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Username: Nogitsune of the Void
Character Name: Zuret Brutum (Zur ∙ ray brew ∙ tomb )
Character Age: 27
Character Gender: male
Role in the story: Mercenary
Abilities he/she have: Slight of hand, hand to hand combat, multiple weapon training, metal forging, and leather working
Powers he/she may possess: Hyperkenesis, heightened senses, blood magic(more of sensing blood and flows of it, create blood mists etc.)
Weapons he/she have: gauntletx1, punch daggers x2, throwing knives x94, bow string x6, re-curve bow x1 and heavy tipped arrows x54, Bo staff x1,darts x50, and sword x1,
Their personality: Can sometimes be pretty quiet. Zuret likes to observe and make a mess while working. Known to be brutal, when not paid, and sometimes while working depending on his mood. Loyal to his word, his employer, and those close to him, if he says he'll do something, expect it done. But do to his generally serious nature, he expects the same in return. However, there is often a method to his brutal madness, and there is a lighter side to his personality. Cold, logical, and calculating, he looks at problems from as many angles as he can. Quick thinking.
Their history: A vagabond since he was 12, Zuret spent much time learning his trade on the road, from family friends who took him in after his family was killed in a raid. Having no loyalty to any country, Zuret simply wanders where ever money and the winds carry him. Constantly wandering, he was able to learn many different types of weapons.
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Character Name:Marcello Ambel
Character Age:25
Character Gender:Male
Role in the story: Freelance Assassin
Abilities he/she have:Marcello is trained to blend in to crowds and shadows and to think before he strikes and has the knowledge to make poisons from plants.
Powers he/she may possess:Inhuman speed, agility, and reflexes.
Weapons he/she have: 1 longsword, 1 long knife, 1 hidden wrist blade, 1 cross bow, 20 bolts, and 5 throwing knives.
Their personality: Despite his occupation Marcello is actually a rather nice guy. Almost always polite and kind and always willing to talk to people who talk to him. He believes that there's no quicker way to get yourself caught then to act like the typical assassin.
Their history:Marcello was born in a country far to the north, almost completely isolated by mountains and heavy snow storms that lasted nine months out of the year. He was the son of the master of an assassins guild, and as such he stared his training as soon as he was able to walk. For thirteen years he trained almost not-stop and honed his skills to near perfection before he was seen as ready to go on missions. Five years later tragedy struck as his guild hall was burnt to the ground with most of the guild members still inside, which included his father. After leaving the country with the last surviving members of the guild they all went their separate ways. He wandered across the land for several years trying to make up enough money and trying to find a suitable location to restart his guild. His journey has now taking him to the kingdom of Völsung.
Other Info: Do to his inhuman speed, the amount of training he has done with it, and the extreme gravitational force that the inhuman speed put on his body, the density of his bones have increased tenfold and the muscles, though still lean, have been strengthened to near superhuman amounts. Taking both of these factors into account, his weight is about double. Roughly 360 pounds on his lean 5'3" build.
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Character Name: Dirge Clades
Character Age:19
Character Gender:Male
Role in the story:Ex guardian for the princesses of old, now a armorsmith once ordered to leave, then being cut off from those he was to protect.
Faction:Svarro
Abilities he/she have:He has a unique way with just about every weapon you can find, and he has a knack for learning through sight, ear, and through sheer will when it interests him enough. He can wear heavy armors without being encumbered by its weight, to him, it is almost as if he is wearing nothing at all.
Powers he/she may possess: He can solidify his soul into anything he wants it to be. This includes armor, weapons, anything. Yet this does not come without cost, and it is used to the point where it is near non existent to ensure he isnt noticed, because with an ability like that, you can easily gain attention that you do not what.
Weapons he/she have: He prefers a greatsword of his own forging, it is the size of his body, including height. When the chance strikes him he will most likely turn to twin blades, spear, or ringblade. Though his greatsword is always his main selection.
Their personality: Once, he was an outgoing and energetic man. Even when he was a guardian. Yet upon what he takes on as failure, he feels he doesnt deserve that happiness. He has a rather morbid sence to him, but his childlike sence of humor still lingers around him almost unknowingly. Though on the surface, all you can see is a battle hardened man just trying to get by.
Their history:Once a Norn, he was raised by his father to be the perfect raider. However, their ship was burned down on sea, and he awoke, finding himself on shore. He wandered, eventually being able to make use of himself by doing favors for the guard, and as he got older he began to forge more weapons and armor, the sword he made for himself took months, he wanted it to be specified for him, so he may use it efficiently and speedily, while keeping the benefits of a powerful weapon. When he reached the age of 17 he was allowed into the guard, then soon became one of the few guarding the princesses. Unortunately, when the invasion struck he was ordered to back up one of the entrances, when he got there the guards were already dead, and the invasions success was ensured. He was struck by fear, and ran. He has never forgiven himself, and drowned his sorrows in an annual drink at the local bar. He has heard various rumors, both saying they lived, and that they died. Yet he dared not seek them out, how could he show his face to them after such betrayal? Still, if the chance comes to fight for them agian, there will be no chance he would run, and he would fight even if it meant his death.
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Username: Amie_Mourna
Character Name: Fenris Amaya Beaumais (Feh-nn-r-is Ah-my-ah bow-may)
Character Age: 21
Character Gender: Female
Role in the story: Princess
Faction: Svarro
Abilities he/she have: Fenris has an amazing knowledge over plants and how to make deadly drinks for those people that she doesn't like. She also has extensive knowledge on animals and how to hide amongst the forest. She also has good fighting skills from her "friends."
Powers he/she may possess: Control over air
Weapons he/she have: Two fans to hide her face but have hidden compartments with blades in them, a dagger, and poison.
Their personality: Fenris is generally quiet but she can be quick tempered and easily voices her opinion when it isn't asked for. Even though she's like this she is a bit of an introvert. Socializing isn't exactly her forte and she is easily silenced by the presence of men since she is, for the most part, intimidated by them. This doesn't mean that she would let anyone walk over her. She would give up her life for her family and adores her older sister Luna, well sometimes. After all, sisters don't always get along. However, she would gladly treat someone to a cup of tea if they threatened her family. She enjoys getting to know people and is generally easy to get along with.
Their history: Fenris was born into her position but gained much disapproval when she went on doing things like running into the forest and not following the rules provided, but she didn't care. She has a strange thing on her forehead, or at least that's what the maids said, but it was just something that happened one day. It always glowed when she used her power. Not good when trying to plan a sneak attack, but oh well. She loved her life regardless, that was until her father was dying and upon his death something horrid came and took over. She wouldn't call the man a person, because he seemed incapable of having a heart to her. So she called him a thing most of the time. She ran away with her sister and knows of her sisters plan to join with the Svarro and agrees with her although she is very wary. But being the tom boy of the two, she doesn't mind being allowed to kick a few butts.
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Username: El Asker
Character Name: Elwyn Rivea Blackwolf (Elle-win Riv-ey-uh)
Character Age: 24
Character Gender: Female
Role in the story: Huntress/Ranger, Alderan's sister
Abilities he/she have: Camoflauge, Archer Mastery, Wood-working and Fletching, Trapping, Duel-Blade Skill, Stealth Mastery, and Lockpicking Mastery.
Powers he/she may possess:
Eagle Eye: She can see farther than the average human being, making her arrows very, very deadly.
Intense Training: Her agility, strength, and endurance are abnormal compared to the average human being.
Shadow Blending: She can blend with the shadows and manipulate them.
Weapons he/she have: Long Redwood Bow, Black-Shafted arrows with blue feathers x50, Two Moonstone-forged swords, and Throwing Knives x20.
Their personality: Usually calm and collective, Elwyn doesn't let anything get under her skin that easily. She's protective, helpful, and kind when needed and is the strategic one of the two siblings.
Their history: Life seemed simple enough. Their home was in a forest just outside the castle. They had good farmland, the river flowed right next to the house--which was more of a mill--and no one bothered them unless the Blackwolf family was needed. Their mother taught Elwyn how to hunt and master her archery skills, which were above average. Those 22 years living in that mill were the greatest years of Elwyn's life...then the tragic attack began.

Averic and Elnari, the parents, were called to the castle for immediate help. While the mother, Elnari, got the innocent to safety within their homes, the father, Averic, fended off the dark knights as best he could. But in the end, the father was slain. The mother shot arrow after arrow, hitting the knights, but not causing them to flinch or hesitate. She was slain within moments after her beloved husband's death. Word of their death reached Elwyn's ears, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not enter the castle. It was as if some invisible force was blocking the way. Elwyn decided to hunt in the surrounding forest instead, even though there wasn't much game to be had. She didn't know what she could do against the Evil King, but she was not going to bow to him or his evil.
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Character Name: Alderan Ivarus Blackwolf (All-dur-ahn Eve-ar-us)
Character Age: 26
Character Gender: Male
Role in the story: Hunter/Ranger, Elwyn's brother
Abilities he/she have: Archery Skill, Smithing, Camoflauge, Two-Handed Blade Mastery, Stealth Mastery, Pickpocket Mastery, One-handed Mastery, and Blocking Mastery.
Powers he/she may possess:
Intense Training: His agility, strength, and endurance are abnormal compared to an average human being.
War Cry: His shouting is loud and scary enough to submit weaklings into surrender.
Berserker: When injured thoroughly, he lets out a powerful shout to get his adrenaline going. He goes into a fighting rage and doesn't stop until his last enemy is killed...then he drops to his knees from exhaustion.
Weapons he/she have: Steel Greatsword, Ashwood Longbow, Wood-Shafted Arrows with Red Feathers x80, Spiked Shield, Moonstone-forged Blade.
Their personality: Calm and observant, Alderan doesn't make any moves out in the open unless it's on the battlefield. He plans and strategizes, but not as well as his sister. He is also protective and helpful, but he brings the hammer down on those who truly need it.
Their history: Alderan lived in the mill with his parents for a good 24 years before the dark attack. He learned the ways of the warrior from his father, Averic. His mother taught him how to fire a bow. He wasn't as skilled as his sister, but it was enough to hunt for dinner or for bandits that attempted to do anything stupid. Normally, they wouldn't.

After learning of their parents death, Alderan tried his best to keep a calm head around Elwyn. But she, as usual, snuck off into the darkness, attempting to avenge them. It wasn't long before he found her, standing outside the castle. When he tried to get in, he realized that he couldn't. Alderan was the one that convinced Elwyn to remain in the forest--or what was left of it. Even a few years after the attack, the forest still remained a somewhat peaceful place. It just has more bandit raids now.
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Character Name:Prince Galen
Character Age: 15
Character Gender: Male
Role in the story:Prince
Faction: Beginning of Our Era
Abilities he/she have: The boy is quickly learning tactics and politics; he is skilled in the art of swordplay and hand to hand combat, having a natural fighting ‘gift’. He had been trained by some of the kingdom’s most skilled fighters and absorbed it like a sponge. He is good with a bow, though he couldn’t call himself a ‘master’, and is fairly versatile in knife throwing and combat with a dagger. He is an excellent rider and does some hunting, though his ‘father’ would prefer if he remained somewhat near the castle.
Powers he/she may possess: Accelerated regeneration, Umbrakinesis, enhanced physical strength, speed, stamina and senses.
Weapons he/she have: Sword, Long bow and arrows, and a small set of knives
Their personality: Galen is a quiet firm boy. Stubborn, ambitious and eager, he does everything in his power to excel. He is very loyal and has a fairly good understanding of people. His rather rough childhood taught him to be cool headed and not lose his temper, though he can occasionally have outbursts. He is shy and somewhat insecure, not really comfortable delving into his emotions. Galen plays the coll headed thinker to offset his shyness. He demonstrates a rather unique proficiency for tactics. He often hung around the adults silently so as not to be noticed and picked up much useful information. The polar opposite of his adoptive father in this regard, he affects an attitude of indifference.
Their history: Galen was the child of a seedy affair between the aged king and an ambitious countess. The woman was determined that the king should marry her, and declare Galen as his heir however the king was not about to spurn his bride for the young countess. The queen was old, certainly and was expected to die within the course of three years as her heart was ailing her. However, the king wanted the affair to remain in secret, at least until his bride passed away. However, the king would not consent to give the young boy the throne, saying that the eldest one had already set her eyes on it. Galen had few if any memories of his father before the attacks. The man gradually saw the boy all the more infrequently than he already had (in order to not arouse suspicions). Believing him to be using her, she forbade him from seeing her son. This deeply hurt him as the man was the first to show him any visible signs of kindness without so much as a pitying glance.

His mother died of a sickness that swept the village when the boy was five. He was sent to live with his uncle in town, but the man didn’t particularly like the boy and felt him a burden, though the man did his best to make the boy feel at home anyway. Most boys had no hope of future prospects or inheritance without some sort of title. Yet, he decided (rather innocently) he would become a knight. Galen was just old enough to learn a trade and the man pressed the boy learn one as he hadn’t any lands of his own and he obviously couldn’t feed the boy forever. All Galen could say was “I’m a prince, not a servant.” His elder cousins took offence to this and were a source of constant torment. He didn’t like fighting with them, “noblemen didn’t attack peasants” and tried to go to the uncle for help which only made it worse. It wasn’t long after this that the attacks swept the village. They were in the square when it happened, when the king’s body was hung up in the air for the nation to see. The boy knew who the man was, but it was one of those things that are obviously a secret.

Of course it didn’t take long for the rumors of a “illegitimate hair” to circulate now that the king was out of the way. Unbeknownst to Galen, a party was on its way. The boy had been cornered for the last time by his cousins, this time making fun of his mother, his very patient temper snapped. In a blind rage, He lashed out in anger as thick darkness encased about the boy’s vision. His hands grew black with a thick smoky haze as his powers manifested for the first time. When his vision cleared, he buried his cousins up to their waists under the cobblestones of the city streets. He felt someone standing behind him. Of course he was scared out of his wits at what he’d done. Out of some reckless burst of ‘courage’ or (more likely), left over rage, he decided he wasn’t going to panic and run. He turned on his heel to face what he thought was his uncle and found himself gazing into the eyes of the new king, a man who would become his future mentor and ‘father’.
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Character Name: Azazel Baal (Ah-zay-z-el BAhl)
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Role in the story: King
Faction: Beginning of Our Era
Abilities he/she have: Sword fighting, poison collector, insanity
Powers he/she may possess: Dark Magic
Weapons he/she have: Katana, whip
Their personality: Cold, cool, and collected. You have to be when you are reestablishing a kingdom. Evenly tempered, even when angered. He is heartless when it comes to people around him, though will put on a facade of caring if it will benefit his needs.
Their history: Born the third son of four to an evil king, he was told he never would be king. He quietly sat in the background as his father told him over and over that he would never become anything of use. One by one, his brother's took ill and passed, leaving him in position to be the next king. His father told him that his youngest brother would be king before him. The next day, both the youngest son and the king were found in their beds, their hearts ripped from their chests.

Never amounting to anything? He was placed as king, but that wasn't good enough. There was a pleasant kingdom not far away. Flourished and what not. It was pathetic of simple they seemed. He sent his father's most cruel knights to storm the kingdom. To leave blood and destruction in their wake. As he followed behind, he could not help but marvel at their work.

He nestled himself in the throne of the dead king and looked over the two kingdoms he had gotten at such a young age. He had treaties worked out with the lands around him. Each throwing up their hands at how violent he and his knights were and not wanting to deal with him. Leaving him to do whatever he wanted to both kingdoms. However, mysteriously, his father's kingdom burned to the ground. A tragic turn to say the least. This left Völsung to face his full attention.

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