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Name: Sa'avant
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 22
Occupation: Thief

Appearance: ((Picture)) Sa'avant's height and build are average at best, but his athletic nature is apparent in his lean body structure. His hair is a pale, blueish color that seems to shimmer when the light hits it. A black mask covers his eyes, glowing softly where his eyes should be, hiding them from the world around him. Hanging from his neck are two necklaces: a black studded collar and a golden chain and pendant depicting a sun with a face. His chest is bare, and his arms have only a single golden band that wraps around each. His garb is completed by plain black pants, his feet as bare as his chest. Hanging from the belt at his waist are a small pouch and a dagger. Carried in one hand is a staff, as tall as himself, with a symbol in its top center similar to that of the pendant on hanging from his neck.

Background: Once an orphan, left on the doorstep of a monastary devoted to Pelor, the sun god, Sa'avant's only posessions were a blanket and a quickly scribbled note, "Son of Avant," hence his name. The monks took in Sa'avant, but the boy was more trouble than he was worth and at the age of ten was thrown from the monastary to fend for himself on the streets.

The streets were a dangerous place and Sa'avant found that his case made no aception for that rule, especially at night. Joining with a band of thieves, Sa'avant learned their trade and found his dexterous nature a blessing in this field of work. His apprenticeship was short lived as he left the guild in search of his own means.

Now fifteen years of age, Sa'avant was living well enough as a thief. It wasn't until he tried to steal the purse of an old, grey haired man that he was caught. The man turned out to be a wizard of sorts and took the boy under his caring wing. As unusual as this may be, the wizard saw a special gift within the boy that would lay dormant unless fostered properly. Given time, the boy excelled in magic pertaining to illusions and was adequete in the more simple conjurations of fire, water, wind and earth. Any other form of magic, if present, was weak at best.

Five years later, Sa'avant set out on his own once again. His master had gifted him with knowledge, skill, and a staff depicting the same symbol as his pendant. The years away from the streets were not enough to keep Sa'avant from his thieving ways however, and he returned, now armed with his newly found magic to aid him.

Special skills: Dexterity is his most outstanding trait, and it shows in everything he does. His movements are fluid and seem to have no beginning or end. He is skilled in thievery and all that it requires as well as magics, focusing on illusions but adequate enough in other forms such as simple conjurations.

Additional information: Sa'avant is cocky, smug, and enjoys laughing at other peoples expense. He has the innate ability to laugh in any situation and takes life as a big joke. He holds within him the knowledge of his two greatest fears: captivity and meeting his birth parents.

Name: Pierce Lockheart
Gender: male
Race: Demon/human
Age: 21
Occupation: Wandering Entertainer

Appearance: Pierce stands about 5' 10", he wears a shirt that is a patch work of many different colors and shapes of cloth. Really it looks like some body collects a bunch of scraps of different colors and different meterials and sew each scrap together and made a shirt. The colors ranges from browns, greens, blues, reds, yellows. Though his pants don't quite look as put together, one the front of the right pant leg is brown leather, and the back is a light yellowish cotten cloth. The left side a solid tan, but for the few leather patches to cover up some holes. With a skin tone that praticaly speaks, "I've never been pale" its a even nearly golden tan this he got oddly from his human mother. With dark black hair that falls to his shoulders in feather soft waves. Using a cord of leather to keep it held back in a pony tail. Midnight blue eyes staring at you but always seemed to never really see you, but look through you. Unfortunately for this demon half breed, he inheritade a problem from his father that his mother was a carrier for, the in-ability to see colors. He can't, maybe the only few colors that stand out the most to him is either black and white. Anything else is either a blurr of different shades of grey or some times he could see even the fiantest details that people who could see in color might be over looked.

Background: Pierce Lockheart, a young fine male, cheerful and likes making people cheerful lived a fine life, better than most anyways, no elaborit devistating background for this young man. With perants most supportive and still well alive and living contently together in the country side, believing that they already have everything in the world, and they used their money on things that would help their son become what he has always wanted. A wandering entertainer, some one who could go all over and entertain people and bring a smile to their faces. Preforming plays, music, muiscals. Poetry, telling stories, even showing off his riding skills and how well he can shoot targets... Thats really the only reason why he has those spiecal skills because people found it entertaining.

Special skills: Pierce went to a schooling that teached how to be a bow-man, and he also went to spiecal classes to be a rider. And after the classes he kept on practicing on his own, riding horses, and once a dragon but nearly killed him self on the last session. He can hit anything whether it is moving or still. Or at a large distance or close up, and even he can get moving targets and still targets thats place is in the water as long he can see at lest the shadow if the creature. Often using this as a way to catch his food as well.

Additional Information: People who complaine about other people. Loud and annoying females, gossip, gossip about him, people who stare at him, Porage with out surgar and milk. Loud crying babies, loud crying girls and men. People being sad. Nagging people, people who mope around too much. There seemed to be no explination for any of these odd quirks, at least not that he can explain.

He's afraid of spiders because often when he was younger, he ended up getting chased by the really big ones. And dogs, well he just doesn't like those creatures, no apparent reason either. And water, nearly drowning often when his father insisted that he learn how to swim, and still he doesn't know how. At a young age he dubbed water to be the source of evil and as far as he is willing to go in it is waist high. Once he fell from the roof when he was helping his father patch it up, and also dubbed high places as evil. And blood just creeps him out, and the same with being alone in the dark.

He loves colors because he can't see them. So far he associates Green with the feeling of grass, and brown as the feeling of dirt and mud and trees. Blue as the feeling of water. And yellow the feeling as sun flowers his mother grew. Orange and red as fire. And black as the darkness of night. And so far those really only colors he could think of. Well, he likes things that catches his eyes, and seeing something with a lovely and diffacult looking pattern really is pleasing to see for him. Even if he can't see the colors.

Entertainment is his game, if you can entertain someone with out harming the person or your self he's all game for it. And plus music always seemed to help him calm down, his mother often humming or singing around him. To make him sleep, or to calm him down when he fell. Or when he woke up from a bad dream and talking wasn't getting through to him.

He's always been able to please his perants, and often that made him proud and happy to do so. And, this soon etched into his idea of what he wanted to be, a wandering entertainer, because then. He could make more people happy, his perants told him that spreading this good talent would be a wonderful idea. And he took it to heart.

Name: Erik Bosawn
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 21
Occupation: Entertainer/Helps out at the local Herb shop, for the superstitious. Works with Medicine.

Appearance: Tall, but not too much standing at 5'11. Excited white eyes, not pure white as in no pupil but cloudy enough of a grey to seem that he didn't have an actual color in his eyes, brown hair- usually covered with a blue cap. People say he looks like his mother, but he wouldn't know. She died in the winter when he was only eight- Carrying his younger brother or sister with her. Hollow cheek bones and white teeth, he was quite gangly and boney, he hated his features but he knew he wasn't horrid looking.
Dressing boredly in a pair of black pants and a brown sweater, he always carries a small necklace around his neck directing to the month or date at the time.

Background: His mother married his father three years before he was born, they were happy for eight years and then his mother got pregnant- that's when the harsh winter came, it was cold and most people didn't survive, two of them his mother and younger sibling. He lived with his father for two years after that and then moved in with his grandmother at the age of eleven, helping her out at her small cottage out eight miles away from town. The towns children said she was a witch- A small woman with blonder hair then you would ever see and blue eyes as amazing as the cold water. She taught him from home, everything he would need too know, including how to read and write. She also made him help her with her 'potions' and 'spells'. He wasn't sure if they worked but all of the women from the village and kingom surrounding the town believed in her so they went to her. She was their medicine woman, their curse woman and their mother away from home. He didn't live splendidly, but his houses were always cleaned and well kept- When his grandmother died when he was sixteen he took over her small cottage and continued her work.
Unfortunately with the king, his father was sent to work away from him and he hasn't seen his dad in over ten years. When he was thirteen years old a bunch of the guards of the castle came to him while he was chopping wood and abused him in more ways then words can describe.

Special skills: Is good with medicine, herbs, Powders and drugs. Can use his telekineses a little bit but not for a long period of time.

Additional information: Has a fear of the dark, when he was two years old he was pushed down a well behind his house and was stuck in it for almost ten hours. Also Claustrophobic and very very Obsessive of having things clean.

Name: Ylin
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Early twenties
Occupation: Bard

Appearance: Willowy and delicate Ylin stands a little less than 5’4” in height, her black hair falling almost to her knees when left out, although she prefers to keep it plaited as it is wont to snare and tangle. Her skin, yet unblemished, it milky pale to the extent it can turn to a sickly pallor when she over-exerts herself. Her eyes are white with blindness to the extent that while she isn’t completely sightless, she sees in only very minimal shades of grey and black. Generally she wears robes or gowns in shades of lavenders and azures, and she finds the loose-fitting garments to be more comfortable in her first trimester of pregnancy.

Background: Blind at birth, Ylin grew up in a respectable manor on the outer farmlands of a city, the daughter of a notable scholar and his wife. She first showed signs of possessing the gifts of an empath and musician early in her childhood. Her father afforded her the very best tutors, proud of her skills, and she learnt to project emotion through her songs using empathy. Not content to simply sit at home, she left home with her parents’ blessings, a hefty purse and a bodyguard appointed by her father. Matters concerning her pregnancy stay between her and her appointed keeper, Mithras. They have an understanding which, over the years has developed beyond words into a steadfast friendship.

Special skills: Ylin is close to becoming equal to Master Bard had she been trained in a guild. Her skills with a harp and lute are extraordinary, as is her strength as an empath, though more often then not she only uses the latter with her music.

Additional information: As her pregnancy progresses, it seems that she is affected by her empathy. Whenever she picks up on a very strong emotion it was sometimes effect her own emotions and she can go from content to vengeful in a matter of minutes. It’s an obstacle she’s finding harder to deal with over the past few months.


Name: Mithras
Gender: Male
Race: Part drow, part wood elf
Age: 207, but physically he’s in his thirties
Occupation: Mercenary and bodyguard

Appearance: 5’8” tall and well-built most would think twice before offending Mithras’s charge on looks alone. Dressed in black or grey garments with his blades mounted on his back, his dark skin and white hair indicate his drow blood, but his green-grey eyes bespeak a pureblood. White lines trace over his skin that, upon closer inspection, can be seen to be raised, much like scars.

Background: Mithras was brought up in slavery to the drow, barely making it out of their territory alive. Already a skill arena fighter, he made it for his first few years of freedom as a petty, low-paid mercenary helping to guard paranoid traders and their wares. Although he applied to many guilds and the like, none wished to take him, prejudice against his elven blood. He would have remained a guard unless an old mercenary hadn’t taken a chance on the youth. Many, many hard years of training proved him to be a resilient fighter, and his was given his first charge. At first he refused to go, affronted that his mentor thought him incapable of anything but guarding a blind wench. He would have still thought that had his charge not proven to be as she was, indifferent to his race and excellent conversation. He remains protective of her, and takes his duties seriously.

Special skills: He is a skilled swordsman and has first-hand knowledge of the drow language. He has a little knowledge with herbal healing, but has nothing in the way of magic.