite off more than she can chew. While she will make a few jokes here and there, she is often quite serious, especially outside of the wards of the city, when she only has her own wards to keep her safe. She can be quick to grab her weapon at times, but she can also be kind-hearted,but only to those that she truly feels deserve it. 


Bio: Asha comes from a long line of warriors. Her father, her grandmother, her great grandfather, and so on. One of her father's kids were destined to follow in his steps, and that child turned out to be Asha. It seemed that she had a natural talent when it came to fighting. She had picked up quite a few skills just watching her father train. Then her father began to train her himself, and she found just how strong she could become. The aches diminished as the muscles grew stronger, the blisters she had gotten on her hands from gripping a spear and etching wards turned into callouses, and soon she was applying to become a carrier. Then, she was on a horse and delivering various things to people in various villages. Being able to see the world was worth the danger. The true gift though, was when she found the spear that could pierce a demon's skin. That was when her adventure truly began. 


Combat Level: 8


Weapron of Choice: Spear


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Quote: 'Cowering gets you no where. You will just stay in the same spot and never see another. If you really wish to live, if you really wish to see how beautiful the world is, you must fight for it. Just like how you must fight for all good things'
 
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Name: Edric.


Age: Late teens


Appearance: Lanky with mousy hair.


Height: 6'


Personality: Although young and inexperienced, Eddie is desperate to prove himself. Also, he's working to cover that pesky country accent!


Bio: Born in a southern village famous for its ward-making abilities, Edric heard rumors about demonic activity in the city. Not long ago, he left his hometown to seek his fortune.


Combat level (1-10): 1


Weapon of choice: A book of incantations, if possible. (Are there mages in this universe?) If not, a shortsword will do.


Armor (if applicable): None


Quote (optional):
 
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Name: Edric.


Age: Late teens


Appearance: Lanky with mousy hair.


Height: 6'


Personality: Although young and inexperienced, Eddie is desperate to prove himself. Also, he's working to cover that pesky country accent!


Bio: Born in a southern village famous for its ward-making abilities, Edric heard rumors about demonic activity in the city. Not long ago, he left his hometown to seek his fortune.


Combat level (1-10): 1


Weapon of choice: A book of incantations, if possible. (Are there mages in this universe?) If not, a shortsword will do.


Armor (if applicable): None


Quote (optional):

No mages, but their are warders, who basically know of every type of ward! You are accepted by the way :)
 
Name: Irina Peltraviskiy


Age: 23


Appearance: Platinum Blonde Hair, reaching down to the middle of her back and dark blue eyes are her notable appearances outside of her armor. Her hands are calloused and rough from swordsmanship and general work. Despite this her skin is quite pale.


Height: 5'8


Personality: Rude and quite forthcoming with a lack of actual humor and no filter. If she thinks it she's more than likely to say it. Feelings he damned.


Bio: While not coming from a line of warriors of any true nature she came from a family of rich clergymen and warders. She was brought up taught that God would protect through the body of humans. She joined an order akin to the real life Templars, however it is much smaller and confined to very few of the nation's elite. She grew up in the safety of her mansion and family manor, moving with her father whenever they were off to ward a client. This was so she could see first hand the hell the demons caused on earth. After seeing a rather tragic event of an unlucky carrier being shredded by demons she swore that she would prevent that from happening. At age 7 she was training with swords and fencing. By age 10 she could beat most men and women sent to beat her. Skip to her 18th birthday and her father's dying wish. He left her with a broadsword with several hundred wards etched along the long blade and hilt, almost seething with "holy potential to kill the wicked" as her father put it.


Combat level (1-10): 10. If I could go higher I'd say 12. Yeah. She's that good.


Weapon of choice: Heavy One Handed Flail, European Broad Sword and a Kite Shield.


Armor (if applicable): For heavy combat details or night watch she wears Maximilian Armor from the Gothic Armor family, with a ward on each plate of armor. The helmet is unique due to the fact it appears that the face guard is just a face, much like the Romans. And from her back sprout two fixed wings for apparel, much like the Winged Hussars of Poland.


Quote (optional): "Rules aren't necessarily sacred, but principles are."


Theme song (optional): Bad Moon Rising by CCR, or Seven Nation Army by White Stripes.
 
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Name: Irina Peltraviskiy


Age: 23


Appearance: Platinum Blonde Hair, reaching down to the middle of her back and dark blue eyes are her notable appearances outside of her armor. Her hands are calloused and rough from swordsmanship and general work. Despite this her skin is quite pale.


Height: 5'8


Personality: Rude and quite forthcoming with a lack of actual humor and no filter. If she thinks it she's more than likely to say it. Feelings he damned.


Bio: While not coming from a line of warriors of any true nature she came from a family of rich clergymen and warders. She was brought up taught that God would protect through the body of humans. She joined an order akin to the real life Templars, however it is much smaller and confined to very few of the nation's elite. She grew up in the safety of her mansion and family manor, moving with her father whenever they were off to ward a client. This was so she could see first hand the hell the demons caused on earth. After seeing a rather tragic event of an unlucky carrier being shredded by demons she swore that she would prevent that from happening. At age 7 she was training with swords and fencing. By age 10 she could beat most men and women sent to beat her. Skip to her 18th birthday and her father's dying wish. He left her with a broadsword with several hundred wards etched along the long blade and hilt, almost seething with "holy potential to kill the wicked" as her father put it.


Combat level (1-10): 10. If I could go higher I'd say 12. Yeah. She's that good.


Weapon of choice: Heavy One Handed Flail, European Broad Sword and a Kite Shield.


Armor (if applicable): For heavy combat details or night watch she wears Maximilian Armor from the Gothic Armor family, with a ward on each plate of armor. The helmet is unique due to the fact it appears that the face guard is just a face, much like the Romans. And from her back sprout two fixed wings for apparel, much like the Winged Hussars of Poland.


Quote (optional): "Rules aren't necessarily sacred, but principles are."


Theme song (optional): Bad Moon Rising by CCR, or Seven Nation Army by White Stripes.

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Name: Nol Luc


Age: 25


Appearance: he has short black hair, his eyes are green and wears a black travel coat . He keeps his White mask on for safety and carries his Lute on his back 


Height:5'9 


Personality: Very Quiet but a cheerful personality , he can get aggressive and serious if need be but prefers to always cheer people up 


Bio: Abandoned as a child and forced to fend for himself he hid in most home's and tried to find food and money, until meeting a Bard wearing a black mask , the Bard took the child and gave him a white mask only to find it was etched with ward's he traveled with the Bard hearing his Lute and learning to play and fight like he did , at the age of 18 he was agile and quick on his feet dodging blows from demons and quick dispatching them with his talent for his dagger's , at the age of 19 the Bard was struck and died of blood loss and heavy tramua but before he passed to the next world he bestowed up him his Lute and told him that bringing joy to a world filled with dread is a dream he wanted to share and Nol took up the Lute and traveled the land spreading his music and cheer to a world filled with blood


Combat level (1-10): 7


Weapon of choice: Two set of steel curved Dagger's and an assortment of toxic and poison in round glass bottles, and his Lute as a last resort as it has taken a fair share of blows 


Armor (if applicable): His White mask etched with Ward's 


Quote (optional): Even if the world is frowning down I'll look to the heavens to see them smile 
 
Name: Nol Luc


Age: 25


Appearance: he has short black hair, his eyes are green and wears a black travel coat . He keeps his White mask on for safety and carries his Lute on his back 


Height:5'9 


Personality: Very Quiet but a cheerful personality , he can get aggressive and serious if need be but prefers to always cheer people up 


Bio: Abandoned as a child and forced to fend for himself he hid in most home's and tried to find food and money, until meeting a Bard wearing a black mask , the Bard took the child and gave him a white mask only to find it was etched with ward's he traveled with the Bard hearing his Lute and learning to play and fight like he did , at the age of 18 he was agile and quick on his feet dodging blows from demons and quick dispatching them with his talent for his dagger's , at the age of 19 the Bard was struck and died of blood loss and heavy tramua but before he passed to the next world he bestowed up him his Lute and told him that bringing joy to a world filled with dread is a dream he wanted to share and Nol took up the Lute and traveled the land spreading his music and cheer to a world filled with blood


Combat level (1-10): 7


Weapon of choice: Two set of steel curved Dagger's and an assortment of toxic and poison in round glass bottles, and his Lute as a last resort as it has taken a fair share of blows 


Armor (if applicable): His White mask etched with Ward's 


Quote (optional): Even if the world is frowning down I'll look to the heavens to see them smile 

Accepted
 

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