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[You_Cant_Kill_The_Records]

Name: Deveraja "Devi" Agni
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Combat method & Weapon: Magic - (Magi-?)Sword
Appearance: Devi is sunny and warm terra-cotta skinned young man with a surprisingly thin, athletic-swimmer's build. His hair is a sharp, dark, coal or grease hue with a light sheen only seen at the strands closest to the crown-center. The slightly ruffled mop top is has the bulk of its man tucked back in a single dense, black, and knotted braid down just past his hip touching his hind. As far as birth marks are concerned, Devi has, oddly enough, two rather dark and feminine beauty marks just below and to the side of his left eye's bottom lid and single dot of another beauty mark on his right lip's very corner towards the nose.
When it comes to clothes, Devi is rather happy with the novice armor the guild gave him at inauguration! gray-metal chestplate, some solid fresh boots- but that shirt...coat...thing? yeah that short little thing needed replaced fast. A deviation from the norm, Devi sold the top of the handout clothes for an almost robe like top coat variation. He has it buttoned up, stopping at the belt to allow for ease of movement when fleeing and depending on the weather he might even keep the top 2 or 3 buttons near the neckline undone! Not that the latter would be even noticeable thanks to the tiny chestplate he straps to the front of the not-trenchcoat as if he'd never replaced the shirt to begin with.
Being the little idiot that he is periodically, Devi spent his first batch of traveling money on dyes to get his once brown-and-black digs to become an exotic shade of purple and royal blue instead.

Personality: Quite an extrovert, Devi is equal parts bold and overflowing in courage... except when no one of actual importance is looking. Truth to be told, the young man is unpredictably cowardly. He stands at the helm of being an absolute clod of a yes-man. He often ends up putting him in a position unable to deny a request, no matter the danger behind it. It would seem that while his mouth says "Yes" his body and brain are screaming internally "NO NO NO NO-". It's frankly difficult to tell how exactly intelligent Devi is with his track record for absurd plans. Not every plan is absolute insanity, but more often than not the plan of action leaves others besides Devi going "Why?".
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[Ravina Loki]

Name: Geiravor
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Combat method & Weapon: Melee; Battle Axe (one handed + throwable; good for smashing skulls as well as chopping wood)

Appearance: Staggeringly tall at 6'5" and built like a brick shithouse, Geiravor is perfectly matched for her job as a mercenary dungeon guide for hire. Her hodge-podged armor adds to her bulk which only leads her to further joke that she is half-orc or something to account for her size. Born in the wintery Northlands, she is perhaps the description of a northern girl (in the face at least) with milky, freckled-scattered skin, straw blonde hair tied in a thick braid on the top of her head with the sides shorn close, and blue eyes that could be accurately described as 'icy' in color. She walks the line of 'handsome woman' happily with such features along with high cheek bones, a strong jaw, a proud nose that has been broken once or twice, and full-ish lips. Of course with her profession in mind she is also covered in an array of scars and long-healed burns, many of which hide beneath her armor (and which she will happily tease anyone curious "might be lucky to see one day if they play their cards right"). One visible marker would be an all too noticeable burn scar that stretches from her right cheek back across what's left of her right ear and almost completely around the back of her head. Needless to say, it's quite the talking point and Geiravor is all too fond of having dungeoneering newbies guess at what beastie gave her such a prize. To date, she's happy to say, not a one has guessed right!

Personality: Personality as big as her self; bombastic and colorful but not without a savvy sort of razor sharpness to it. She might be playful but she's no dullard. A real go-getter. She is quick to smile, even quicker to introduce herself and always eager to ply her mercenary guide for hire trade. Bold and courageous but also a survivalist. (More will be added this is just me vomiting words onto a thing)

Biography: Geiravor was raised on the tales and legends of heroes and heroines. Monsters slayed, glory won, and everything in between left a deep impression on the girl who eventually grew up and made the choice to join a band of mercenaries to seek her own fame and fortune. For the longest time since that day she has been a loyal companion, taking jobs and fulfilling requests at the behest of her employers and the leader of her band. However, along the time the rumors of the treasure-logged dungeon started to spread, so too came word to Geiravor that her sister had been found to be a mage and accepted to study at one of the most prestigious magic schools in the country. With prestige came a hefty tuition fee and as supportive a daughter and sister she still was even from hundreds of miles away, Geiravor took it upon herself to shoulder the burden of that study cost. Of course, a mercenary's stipend hardly came close to covering the bill and so she opted to leave the company in order to seek her fortune in the depths of Casligate. It is here she has been since, seeking riches to send back home as well as eager parties of explorers looking for learned guides through which she can do the former. It's rough, it's dirty, and boy does it hurt - but for someone like Geiravor, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Extra:
--Lives at the inn when not in the dungeon. Could probably afford a house but also probably attached to the old place who knows.

--Absolutely NO qualms about eating monsters. Probably the first in her party to jump in for the best cuts and can rustle up some tasty grub besides.