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Name: Darius Ketzer
Age: 26
Height: 6' 8"
Weight:250
Religion/Moral Code: Doesn't worship a particular god. Believes in enlightenment.
Occupation: Soldier for hire.
History: He was the son of a famous sculptor from his homelands. His homelands went to war. He was young and able bodied. So he went to kill in his king's name. Well his army lost. He was taken prisoner. Then was offered freedom if he fights on their side. Did a good job, learned warfare. Eventually his army lost again. He lived. Became a mercenary and now just does odd jobs. He fights with either sword shield, or two handed blade. Strong,precise, resolved. He prefers his two handed sword. But wouldn't be caught in mass combat without a shield.
Personality: Like that of any man who kills for a living. He tries to mask his depression with acting happy quite often. Yet he is drawn down by the weight of the souls of the people he has killed. He likes to drink, he likes women. He likes telling stories. He likes keeping his mind off the battles to come.
Appearance: He is tall, muscular from years of fighting and training. His skin is bronzed from the sun. His body has many little scars. He wears simple boiled leather armor. His hair is brown and shoulder-length. His eyes are green. He is not handsome, but not ugly.
Symbol of Glory: The Third Eye
Username: Unspeakable Omega

Name: Grundus Mordina

Age: 36

Height: 6’6”

Weight: 186

Religion/Moral Code: Truth

Occupation: Blacksmith

History: Grundus’ father’s father’s father’s father was a blacksmith, and so every child born into the family became blacksmiths. Grundus lived happily with his father, he learned secrets of his family’s trade and when his father died, he took his place. Grundus fell deeply in love with a woman named Jornida. After fifteen years of marriage the two were not able bear a child, but finally after all of this time she is with child.

Personality: fun loving and social able, protective.

Appearance: Tall and muscular, he has a slight balding spot in his short brown hair, and his eyes are as blue as the sky. He has a scruffy beard that comes three inches off his chin. He wears rough leather pants and a light cloth shirt. His arms and fingers are riddled with burns and niches from his work.

Symbol of Glory: The retriever

Username: ruggaboo35

Name: Aurica

Age: 20

Height: 163 cm

Weight: 43 kg

Moral Code: Although her morals adapt to the circumstances, she is generally seen as kind.

Occupation: Merchant

History: Aurica grew up as an only child, which fueled her desire to mingle with others that were her age. She loved playing games, especially ones pertaining to the art of make believe. Unlike most girls, she wasn't fond of being the princess that needed saving. Instead, she likened herself to being the one who was in everyone's business, since she loved gossip. Even as she grew older, her interests didn't seem to change, and so she aspires to become a traveling merchant. How else would one get to hear numerous, exciting tales?

Personality: She is a very lively person who would rather hide behind jokes than be serious. If someone does something that offends her, or that she deems 'terrible', she can become rude and aloof.

Appearance: Although she looks a bit frail at first glance, that is not the case. Being a merchant means that she has to haul various items around, which eventually helped improve her stamina and give her a bit of strength. She also chooses to sit in the shade instead of the sun, so her skin is a bit fair. Her light brown hair is often tied off to the side (and goes down to around her elbow), and her eyes are a hazel color. Since she makes clothing out of spare fabric, her attire changes frequently, but always resembles something like a dress (since she thinks that this is the easiest to move around in).

Symbol of Glory: The Fool (Tarot Card)

Username: La Divina Tragedia

Name: Aliana Shilling

Age: 16 (We need us a youngin’.)

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 110

Religion/Moral Code: She doesn’t have a religion, and doesn’t believe in any sort of higher power, though if asked about her religious beliefs by a particularly pious person, she’s likely to simply tell them what they want to hear in order to stay out of trouble. Her morals revolve around being kind to others and doing her best to maintain a peaceful environment. At the same time, she holds utilitarianistic views—that is, she aims to do the most good for the largest number of people.

Occupation: She was recently hired as a tavern maid. She’s also been visiting the town healer lately to learn some basics—some basic first aid comes in handy when the occasional fight breaks out in the bar.

History: Born to a peaceful family. A mother, a father, an older brother. There was very little conflict, and even fewer financial problems. Her mother is the daughter of a rich merchant, and her father is a fairly successful fisherman. Because of her father’s business, she’s known Kristalia for quite a while—in fact, Aliana has always admired her, but has never gotten around to actually meeting and befriending her. Her brother, 22 years old, was on his way to taking over the business for his father, but was tragically one of the people that went mysteriously missing. Either Aliana or one of her parents is usually in the search parties because of this.

Personality: Aliana is what one would call “mellow.” While she is capable of being loud, she prefers not to—she is also capable of being a leader, but is very content being a follower. She prefers to devote herself to being kind to others. In an argument, she is more likely to shrug and tell the other person that they’re right, regardless of whether or not she thinks so, because she avoids conflict if it’s at all possible. Her calm, caring demeanor contributes to this—she’s a rather soothing person to be around. She is compassionate and loyal, finding something to love in everyone and never turning against someone she loves unless it would greatly benefit many other people, and she still would not do it without great remorse. She comes off almost as fragile, but is relatively resilient, and she tends not to be too emotional.

Appearance: Tall and skinny. Her skin is not quite tan, but still has a bit of a glow to it, that shadow of a tan that comes with spending a bit more time indoors than out. Her hair is brown, not particularly dark or light, just right in between, though it’s quite short and just a little shaggy. (Think pixie cut, now grow that out about two and a half inches.) Her eyes are fairly large, deep and honest and brown with a definitely visible red tint, with dark eyelashes of just the right length and thickness—definitely her best feature, if it had to be named.

Symbol of Glory: A white, downy feather.

Username: bundlesofjoy



((As I always say, if there's anything anyone doesn't like, just tell me, and I will gladly change it to something more agreeable.))

Name: Lucrezia LeFaye
Age: 24
Height: 5'9
Weight: 150 lbs
Religion/Moral Code: None, though she believes there is something more out there than what we see.
Occupation: Takes in clothes to mend
History: Lucrezia's father was a blacksmith, and her mother died in childbirth. Her father had a problem with alcohol and often squandered whatever earnings they had. Lucrezia often took in clothes to mend and wash in order to make ends meet but her father drank those away as well. When Lucrezia was 19, her father had borrowed money from a local merchant Elgar LeFaye, and could not pay it back. Elgar coveted Lucrezia, desiring her for her beauty and her father struck a deal that Elgar could have Lucrezia if his debt was erased; Elgar agreed and Lucrezia's hopes and dreams were destroyed. She lived a miserable life with Elgar, as he too was a drunk and seemed bent on destroying himself and Lucrezia too. She spent her days going through the motions, and contemplating suicide. Her father died two years after her marriage to Elgar, and Elgar died three years after that; he had fallen down the stairs in a drunken stupor. Despite being free from the abuse inflicted upon her by Elgar, Lucrezia was alone and her past still pained her. She still takes in clothes, but she has begun to daydream a lot more; it helps her escape all of the pain.
Personality: Very withdrawn and distrusting. She views everyone with a wary eye, as though they could hurt her at any moment. She does have a certain jaded sense of humor, and is quite intelligent and imaginative; Lucrezia often thinks up stories as she goes about her day.
Appearance: Lucrezia has long, glossy black hair that falls in thick waves. Her eyes are a greyish blue, and her skin is quite pale as she doesn't leave the house very much. Her back has a few scars across it, as her husband had taken to beating her with a belt in his drunken rages. Her body is tall and voluptuous, her curves in all the right places.
Symbol of Glory: The High Priestess (Tarot Card)
Username: Lucina Noir

Name: Sebastian Michaelis
Age: Twenty-one
Height: Five foot, nine inches
Weight: One hundred and fifty-five pounds.
Religion/Moral Code: He believes that in life one must first look after themselves, then look after others.
Occupation: Bandit
History: Sebastian lived a normal life as many others had before him, that is until the age of five when out around the town with his family bandits killed his parents and took him. At first Sebastian would try to run from them, trying his hardest to get back to his village, but after so many unsuccessful attempts one learns to not try anymore, and at the age of seven he quit trying this altogether and began to try and settle with living his life with the bandits and as one of them. Due to his charming personality, and his humor, he found it easy to live with the bandits, all of them taking a liking to the child, but Sebastian kept his hatred for them deep down. Unlike the rest of the bandits, Sebastian was naturally intelligent, able to learn many things quickly, including how to fight. At the age of twelve was his first time going with the bandits on one of their raids, he hated it, but he realized that if he was to escape them he must act like them. At the age of fifteen he began to show an interest in practical jokes, amusing many of the bandits with his jokes on the others around him. While many of the bandits he played them on began to slowly dislike him, some of them even physically punishing him, most of them usually just laughed about it or ignored many of them seeing as none of them were life threatening. It was like this that he grew up, living with the bandits and going on their raids with them in hopes of finding a way to escape life with them. Now at twenty-one, the bandits still enjoy his company, finding his humor, sarcasm, and charming personality enjoyable, but Sebastian still looks for a way to escape this life. To find something more.
Personality: Although he hates the bandits, Sebastian has slowly become like them in some ways. He's conceited and narcissistic, finding himself the most beautiful thing the planet has blessed itself with. He's sarcastic and impatient, but the impatience could come from the fact that he is also hyperactive. His biggest advantage over the bandits is his charm, letting him make friends and allies easy, and making it easy to persuade the bandits into letting him do things they normally wouldn't allow, including his practical jokes on the others.
Appearance: As a man, Sebastian is quite feminine, earning him some slight ridicule from the bandits he lives with, but it doesn't bother him. He's fine with this. He knows what he looks like, and compared to the other bandits he could pretty much be a god of beauty. Well, that could be taking it to far, but he is quite handsome, even with his feminine qualities. He has no trace of facial hair, unable to grow so much as a dusting on his chin, and his chest is the same. As for his muscle build, it doesn't look like much but that is because he's slender. In reality, he's quite strong for being as small as he is, but then he has to be. For only the strongest survive with bandits.
Symbol of Glory: The Mirror
Username: Joey Insanity

Name: Tamaro Ikthari
Age: 21
Height: 6'0" (hunches at 5'8")
Weight: 153lbs
Moral Code: He used to believe in truth and goodness and that there was something watching over everyone, protecting the weak and punishing the wicked. He no longer believes this. Currently, he has no strong moral convictions. His motivations are simply to do what he feels whenever he gets the notion. Still, he does have a measure of pragmatism and sense.
Occupation: Cobbler
History: Tamaro was a simple boy born a cobbler's son and fated to be a cobbler as well, and though he did become quite a good cobbler in time, his life was not without its share of setbacks. Tamaro's father, and his only parent since his mother died giving birth, killed himself when Tamaro was only ten years of age.
No one, not even Tamaro, is sure why.
Tamaro refused to be shuffled around the other families and knew enough about the trade already to get by as a cobbler. Getting by was all he really did. Tamaro lived alone and poor. Most of the time he had enough money to afford food, but sometimes he didn't.
There are many aspects of his life that the other townspeople were never aware of.
Personality: No one knows what Tamaro is really like, and he seldom shows it. Tamaro has not spoken to a single soul in several years, and as a result he has become adept at communicating through gestures. Still, anyone that has dealt with him for a long span of time would feel he is polite and gentle, for a mute.
He has immense disdain for soldiers.
Appearance: Tamaro is not large or intimidating. He's rather scrawny, really. His complexion is fair, his hair is raven black and wild, and his eyes a pale blue. His skin is not marred by scars or blemish, however, so he considers himself fortunate for that. Some might think of him as handsome, others not as much. Regardless, he hasn't had much experience with women anyway.
He wears an old loose cloth shirt of grey, over which is secured a leather tunic. The sleeves of the shirt stop just below the elbow, and he has a leather wrapping around his left arm. Around the right are various baubles and things, strung through with a long cord. They can jangle as he moves the hand sometimes. His trousers are black and a little too tight, with holes worn in the knees. His stockings are mismatched as well, but his shoes are very nice at least. On his head he always wears a black cap, covering his head of black hair except for a few unruly locks that stick out.
Symbol of Glory: The Hanged Man
Username: Stray_Dog