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[Basic Info]
Name: Jagger Green (A Known b*****d's Surname of those born in Alexandria)
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: December 14
Appearance:
Jagger is never seen without his double draw string leather pouch, equipped with various items, and the butchers' pouch strapped securely around his waist containing miscellaneous knives. A second belt is strapped around his waist, and it holds a longsword which was given to him by his foster father, who said, that it belonged to his true born father, and that the sword had been called, Soulbane.
Personality: Free-spirited, reckless, and adventurous, Jagger knows no bounds. But because of that, he is easily susceptible to manipulation, and gimmicks, because he isn't very well versed in affairs of logic, or intellect (and as such, he cannot read.) Regardless, he is as loyal as any could be, as honest, and as brave, but often times, his overzealous ambitions proves that he is better off alone. He doesn't care what he has to do to get what he wants, even if it means going against everyone to do so. He has no honor, and because of it, is not bound to any strict code of conduct, he lives for himself, and does what he wants, when ever he wants to, regardless of who says otherwise.
Back Story: Jagger's youth, is a story he prefers to keep closely hidden. He is the illegitimate son of King Mahrah, but he knows little about the man, save for that one simple detail. He never knew his mother either, save for her voice, because she fell very ill while he was still a baby. When she died, his father, the king, had instructed him to be left in the care of a trusted friend, an old butcher, where he began to learn the trade as an apprentice. Oddly enough, his foster father passed away when he turned sixteen, and for the next year, he spent it freely; taking up odd jobs, or exploring the large city to his hearts delight. No sooner then his first week of freedom, Jagger found himself in a dilemma. A wandering brigand of thieves had been hiding in the forestry, the very same forest he set forth to explore in hopes of hunting down a boar, but no sooner then he found himself lost, the thieves had found him. Out of no where, a wild stallion fell from the heavens and trampled the lot of thieves but no sooner then it had appeared, however, the stallion flew off without a word. Ever since, he told himself he had simply imagined the entire scenario.
{HomeTown}: Alexandria

[Battle Info]
Class: Summoner
{Summons}: Anderath [Djinn]
{Skills}: (a) Hunt; (b) Slight of Hand; (c) Charismatic
.{S.a: } Able to hunt, fish, and trap animals, flesh, and cook them
.{S.b: } Easy to conceal items; useful for stealing, poisoning, and gambling
.{S.c: } Can charm himself out of almost any situation, and sometimes even haggle with prices



{Name}: Anderath
{Class}: Djinn
{Element}: Wind
{Appearance}: Anderath
.{Type}: Beast
{Gambit}: Virtually useless in battle, Anderath is best left for quick escapes, diversions, or swiftly reaching the wounded. He cannot speak because he is a beast, and often times, it can be a challenge to understand his plans in dire situations. He works well under stressful situations, can be a bit lazy, or haughty, as his respect is hard to be earned. But, there is one oddity to Anderath, the moment that his summoner, Jagger, finds the will for battle he will be summoned only once, to the boys side, and will stay beside his side faithfully until the quest ends and there after, can be summoned upon will.
{Skills}: (a) Flight; (b) Smokescreen; (c) Wind Manipulation
.{S.a: } At Anderath's disgression, he can take flight at any time he pleases
.{S.b: } A thick veil of smoke forms upon will, but will linger naturally if not swept by the wind
.{S.c: } Depending on the wind formation, strength, and direction, wind can be manipulated to perform certain feats

[Basic Info]
Name: Daphne “Nightshade” Irluna
Age: 25
Birthday: Unknown
Appearance: Daphne is 5’9, and weighs 139 lb. Her hair is a silver-white color, and has the appearance of being as short as a boy’s, until one noticed the thick white braid that neatly coils down her back, out of the way, and usually covered by a wide belt strapped on her back. She has a tattoo that covers her entire right arm. She is most commonly seen wearing thigh-high boots, belts encircling them, strapped with pistols, throwing knives and poison needles, as well as a leather top and bottom. The belt that is strapped on her back carries an assortment of objects, including a katana, and a quiver filled with poison-tipped arrows. She wears a long black cloak to cover it all.
Personality: Daphne is cold, heartless, and doesn’t care about anything or anyone. Her main focus in life is money. She will do anything, kill anything, if it meant she got paid. She is considered one of the best assassins in the country, and her fame precedes her. She is haughty and rude, and isn’t one to “talk things out.” She doesn’t think twice about murder, either. She doesn’t know the person, so she doesn’t care.
Back Story: Daphne was born in Serrucia to a family well-off. They weren’t nobles, but they weren’t poor. However, she was born as a freak of nature, an albino. Her hair was pure white, her skin paler than normal. Her parents were disgusted by it, but tried their best to ignore it. Finally, they couldn’t stand the ridicule they received because of her, and sent her away to live in the mountainous forest bordering Serrucia. She was 14.

For three years Daphne fended on her own, trying to survive in the wild, until she was picked up by a man passing by. This man taught her to fight, to kill, all the while nurturing her growing hatred for those who put her in this position. To her, it wasn’t only her parents, but the whole world. It was whatever supernatural phenomena caused humans to exist at all. She would have her revenge. Soon her emotions faded behind a mask of coldness. When Daphne was 17, confident that she had learned all she could from the man, she killed him. She went on to sharpen her skills, becoming a killing machine that all would fear.

As the years went by, she became known as “Nightshade,” a deadly assassin who never lost a single target. Rumors spread that she was a ghost, with pale skin, white hair, and red eyes. No one actually knew what Nightshade looked like, because those who did generally were the ones who died by her hand. The ones who hired her rarely ever saw her face, adding more to the mystery of who Nightshade was.


{Hometown}: Serrucia

[Battle Info]
Class: Assassin
{Weapon(s)}: Hidden Blades, Poison needles and arrows
{Skills}: (a) Invisibility (b) Stealth (c) Deadly accuracy (d) Fighting (e) Agile
{S.a: } She can blend in to her surroundings with ease.
{S.b: } She makes no sound whatsoever when she moves.
{S.c: } She can hit any target within her range spot on.
{S.d: } She can fight a man her height on par with little effort on her part.
{S.e: } She is as agile as a monkey, and with flexibility beyond that what is normal.

{Name}: Tau
{Class}: Avatar
.{S. Set}: Physical
{Element}: Holy/Chaos
{Appearance}: At a first glance, one might mistake Tau as a desert dwelling savage; almost naked, save for the fur briefs, knee high sandals of straps and leather, and a lion skin that he wears at all times. The hood of a large beast, draping from his head to the backs of his knees, may appear to be a trophy of a past hunt, yet the fur shines with a divine aura like no other lion indigenous to the desert. The form he takes, in the eyes of mortals, is that of a man; heavily muscled, olive skinned, and standing at a proud height of seven feet. By human standards, Tau is attractive with his high cheekbones, wide set jaw, fiercely leonine eyes of amber, and flaxen mane of wavy hair--hidden beneath the hood of his lion skin. Upon his hands, his fingernails are elongated and hard like diamonds, easily giving him away as a beast avatar to any observant summoner. Tau's true form, however, is in fact the skin of the lion he wears upon his back. When Tau transforms, the fur envelops his large frame and he becomes a lion with a large golden mane and shining sandy brown fur riddled with shimmering flecks of gold. Very few have seen the vast desert lion, yet there have been whisperings of it for the past two hundred years.
{Type}: Beast
{Gambit}: In battle, Tau can summon two blades; the sword of daybreak and the sword of nightfall. The swords are vast and curved blades, as long and wide as a large human's arm, one white and the other black. He has an enchantation to summon and dispel each blades. Tau is also capable of joining the swords at the pommel, creating a longer dual bladed weapon. Aside from his speed, power, three deathblows (listed below), and prowess with his summoned blades, Tau is also capable of shifting into his true form during battle.
{Skills}: A; Nocte Exilium. B; Agone Aurora et Opacare. C; Devolvat in Leo Furor.
.{S.a: } Translating to 'Exile Night', Nocte Exilium is set into motion when Tau utters the enchantation and invokes an inky veil of binding darkness with his black sword. When Tau's prey is caught in the web of darkness, the power of daybreak is channeled into his white sword as he dashes through the black veil as its sole beacon and harbinger of death--delivering the final slash and banishing the darkness.
.{S.b: } Warfare, Dawn and Dusk; the translation of this deadly enchantation. When Tau utters the words, and combines his weapon, the battlefield becomes engulfed in an illusion of the blackest, most beautiful, night where the moon hangs in the night sky with a heavy hue of scarlet. He leaps high into the sky, appearing to disappear into the red moon, coming down swiftly to drive the ebony blade into his prey. As he descends, dawn banishes the wicked night and Tau subsequently delivers a powerful burning slash after dropping down and delivering the first slash. As a result, the move finishes with an explosion of great force and blinding light as Tau juggles his prey in the air with the glowing end of each blade. In human form, this is Tau's most powerful deathblow.
.{S.c: } Devolvat in Leo Furor means to unleash the fury of a lion. When Tau shifts into his true form, he is able to purge the energy he has built up from wielding his blades during the battle. As a result, he is capable of firing a devastating double helix of black and white from his large maw. The beam itself is testament to the union of light and chaos, as well as how one cannot exist without the other.