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Name: Lord Raven Orion
Race: Escaran
Age: Around 11,597, appears to be in his mid-late twenties
Appearance: Raven 1, Raven 2. While Raven has a large amount of political power, he does not like being seen as a political advisor, but rather wishes to remind those around him that he was trained in the way of the warrior. His appearance reflects this. He has somewhat hard features, though not as hard as most veterans with his experience in battle. He almost always wears the same combination of clothing. He wears the finest of tunics, with elaborate gold detailing. His pants are also of great quality. He wears black boots, with greaves that are usually attatched to the front with hidden buckles. These are micronithium with gildings in golden micronithium. Over the tunic, he wears armor that indicates his rank. The armor consists of a knee-length scale hauberk, the scales pointed in the tradition of dragonriders rather than rounded "fish" scales of cavalry, reinforced with breast-and-backplates as well as overlapping horizontal plates making a plackart. The scales are golden micronithium, and the plates are silver micronithium with golden micronithium trim. Over his armor, he wears what looks like a coat, slightly longer than the hauberk, but with short sleeves. This is trimmed in fine gold trim. The trim, while actually embroidery, looks like metal, as does the trim on his tunic. This coat is also of the finest material. He wears a micronithium vambrace and leather fingerless glove on his right arm, and Nedian's inhibitor gauntlet on his left arm. Over all of this, Raven wears a black cloak, trimmed in the same manner as the coat and tunic. This is of a high-quality material, but is also worn by non-royals. While all of the garments look unsuitable for the elements, they are all made in the manner of the Escaran Bladelords. The clothes are warm in the cold, and cool in the heat. They also are extremely sturdy, suitable for anything from thorny thickets to rocky mountains, and everything in between.
Personality: Quiet, mysterious, often pessimistic and cynical. Raven, however, is still kind at heart.
Alliance: Lionia
Occupation/Training: Warrior
About: An Escaran lord, Raven is an incredible warrior and mage...few of his enemies survive in battle. His grandfather, Oltimare Orion, was a master of ice magic, who reached a legendary status through experimentatino with Ice magic, esspecially Whitefire and Eternal Ice. Whitefire is a fire that is white, and cold. It does not consume, but rather freezes. Eternal Ice is simply ice that does not melt. Raven's father was Zypher Sincol Orion, one of the Four Dragoons that worked to end the first Dragon War. Both his grandfather and father were killed as a result of Delenian schemes led by Telverai. Raven proved himself to be extremely skilled from an early age, defeating his first teachers at the young age of one hundred. It was clear that he needed to be taught byt he best, and thus he was sent to Akimoto first, then later to various masters of strategy, including the Bladelord of the Desert Wolf, Imalad de'zul Lasilaia. He was even promoted to the rank of Bladelord, being granted the title Bladelord of the Twilit Moon. Raven was once the ruler of House Orion, but gave his position to his brother, Aust Orion, because he felt his place was better for serving, not leading. He became a wanderer, but the mannerisms of his postion sometimes still arise. After some time, he returned to the leadership ranks of House Orion, serving as the general of the entire Orion military. He chose some of the best warriors and generals, and thus was able organize the military in a way that allowed him to lead in the way he knew, while allowing those who knew best what each group of warriors needed to do for victory. He has put himself in charge of the dragonriders, which are mostly trained in Mithalas Keep. For the most part, however, he is not one of the generals who sit on the back lines. In a major battle, Raven was heavily wounded, on the verge of death. A dragon he had raised, Chaos, was also dying on the battlefield. In return for life, and greater strength, they shared their life-force with one another, allowing them to survive, and end the battle victorious. Now, he and Chaos are bound in life and death. They are a deadly team, who inspire fear in the enemies when they stride upon the battlefield.
Weapons (If applicable): The living sword Nedian(Pic 1,Pic 2), and the living bloodsword Nedaka(Pic 1Pic 2) (Both can change forms)
Magic (If applicable): Any, favors Ice, Gravity, and Chaos Manipulation
Other (Position, achievements in guild, etc): Heavily influences the Orion leader, who is a member of his family. Raven follows the Way of Twilight. Founder of this guild.

Name: Arobul de Grorim (Ah-row-bull day Guh-roar-eem)
Race: Escaran
Age: appears about 37
Appearance: He is tall and shows a spare tire or two from slowly gaining weight after being noncombative for several years. Arobul has silvery hair is almost shoulder-length and pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, the shorter hairs coming loose and hanging around his face when he is emotional. His wings stay concealed the majority of the time. He wears a dark blue tunic and black pants, an almost white cloak, and gauntlets and shin-guards polished an icy sheen. Arobul is blind in his left eye, so it is a fainter shade of blue-gray than his right.
Personality: He tries to be calm and in control, but it occasionally will come off as cold and uncaring. Arobul doesn't show any positive emotion when he is serious, sometimes he sounds downright angry. On the other hand, when he is in a good mood his laughter tends to echo with humor.
Alliance: Arcana
Occupation/Training: Mage (in combat and for extensive study) and Archer (for hunting/sport and for combat when magic just won't do)
About: Arobul was a mage medic in the Arcanan military from the age of 14 to 30. He grew up easily in a well-to-do family and joined the military as a way to escape the life society seemed to have planned out for him. The quiet life was never his cup of tea, instead preferring to work for his keep and fight ever now and then. Now semi-retired from the Arcanan Defense, due to a blinding injury that hindered his marksmanship, Arobul is able to enjoy life for what it is. He travels now and again, but occasionally has to spend months home with his wife. She puts up with him.
Weapons: Arobul carries a simple longbow, a sheath of arrows and a knife for close range fighting. The arrows with white fletching have enchantments on them, the arrows with black or gray fletching are just arrows.
Magic: healing, ice/water
Other: he's not so much of a religious man, but he prays to the Oracles of War and Peace and does as they command, when it suits him

((Ugh, I feel horrible for abandoning the guild and Arobul like I did. I'm back and finally joining the game. {6-21-09}))

Name: Iman Laring
Race: Escaran
Age: Looks 18
Appearance: Iman
Personality: Strong willed and intelligent, Iman has a determinate mind and a powerful thirst for knowledge. She never stops getting new ideas and just wants to learn more every time. Overall respectful and disciplined, giving up on something she said she would do isn't an option for her.
Alliance: Aurelia
Occupation/Training: Aurelia Scholar/Mage
About: A prodigy of her area, Iman proved to be a great addition to the group of top mages of Aurelia. Her researches have been praised by elder mages and recommended more than a couple of times.
Weapons: She carries a long magic wood staff that follows her every command; from changing shapes, to becoming a weapon and of course, spell casting.
Magic: She specializes in fire and experimental magic; her father was an Alchemist, so she has a lot of respect for the branch and combines her experimental magic with a lot of elements she picked up from her dad.
Other (Ideology/religion, position, achievements in this guild, etc): Way of Star and Moon.

Name: Orcus Fieres
Race: Escaran
Age: 31
Appearance: Orcus is a grown man with a heavy build. His small gut is unnoticeable until after a good dinner when he parts his robe and lists his shirt to pat it. His darker complexion and heavy cloth robes give him all the appeal of an aloof, dark stranger without ever having to be. His dark hair adds to his appeal, it being a black as jet in reflection of his eyes gives him a sense of pride in being unique.
Personality: He is very lighthearted and loves to joke but he pulls out all the stops when a friend is hurt in any way.
Alliance: Delenian
Occupation/Training: Freelance Hunter
About: Orcus was born into a poor family of few people and soon none. He was sent to a loving orphanage where he learned to be a true man. Growing up hunting for food gave him his sly cunning and his will, but his ability to hunt also ave him a little bit of a belly. getting down to it, he learned that being pleasant was the only way of getting work and so he tries his best to keep a composed and otherwise happy demeanor to him.
Weapons: Orcus carries a sword-topped halberd, like a broad and very long spear tip of sorts. A beautiful wakizashi also composes an important part of his arsenal as it's one of the most important tools of his vocation. Fifteen small throwing knives of full-tang steel decorate crossed sashes and a leather belt.
Magic: Orcus is a frequent user of very small magics. Nothing outside of the usual bursts of fire or sparks of electricity. The one bit of magic Orcus has worked on over the years is a one-man teleportation spell that engulfs the caster in ethereal fires. While this spell can be assumed for use with multiple people, it is a very difficult thing. Orcus' own rule of thumb is: "If it weighs more than three fourth my weight, I shouldn't even bother."
Other: Orcus prefers not to speak of his biases around anyone to keep from influencing anyone's opinion whether it be for the better or not. this is something he has learned from years of presiding over forests and woods of all kinds where nothing was imposed. He learned that everything was as it should be and that he had no reason to throw that out of whack.