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Accepted Profiles I:
Alliance/Neutral Profiles
Username: Erethia
Name: Palestra
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Palestra
Race: Sharvan
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Ashnar Alliance (she's the founder, duh)
Class and Rank: Class: Arch Sage Rank: Founder
Abilities: Control Over Psychic and Aura
Weapons: A dagger that she keepsin a holster on her thigh/ her "Halo"; a chakram (disk-like blade object that is like an 'o' )
Character Bio: Palestra is the oldest Sharvan by far. In fact, the first generation of Sharvans have not even died out. But, she was the very first one created by The Father. It is natural that shebe leader in all she does.
When the Shatir were sighted, it struck fear into many of the races, but the Sharvans stayed calm. Palestra at their head, they organized a Temporary Republic of all the sentient life-forms, in hopes of thwarting the Shatir. It has been a road full of obstacles; many races have discriminatins against others that they've kept hidden through the long years of peace, and some even blame the uprising of the Shatir on certain races.
Of course, Palestra herself knows that no race isto blame, and that all were created equal, to preform in harmony, but the other representatives will not take it to heart. However, this shaky republic has stayed aloft... for now.
Other: Palestra has great harmony and a certain calmness thatemnates from her that makes others sure they will win whenever she is at their side. She is the most important member in the Alliance.
Username: x_kitsune thief_x
Name: Caleb Stalin
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Caleb, the trick wind
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Ashnar Alliance
Class and Rank: Knight/Second in Command
Abilities: Illusionary-mostly parlor tricks and smoke bombs
Dead Eye-extreme focus and accuracy with ranged weapons
Weapons: A recently acquired family short sword and his personalized throwing knives-some have tricks hidden in them
Character Bio:The classic tale of a rebellious kid, drawn into war and turned hero. He didn't know his father until he passed away, his mother is still alive. He is the odd ball trump card in any army, unpredictible and oddly rightuous.
Caleb came from a group of thieves, youngsters that needed money to get by. His mother didn't care what he did as long as he was 'her little angel boy'. So he dawned a feathery cloak and started a robin hood-esque group, stealing from the nobles to help the others. As he grew up, his schemes got more attention until a Sharvan woman caught him, she chuckled at his antics and asked him to join the military. Caleb agreed under the condition that his troop was to go with him, he quickly became the best one to ask for any sort of theft mission. He would continue his work until he met a dying soldier, Militis, and found him to be Caleb's father. His father died and his title was passed on to Caleb, who is one of the youngest officers in the Ashnar Alliance.
Other: He still wears part of the cloak from his mother and the short sword is from his father, family is important to him, both blood related and soul bound.
Username: Erethia
Name: Alimbil
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: I drew this... Alimbil face <--- He has blonde hair, almost white, and tanned skin from constant sunlight. He has grey eyes. Ria (his star): NOTHING YET
Race: Fledgren
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Ashnar Alliance
Class and Rank: Leutinant in the Fledgren Air-Counter Maneuvering Squad (FACMS)
Abilities: Stellar/Wind Magic
Weapons: A bow which he conjures up at will.
Character Bio:Alimbil was eight when he caught his star. She shot from the Heavens, a blue firework in the pitch black vastness ofthe skies. He still remembers to this day rescuing her frail form, how she sat in his palms with her tiny, delicate frame and looked up at him with those huge eyes. Ria was her name, and they've been bound ever since.
Alimbil was always a determined young fellow, and quickly rose through the ranks in Fledgren Society. He dreamt of visiting the Ceremonies, in which the Priestesses of the Fledgren call down the stars. The Ceremony is only viewed by the greatest Champions in Fledgren Society, and Alimbil wanted to become one.
Alas, it was not to be. His city of Eless was destroyed by the Shatir and their minions, taking three hundred men and sixty women. It was the first major encounter with the Shatir he had ever had, and he's vowed to destroy them ever since.
Other:He is rather blunt and straight to the point, and a bit feminine looking. Has problems dealing with love affairs. Ria, on the other hand, is nastily impish to all but him. She, of course, is in love with Alimbil and is not afraid to admit it.
Username: Kyorina
Name: Aero Lumeria
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Aero Lumeria
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Allegiance: I want to say the Ashnar Alliance: I really do! ...But I'm afraid you would soon believe I lied to you. You see: I tend to have trouble staying with any one side for very long, so one day we could be best buddies and the next you'd find a dagger in your back. But hey: you still love me, right~?
Abilities: I may not be able to use any magic, and I'm not as 'in tune to nature' as many other races, but I certainly know all it's little quirks and tricks! I spent a lot of my free time reading over a few books of magic--in case it should ever be used against me--and I've paid attention to animals, wind, etc... What I'm basically saying is that even though I may come off as an idiot; I'm pretty smart.
Weapons: I usually just use your basic short sword, but I have a bow that I keep on me just in case. I don't really specialize with any specific weapon... I'll jut use whatever I can get my hands on. I suppose you can call me a 'Jack of all trades'~! ...Though I'm still better with the short sword...
Character Bio: I had a twin brother a while back. Oh yeah; we were close as could be~! He was everything you could ever want in a person: smart, strong, funny, kind and of course devilishly handsome! His name was Gale... Haha: Aero and Gale, get it? We lived in a small village: one of the ones where almost everyone living there knew almost everyone else, so the red-head twins were moderately famous among the townsfolk. We didn't have any parents (Pfff: who has parents anymore?) so we had to fend for ourselves, but we got by pretty well if you ask me: we didn't even have to resort to stealing! But then again; we did need help from the townspeople every once in a while.
Once we were old enough, the two of us became soldiers in the Ashnar Alliance's army. Though to be honest, it was really just in name: the only reason we became soldiers was so that we were officially stationed to guard our small village. After all: small towns like that were often subject to pillaging if left unguarded. And what do you know: about two years after we enlisted, we had to fend off our first major attack. There were probably twenty of them... No big deal, really: except that they had four Shatir with them. Actually: we probably could have have won! There were five of us left--including Gale and I--and of them there were three of the Shatir and a Darin left standing. All seemed well until I... Until I turned around and stabbed Gale in the heart. I'm really not sure why I did it, but I was pretty cool right then! In an evil, demented sort of way... The looks on the other soldiers' faces was priceless! Well... Long story short: the raiders thought I was on their side now so they didn't kill me, and the whole village isn't around anymore. Afterwards, I was horrified at how nonchalantly I turned around and killed my brother: just to see what would happen! The only thing I could think of to do after that was to go and kill off the raiders--which I did, one by one--and I later discovered that I'm actually Bipolar. I mean: go figure! I can't believe it took me so long to realize... I stopped by a town a few months afterward, only to discover a bounty on my head! It's made me feel so special~!
Other: I turned twenty last fall!
Username: Toxias
Name: Guinevere Fortuna
Appearance: Gwen
Race: Human (mostly)
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Neutral at the moment- Arpa
Class and Rank: Class: Former Assassin Rank: Queen
Abilities: Guinevere has the ability to stop any and all magic within a thirty feet radius around her. It is a passive ability that can be turned off without effort, and on with little effort. Its range can be extended and targets can be chosen, but this requires actual energy. Guinevere can also communicate with animals, and usually persuade them to do her bidding. Guinevere’s knife work is exceptional. Guinevere is very persuasive and convincing when she wants to be.
Weapons: Two long daggers
Character Bio: Guinevere was born into nobility, not royalty. For the most part she was the 'calm child', and early in her life she was pegged as the future diplomat. However, she often got the other noble children in trouble. She herself had a knack for keeping the blame away from her though. She wasn’t particularly loved nor hated by her playmates. They were just…wary around her.
Guinevere did not discover her powers until her teenage years, during which she had run off from the castle and joined a group of specifically female assassins in a bout of rebellion. It was then that Guinevere learned she was not wholly human, but an actual descendant of the Sharvan, and by this blood she was granted her abilities.
It was in the clan of assassins that Guinevere developed a taste for power and her skill with the dagger. These assassins became Guinevere’s sisters, as Guinevere was an only child and she had always longed for siblings. However, Guinevere was the daughter of a pretty important noble, and although the assassins had shown superior skill as they evaded the palace guard, the numbers of the palace begin to show and the assassins were caught and killed while Guinevere was dragged home.
Guinevere was locked up for the longest time and her hot teenager temperament eventually cooled as she learned the arts of being a lady. However, in the shadows of the night, Guinevere would sometimes practice her knife work, which has never dulled since.
By now, Guinevere had noticed the princess. The Princess was a…fluffy sort of person, not quite fit to rule a kingdom. Guinevere could tell that the kingdom of Arpa would not be strong under the princess’s hand. So when the king died, Guinevere immediately set out and assassinated the princess without much thought. Because Guinevere’s family was the closest relatives to the royal family, Guinevere was next in line for the throne, which was exactly as she had intended. Still, no one suspected Guinevere.
At first it took Guinevere a little time to adjust to her new role, but she adapted quickly. It was under her rule that the kingdom of Arpa grew strong and mighty. It is the largest human kingdom right now. The allegiance of this kingdom to either the Valara army or the Ashnar alliance could tilt the scale drastically. Guinevere has her kingdom in a dangerous position that might reap the rewards of a risky gamble later.
Guinevere knows this. By no means is she a cruel and evil ruler, she just believes that the ends justifies the means. Over all her subjects have no idea she isn’t pure human, and they love and fear her at the same time.
Other: Guinevere has a daughter named Isabella. She’s quite the rebel, but she usually does as her mom says. Those close to Guinevere may call her Gwen, and sometimes visiting dignitaries may refer to her as Lady Gwen, lest their tongues trip over the many syllables of the queen’s full name.
Username: x_kitsune thief_x
Name: Avalon Vanguard
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Avalon is a pale skinned, thin, young male. His hair comes to his jawline with the exception of a long braided section in the back, it is light grey in color from his mother's side. A pair of black tipped ears poke out of his hair and a bushy red tail with a tip of white from his father's side. His feet are red and black "socked" paws starting at the shin. Often wearing a robe in public or dilopatic occasions, his casual garb is leggings combined with a loincloth to form a long kilt in the back and a vest, all in bright silks to show his regal form. He always wears a set of bangles and anklets in silver. A tattoo wraps around his wrists and up to his shoulders, often moving when he embraces darker spells.
Race: Clavirian(vulpine sub-species)
Gender: male
Allegiance: Ashnar
Class and Rank: wandering shaman.
Abilities: shaman gylphs(elemental spells that require seals to be active)
Feral form
Weapons: his body
Character Bio: Avalon comes from a long line of casters from an old and renown family, the legendary Vanguard clan. They were famous bards and merchants, they traded with all and with the highest quality to their own creation. It was also a known fact that the Vanguards were pacifists unless in times of great war, then they are the most powerful allies and worst enemies in all the lands. His father was the chief of the clan, a powerful swordsman that married a beautiful priestess and had four children, three daughters and a son. Several years ago, a demon-obsessed mage came and slaughter the clan, but stopped at Avalon. He spoke dark words, and tempted Avalon with the concept of revenge, and he vanished. Now he seeks the man that killed his family, aiding those in need of help to keep his light.
Other: Avalon often uses his blood to boost his spells, a forsaken skill that has driven others mad with power.
Username: Draconian23
Name:
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Merrit Stormcrow Merrit's general appearance is that of most geckos'. He has a pale green pigmentation over his entire body, which is covered by fine scales. his head is small with a small snout, and overly large ears that have the same basic structure of a goat's floppy ear. He stands erect on two legs, like most of his kin, but unlike man, geckos have a digitgrade leg structure, making their feet bear the brunt of their weight as well as making their feet very dexterous. Merrit has a long tail that is roughly less than 2/3rds as long as his body. He is mostly seen in faded blue traveling cloaks and a straw hat, marking him as a mage. He wears short breeches when he is comfortable. Though he is nearly 75, the average gecko live to be at least 180 years of age, making his appearance appear as if he were in his mid thirties.
Race:Gecko
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral. Merrit hails from Arpa
Class and Rank: Mage, traveler
Abilities: Though he does not call on it in combat unless he absolutely must, the good gecko is able to summon elemental magics to aid him; ranging from a gentle breeze if he was hot, to a ball of fire to hurl at foes.
Weapons: He mostly makes use of a bow with long range foes, his sword and staff against close foes, and magic in desperation.
Character Bio: Merrit has no real interest in the war, yet he is wise enough to know that if evil and darkness prevail, his freedom as a traveling mage will end, and service to the shadow will be mandatory. However, He travels, oblivious to this danger. For the reason he travels, is more important to him than his freedom. Many summers ago, when he was still young, he was good friends of a nymph. his friendship lasted long into his adult life. He asked her to be his own, and in her nature, it took her a long time to make her decision. He waited three years, continuing to remain close and try to develop their friendship into something more, yet, on the day she left to return to her home forest, she told him that she could not advance further in their relationship, just before she was whisked away by one of her eagle friends. Broken hearted, and left without condolences from the few of his kind that lived around him, he built up a hatred for the one he used to love. He travels to scar her tree as she scarred his heart.
Other: Despite Merrit's ignorance of the conflict going on in his world, and his cold, hate-driven purpose, he is not that bad of a guy. He just wants to right what was wronged.
Username: RikoSeryuji
Name: Dawn Skyler
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Dawn is not very tall, standing only 5'4''. Her slender build hides her impressive strength. She has bright, blue eyes and long, blonde hair that she only ties back when she considers an opponent worthy enough to warrant her full attention. She usually wears average, loose-fitting clothes that allow her a full range of movement. She refuses to wear skirts.
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Ashnar Alliance
Class and Rank: : Class: Matrial Artist Rank: Soldier
Abilities: An energy within all members of the Skyler family, called the Eternal Flame, resides within her. It manifests itself in two abilities. First, she has an innate healing ability. While she cannot recover from a fatal blow, any not fatal wounds heal much quicker than normal. For example, a compound fracture can heal in 2-3 days. Secondly, she is able to manifest her internal energy into her hands and feet to enhance her attacks. The ki-like energy takes the property of flames, but cannot harm Dawn and cannot spread or be put out by water or a lack of oxygen.
Weapons: Punches, kicks, elbows, knees, and the occasional headbutt
Character Bio: Growing up as the daughter of a powerful leader of a human village, one would expect Dawn to have an easy life, but life was no such thing for her. From birth, her father saw her as nothing but a tool to improve his own status. She also believed that her father hated her, since her mother had died in childbirth. He would not hesitate to strike her if she so much as spoke back to him, and her innate healing abilities hid all signs of her father's abuse. Nobody would believe her complaints about her father, since he seemed such a just ruler and there was never any evidence, giving Dawn a reputation as a liar. It became apparent to her that she was in a bind which she had no way out and not a friend in the world.
It was around the age of ten that Dawn found out that she was arranged to marry a man. He was a perverted man older than her father, who's two previous wives had 'mysteriously' gone missing once he was bored with them. She brought her concern up with her father, who only smacked her, telling her that she was his property and he'd give her away to whoever he pleased. Arranged marriages were not uncommon in her village, so trying to skip out on it would only lower the village's perception of her even further. But Dawn no longer cared what a group of people who cared nothing for her thought. In the middle of the night, she ran away from the village, preferring to try to survive alone in the wilderness than staying in that hell.
It was almost a week later and Dawn found herself dying of starvation when she came across a large structure in a clearing in the trees. She had no idea what this building was, but she hoped that they could offer some help. With her past experiences, though, she mostly expected to be turned away. However, as she banged weakly on the door of the massive structure, she found that the person who answered was nothing like the other people she had met in her life. Without her saying a word, the kind, old man saw that she was hungry and offered her food and shelter, not expecting anything in return. At first, Dawn was skeptical. 'Nobody ever did anything for nothing, every action must be taken in self-benefit'...that was a lesson she had learned from her father. This man's kind words and attitude had to belie his true intent, but Dawn wasn't at a point where she could refuse his kindness either.
"We are servants of the Father God. It is in this monastery that we hone our body, mind, and hearts to better serve His will. I can see that you have led a difficult life, child. If you have no place to go, you can stay here and learn our ways. If you do not wish to stay here, you may return whenever your travels make you weary. We will not force our ways upon you, nor turn you away."
Dawn couldn't believe what she was hearing. It had to be some kind of trick. They couldn't really want nothing in return for what they had done. Dawn knew better than that, so once she had rested and eaten her fill, she left for the wilderness once again. But it was not long until she found herself tired and hungry again, and started heading back to the monastery.
This had to be their trick. They fed you and gave you a place to sleep because they knew you couldn't survive out there on your own and would have to come back. But when she returned, the monk that she spoke to before not only fed her again, but showed her where to find edible plants and gave her a weapon to use to hunt. The next morning, when she left the monastery, she found that she could now travel as far as she wanted and find her own food. But it continued to puzzle her; why would they do this for her? It got so bad that she returned to the monastery.
"Why have you done so much for me!? You can't be doing this for nothing! What do you hope to gain!? What do you want from me!?"
"We want only to bring peace to your heart, child. Even without knowing your story, we can see the wounds it has sustained. And when we bring peace to you, we are each given peace in return. That is the way that our Father meant for all of his creations to live; in harmony with eachother and the world around us."
Dawn was finally starting to get it. She decided to stay at the monastery where she learned lessons about the creation of the world and the god who created it, as well as lessons in the martial arts. However, many of the wounds in Dawns heard have yet to heal, which can show in her sometimes abrasive personality.
Other: Dawn typically does whatever she can to help people, but she is also very competitive and argumentative
Username: RikoSeryuji
Name: Nimbus Skyler
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Nimbus stands at about 5'8''. He has a slightly muscular build, showing that he keeps himself active. He has blonde hair with streaks of grey. He has blue eyes and wears a monocle in his left eye. He wears fine clothing, reflecting his status.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Ashnar Alliance
Class and Rank: Class: Swordsman Rank: Human Representative
Abilities: Like his daughter, he has the power of the Eternal Flame within him. He has a similar innate healing ability to his daughter. He can channel his energy through a weapon, causing an immense amount of pain if he connects.
Weapons: Rapier
Character Bio: Nimbus is a man to whom his obligations mean everything to him. When he takes on a responsibility, he dedicates his everything to fulfilling it. This was why he eventually became the leader of his village, he could bring results and was extremely trustworthy.
After his daughter selfishly ran away from their village in order to escape an arranged marriage, Nimbus found himself with even more power. Most had believed that his daughter was nothing more than a liar and troublemaker, and sympathized with Nimbus. With the people of his village unanimous in their support of him, Nimbus spread his influence to the other human villages until he was able to secure a position as the human representative of the Ashnar alliance.
Other: Nimbus is much more resistant to pain than his daughter and his healing ability is slightly more powerful.
Username: Kyorina
Name: Remil Hawthorn
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Remil Hawthorn
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Allegiance: He leans more towards the alliance, though he would prefer to stay neutral. His is the country of Arpa, though he would just as willingly serve the country of his wife~!
Class and Rank: Class: Mime -- Rank: Mercenary
Abilities: For almost all of his life, Remil has spent his time dedicated to perfecting the art of Mimicry... In other words; he's a Mime. Be it a play, a song, a fighting style-- He can copy it! Except; he can't copy things like magic or innate abilities(Is that even possible?), and of course he can't copy someone who's using a spear if all he has is a sword...
Weapons: This varies from time to time... You never know what you'll catch him with!
Character Bio: Separated from parents at birth(Something all too common for children these days), Remil had spent the large part of his youth as a traveling performer; copying the tricks of other similar performers, and never staying in one place for long. He was like a free-spirited wind: traveling the world as he pleased~ It wasn't until he was about sixteen that he realized he could use he polished ability of Mimicry for something other than simple performing: without even realizing it, he had already become a noteworthy fighter! With this revelation fresh in mind, he tried taking on a few tasks as a mercenary and found the profession to his liking; quickly gaining a wide variety of different commissions.
One mission in particular he probably wouldn't have agreed to, if he hadn't been tricked into it; gullible as he is. When he was approached by the messenger, he had simply been asked to protect some Duke's daughter: simple enough, right? Apparently not. The Duke had heard of Remil's prowess in Mimicry, and what he really wanted the mercenary to do was to pose as his daughter; since he had heard that someone had been hired to kidnap her. Poor Remil just wasn't able to say no--he was already there, after all--and a mere day later he had been captured by another mercenary: a Clavirian by the name of Jharia. He often looks back at the encounter and wonders what sort of first impression he had made: he would admit it, he had tried flirting with her... In a dress, no less! How goofy: just his style~!
Despite the fact that she had been hired to kidnap his client's daughter, she wasn't a bad sort. A bit paranoid, sure, but she was funny...caring... And she had let him go shortly after figuring out he wasn't her target! Actually, he felt kind of bad afterward: he had spied on her for a bit to figure out who her employer was, and later turned him over to the authorities... Which meant that she went unpaid for her mission: even though she had done her job much better then he had done his. Afterward they had gotten to talking, and decided to travel together(though it was mostly he who suggested it). Several years later they got married, and they recently had a child by the name of Remian: the most adorable thing in the world, if you ask Remil~ However; he recently was asked to guard the Fledgren representative, and had to leave their son in Jharia's hand for now... Though it pains him to be away from them, he's determined to earn enough money to take care of them all... And he hopes to come across them again soon!
Other: Remil has a photographic memory, and can recall events as if he had just seen them seconds ago. However, his memory is also rather selective.
Username: Toxias
Name: Isabelle Fortuna
Appearance: Isabelle
Race: Human (Mostly)
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Neutral
Class and Rank: Class: None Rank: Princess
Abilities: Isabelle can speak to animals and ask them to do her bidding like her mother can. She also has spastic random telekinetic control. However, her most prominent powers are the powers to see auras, sense danger, and feel/see emotions. Her senses are also increased greatly, and she can stop mind readers from accessing her mind.
Weapons: A small knife and her fists
Character Bio:Isabelle was born when her mother was only twenty, inside the castle with a great mage-healer. It was a smooth delivery and Isabelle’s black eyes had soon been curious with everything in sight. Her mother, Guinevere, loved her, almost as much as she loved her husband, a Clarivian noble that would help perhaps someday tighten relations between Arpa and the Clarivians.
However, it was not to be. Isabelle was only three when her father died in a brief battle with the subjects of the Shatir. No one knew that the Shatir were rising at the time. It was one of the few “test” raids the Shatir had sent up to assess the might of the new races. Guinevere was crushed, and she loved her daughter all the more, who was beginning to feel quite smothered, even as a young child.
Later on as the old king died, Guinevere assassinated the Princess, taking her place as the new queen. Isabelle herself felt no change in her lifestyle partly because she was still young and partly because she had already been living a very royal high-class life.
Guinevere raised Isabelle alone and taught her many things, except how to fight. It wasn’t a forbidden subject, but Guinevere never got to doing it. As Isabelle grew up, the sense that she was being too contained and shut up began to irritate her and she took to wandering around a lot, especially around animals.
Now Isabelle has a lot more free rein because her mother is always occupied with something. She likes living as a royal, although she’s not a person that would take advantage of that. Unlike her mother, she dresses rather plainly. She’s a sort of rebel now, since her mother was so protective in her earlier life.
Other:N/A at the moment
Username: Kyorina
Name: Jharia (Ya-ree-uh) Raenulf (Ray-nulf)
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Jharia Raenulf
Race: Clavirian
Gender: Female
Allegiance: I care not for the war waging between the forces of 'good and evil': I care only for my country of Vyra, and for my newborn son.
Class and Rank: Class: Sniper -- Rank: Mercenary
Abilities: As a Clavirian who is, well, partially rabbit; I can speak with the animals of my species, namely all types of hares. I'm rather agile and have sensitive hearing as well, but what did you expect? I am a rabbit...
Weapons: I'm not really one for hand-to-hand combat: I prefer to remain hidden and pick foes off one by one, with traps or my bow... I have a small dagger, just in case, but I rarely ever use it...
Character Bio: Like herself, Jharia's parents before her had been mercenaries that traveled the world over a number of times. The clan of rabbit-like Clavirian are known for being overly-paranoid and prefer fighting from a distance over close-range combat, and it was from her parents that she learned the art of traps and archery. Though paranoia can sometimes be a tactical advantage, allowing one to think of all worse possible outcomes and think up a strategy to combat it, it was also because of this trait that Jharia's parents died... Or so she guessed. She couldn't be sure: she wasn't there when they died. She had been twenty years old at the time, and had already left her mother and father to make a name for herself.
It didn't take her long to get over their death, though; she had never been one for dwelling on the past. For many years after that, her life had been rather uneventful: saving princesses, assassinations, exploring mysterious dungeons... The usual mercenary stuff. Until, of course, that one 'life-changing' event everyone comes across at some point or another came along: for her, it was a commission to kidnap some Duke's daughter. (Hey: not everything she does for money is justified!) The job had gone well enough at first: she certainly managed to kidnap someone... But she shortly discovered that the person she had captured wasn't her target, but rather another mercenary who had been posing as her target!
He--yes, he--had been hired to protect the duke's daughter; and though the two of them started as enemies in that whole affair, they got along quite well! Jharia's client ended up getting caught by the authorities, and as soon as the two mercenaries no longer had to think about killing each other they introduced themselves. He was a human from Arpa by the name Remil Hawthorn, and from then on the Clavirian suddenly found that she had a partner. The two of them more than often traveled together; and it didn't come as a surprise when, fours years later, they had a child that they named Remian*. Two months have passed since then, and Remil is away for the moment to take care of a commission while Jharia takes care of Remian.
Other: Though she has long since made a name for herself and a mercenary, she is often associated with her parents' fame: they weren't pushovers, after all! It annoys her when people hear her say her name is 'Raenulf' and think not of her prowess, but of her mother or father's... With a few exceptions being people who had known them. Her husband, Remil, is away at the moment; but he will probably be coming back soon.
Username: JasonAves
Name: Jason Aves
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Jason
Race: Fledgren
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Ashnar Alliance
Class and Rank: Class: Soldier Rank: Sergeant Major (Top NCO)
Abilities: Jason has six pearly white wings protruding from his back and a wide range of other physical and mental adaptions for flight. He has a very basic and currently difficult to maintain control of the basic elements and can transform his arms into them.
Weapons: A large longsword that he wears in a vertical scabbard on his back, reinforced vambraces for defense, a staff that extends to length worn on his belt, and two boot knives.
Character Bio: Jason was a sergeant in the Fledgren military before the return of the Shatir. After which, he quickly made his way through the ranks to his current position as Sergeant Major. He is not an officer, but he is certainly not a grunt.
Other: Jason has a deep love for music and often visits the nymphs to listen to their art.
Username: II Intoxication II.
Name: Echo Shin.
Link to Appearance / Description of Appearance]: Echo Shin
Race: Clavirian.
Gender: Female.
Allegiance: Ashnar.
Class and Rank: Spy / Seeker (finds out information about the rival's tactics or plans of action).
Abilities: Incredible speed and aim.
Weapons: Carries a small silver dagger just in case.
Character Bio: Born into the highest ranks of Clavirian's, Echo was always well-known by all half human, half animals, and even feared by some. When she turned twelve, her way of thinking and approaching things became opposite of what her parents wanted. Her parents being two highly ranked Clavirians, helped keep their race under control- forced most of the time. But Echo didn't like the way that they kept their share of people "in line". So she did what most wolves would do to gain leadership of a pack. She killed them both during a winter night. From that night on, Echo thought that the Clavirians would thank her, and even worship her. But they were angered by her sudden motivations, most wanted to kill her for ending the lives of a lord and lady, but instead she was merely banished for years. Echo understood the consequences of her actions, and went along with the punishment- thankful she was not killed. At the age of 21 she returned to her homeland, and was re-accepted into the society. Though she has been accepted, it has been kept a secret from most Clavirians other than the elders. She is to be under a low profile- fitting her job as a spy perfectly.
Other: Wolf form
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