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Gaia name:
Godoriko
Character name:
Throngar Balor
Age:
46
Sex:
Male
Race:
Dwarf
Class:
Mage. Sub-clas,s Chan-Mage
Occupation: (dayjob)
Professor of Martial Magecraft and Basic Elements (on extended leave)
Background sad optional)
Throngar's childhood can best be summarised as wiping his twin brother's s**t up. Always the maturer of the pair (not to mention the smarter), he spent most of his time breaking up his brother's brawls... if usually by brawling with Gorum himself. He also had to make excuses for his brother's numerous pranks. One particularly memorable incident occurred when Gorum swiped a potion Throngar, who even then was beginning to show an interest in magecraft of various sorts, had just brewed up. The unfortunate target of the hitherto untested brew was a maid in the household of none other than the Windonian royal family itself. Chaos ensued, Gorum vanished off just as Throngar arrived on the scene, one thing led to another... “and that,” as the future Mage would later say at the end of recounting the anecdote, “was how I met my first wife."

Sadly, it wasn’t to last, and barely out of their honeymoon to the beaches of Silmar the two quickly found they were largely incompatible – he a gruff man of learning, she, to put it charitably, a blonde (her hair was actually brunette, but that’s quite beside the point). Matters quickly deteriorated from there. Recriminations were swapped; pottery was smashed; lawsuits were only avoided by the absence of anything truly significant to fight a lawsuit about. It wasn’t pretty. However, the fiasco of the meltdown of his marriage did at last prompt Throngar to leave home and seek his place in the wider world. And so at the age of nineteen Throngar Balor left his native town of Windon of the dwarven nation of Gale for the the city of Krondar, home of the Beregos, the oldest and most prestigious order of Magi on the continent of Brim, their history running back to the time of the Fire elves.

There he began his apprenticeship. Before long, though, his temperament began getting in the way, for though next to his twin brother Throngar had always been known as the sensible, level-headed one, in reality he was still rather hot-headed and impatient by most standards. This caused inevitable friction with his tutors, mostly reserved and conventional intellectual sorts. Despite this, Throngar did show significant talent, albeit marred by his lack of concentration when it came to learning lengthy incantations, forcing him to rely mainly on either spell books or spells of different means of activation. When the time came for him to specialise, Radaho, a Gaian fire elemental who was by this point Throngar’s main tutor by virtue of being the only powerful Mage at Krondar who could not only tolerate Throngar’s impetuosity but was also able to curb it from time to time long enough to make his pupil actually learn some of the more complex parts of magic, suggested that Throngar become a Chan-Mage: the only order of Magi other than the various Clerical orders to possess skill in close combat, which Radaho thought would suit Throngar’s unconventional temperament and physique well. The price was that Throngar would have to sacrifice any other magical specialisation, or most of his skill across the board for a single specialisation. Throngar, however, eagerly agreed that this would be a fair enough trade and soon set out from Krondar for Mount Ejura on Curia, home of the Venerable Order of Chan-Magi, Practitioners of the Sacred Art of Geriatric Butt-Whoop and Senior Magic – to give Throngar’s new alma mater-to-be its full name.

Here, Throngar truly came into his own in realising his potential. In the wise but often quirky masters on Ejura, he found true kin on an intellectual level and his abilities grew rapidly. Within in ten years, five less than the typical fifteen, he had sat his final exam. He was now Master Throngar – Chan-Mage Who Can’t Decide, as was the humorous appendage to the title of any Chan-Mage master who didn’t specialise in his magic. Now, through promising to return in later life, he decided to go out into the world to practise his art.

His thirty-seventh birthday therefore found him at a well-paid teaching post at the Mage’s Academy in Berothir, capital city of the kingdom of Berethon, largest Gaian state on the continent of Curian and often said to be the most powerful in all of Endrax. This stability was not to last, however. On that very same day, the curse of his life came a-calling once again – Gorum Balor turned up in his brother’s office, bearing great tales of sexual escapades, a stolen holy artefact and several charges of treason... and a heroic quest to defeat the Blecks, a fabled race of demonic creatures who had recently begun to emerge from the shadows and terrorise the peoples of the world. Throngar was initially wrathful at his sibling, but after chasing him several times around the city and getting into numerous brawls which nearly cost him his position, he calmed down and realised the seriousness of his brother’s overall mission in come to him. Therefore, he agreed to help – and the following morning, the pair departed, taking nothing but their equipment and Alcharius, a mysterious, talking blue hat that Throngar discovered on his travels some years before, and who insisted on sticking close to the dwarven Chan-Mage despite their numerous disagreements...

Nine years later, having spent nearly a decade in encounter after brutal, bloody encounter, Gorum and Throngar are travelling through Curia once more. In the woods, they are soon to make a fateful encounter, though...

Homeland:
Dwarven city of Gale, in the continent of Brim.
Equipment:
- Wooden staff
- Spellbook
- Various spell-casting substances
- Alcharius (see above; currently in the possession of Jinx)
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Gaia name: Godoriko
Character name: Felix Marigold
Age: 42
Sex: Male (originally)
Race: Black elf
Class: Mage (Alchemist)
Occupation: (dayjob) None; does odd jobs if he needs to pay for anything
Background sad optional) Felix Marigold was born in Morstar, one of the few Black elf cities on Endrax, on the continent of Narga. A slight and at times somewhat frail child, he was nonetheless intelligent and selected at a young age therefore to be trained as a Mage. Though he had to overcome a certain degree of natural shyness and an innately cautious and risk-averse attitude at first, he eventually managed to excel at this. Whilst studying, he also came across the non-Magical sciences and was fascinated by them. For this reason, he went on to begin his voyage into the art - or science as he always preferred to think of it - of alchemy, the blend between magic and the natural sciences.

His tutor was another Black elf by the name of Zacharias. An aloof eccentric who didn't always see eye to eye with the rest of his kind, he was nonetheless one of the greatest minds of his people in his time, though also a loner who liked to travel around a lot. In this way, Felix ended up leaving home at the relatively tender age (for an elf) of 15; he would spend the next decade of his life wandering with his tutor, learning both from him and from some of the most well-known alchemists of the day, as well as certain not-so-well-known but equally talented ones. He met various other people on his travels, too; one notable meeting occurred when he came with Zacharias to the Arena on Brim, where he met a gladiator named Bryce Herald. After a somewhat humorously rocky start, the two went on to become good friends, meeting several times over the years to come.

At last, Felix finished his training and parted ways with his instructor. He continued to travel, however, as he searched for knowledge about his craft in more and more secluded and forgotten places. Although the entire field interested him, he was particularly fascinated by human biology. He had one ambition in particular - to create a Philosopher's Stone, the fabled item capable of, among other wondrous things, granting its user eternal life. The tale of how his chance to achieve his dream is one for another day; suffice it to say, however, than in the forty-second year of his life, after years of poring through ancient manuscripts, performing complex calculations and going through a process of frustrating trial and error, he finally succeeded. Triumphant, he ingested the material at once to reap its benefits, then out of sheer recklessness killed himself to prove its power. It was then that two things went wrong.

Firstly, although he regenerated, he could instantly tell that his creation was flawed. Gallingly, he was forced to come to the conclusion that, after a certain though impossible-to-determine number of such regenerations, it would break inside of him and stop working. This would bring his immortality to an end.

Secondly, and more shockingly, he woke up to find himself a woman.

As the months went by, he realised the pattern - not only would he switch genders from one to the other every time he was killed, but this phenomenon would also happen at random intervals, sometimes as close together as a week or two, others as far apart as a couple of months. Before he could go about rectify either of these problems, however, he was captured by the Blecks, a race of monsters with unknown objectives; he quickly deduced they had somehow heard of his achievement and desired his formula. And so he finds himself the Blecks' prisoner, travelling through the continent of Silmar...

Homeland: Morstar, Narga
Equipment:
- Notebook, containing useful alchemical transformations and the like
- Philosopher's Stone (ingested)
- Alchemist's Puzzle-box
- Dragon's Ruby
- Poisoned dagger
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Gaia name:
Inadriel
Character name:
Isilien Faelith
Age:
36
Sex:
Female
Race:
Black Elf
Class:
Mage(Elemental)
Occupation: (dayjob)
None (traveling scholar)
Background sad optional)
Isilien was born and raised in a small town in Curia. As soon as she was old enough, her parents sent her away to Silmar to study magic. The school she attended allowed for very little contact with her family, mostly on designated visitation days. One day, though, her parents stopped visiting. To keep herself from worrying she buried herself in her studies. As a result she excelled. Upon graduation, many of her professors speculated what she might go on to study, but she disappointed them all. Rather than continuing her studies, she left to return home. She need to find out why her family had stopped visiting.

When she returned to Curia, to the town she had been born in, she found only overgrown ruins. She searched and asked surrounding towns to find out what happened, but no one could tell her for sure. All that anyone seemed to know is that it was attacked. Traveling merchants had discovered it's smoldering ruins. Who attacked or why they attacked, no one knew.

Without a home and having already left the school, Isilien found herself with no where to go. Since that day, she has wandered aimlessly. She has continued her studies in magic on her own, seeking to perfect the elements she had learned.
Homeland:
Curia
Equipment:
A simple dagger, a bag with assorted mystical paraphernalia and a spellbook.
Picture/Description:
Picture coming soon

Gaia name:
LaCroix Barclay
Character name:
Rasputin Sarionovich
Age:
56
Sex:
Male
Race:
Gaian
Class:
Warrior, Sub-Class: Bear Cavalry
Occupation: (dayjob)
Butcher
Background sad optional)
Rasputin was born and raised in Narga, his parents making ends meat (NO IT SAYS MEAT COZ HES A BUTCHER ANDY DIDN'T MAKE A MISTAKE love Steve.) by working in the local butcher's shop. Rasputin's father owed some money that he coulden't pay back, the mafia wasen't happpy. Rasputin witnessed his parents death at the hands of theses criminals and he vowed that one day he would kill them all. Cut to two years later, Rasputin managed to keep his butcher shop running (barely) and had trained himself to use his meat cleaver not just as a tool but a weapon. Eventually Rasputin tracked down his parents killers and brutilly murdered them. There was a new special on the menu that day. One day when Rasputin was in the woods gathering ingredients a bear suddenly attacked him, lured by the smell of Rasputin's food, the two wrestled breifly before the bear gave up, and soon Rasputin had tamed it and named it stalin. Stalin was not only a relible companion but also a formidable fighter, amazed at Stalin's skill Rasputin founded the "Russian bear cavalry". Currently Rasputin is in the service of Bryce Herald and his party, cooking them delicious (and questionable) meals on they're long journey.
Homeland:
Soviet, Narga
Equipment:
A large butcher's meat cleaver, a cooking pot and spit,a meat hook and a cutlery bag.
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