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Name: Beatrice Anaya

Age: 19

Class: Sorcerer

Race: Human

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Beatrice is very fun loving and hates rules that restrict her. She very heavily believes in living life to the fullest and doesn’t let others tell her otherwise. She can be a bit flighty and sporadic at times, since she enjoys doing new things and living in the spur of the moment.

Appearance: Beatrice is light skinned, has green eyes, and has slightly longer than shoulder length, wavy reddish-brown hair. She wears a loose-fitting, sleeveless, scarlet dress that goes down to a little bit below her knees. The skirt section of her dress is very flexible so that it doesn’t get in the way. Additionally, she wears combat boots and has a dark, crimson cape just for the sake of awesomeness.

Backstory: I came to be upon this world like a normal human, by being born, duh. My parents were both skilled sorcerers, so I was also born with an aptitude for magic and the like. I lived a fairly peaceful life with my parents until the age of 16 when I was recognized as an adult and a true sorcerer. After having lived in the same village for 16 long years, I became quite bored with the scenery and decided to leave in order to go exploring and find new places. Then after 3 years of mostly aimless wandering, I eventually arrived in Karthos.

Spell List:

Level 0: Ray of Frost, Daze(M/E), Light(M/E), Mending
Level 1: Magic Missile, Color Spray(M/E)


Feats: Eschew Materials

Name: Blade

Age: 16

Class:Cleric

Race:Human

Alignment: Unknown

Personality: Blade is a kind young man who cares for others more than he cares for himself. His upright and positive attitude can usually be the life of the party however Blade himself have secrets of his own that none have yet to be known about. Also he does have his times where if he is pushed to the limit then it be a way suprising side none would have wish to have got him angry in the first place.

Appearance: Long Blue Hair almost touches his butt, Wears A luminate Blue robe with matching shoes, gloves and a hood, Blue eyed and slendor body build.

Backstory: Born in the unknown land of Atlantis Blade of the guardians is about to embark at his own Journey to become guardian of the earth. His Mother , Father and older brother told them they too had to go on a journey on their own to unlock their abilities and now he must do the same. With some doubt and a heavy heart blade goes begins his journey to fnd the meaning of his existence and hopefully unlock all his powers. He stumbles now on a smal village of Karthos. Where he encounters 3 other strangers, are they friend or are they foe? the story shall now unfold and be told her.

Name: Lazere Neyadis Deshlet

Age: 112

Class: Ranger

Race: Elf

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Lazere is quite the social butterfly, always very open about herself with others. However, when on a hunt, her personality becomes very stoic and focused. She will become completely silent for as long as possible, tracking long and hard to find her prey. Once the hunt has reached the crucial point, she will not tolerate ANY interruption in her kill. If she has enough to drink, she has been known to be rather loud and obnoxious, but is still a very social woman.

Appearance: Lazere is a tall elven woman with long, pointed ears sticking through her long grey hair. Her face is often set in a stern look, one that only melts when the time for relaxation is at hand, and her sharp amber eyes are often spoken of as “soul-piercing.” She has a lithe frame, one built for speed over power, which is covered by a set of skin-tight leather armor. Her arms are average-sized, with just enough muscle to pull back her bowstring and hold it for a minute or two while she aims; her legs, however, are thick with muscle built up from years of running long and hard, often spoken of to be the time she chased after her familiar to make him so. From her right shoulder to her left hip, she has a strap on which her bow and quiver are carried when not “on the hunt.” Around her neck is a leather collar, its design elven in nature but seemingly holding a hidden meaning, as further suggested by her refusal to remove it under any circumstances. The collar has a D-ring in the front, though it bears nothing upon it. Her wrists and ankles are adorned by what are, unmistakably, shackles. Each wrist shackle has two chain links dangling from them, while the ankle shackles only have one link each. Her skin-tight armor hides a great secret: a tattoo across her shoulder blades branding her a monster. None of her exposed skin bears this brand, for she fears others’ reactions to it.

Back Story: Lazere was a normal elf girl until age 108, when she was walking home from the market. She was grabbed roughly by a group of older elves, both male and female. She was cited as a threat to elf-kind, and deemed a monster. She was stripped of every possession she had on her, given the strange collar and chained to the wall via metal shackles. She cried out to the elves, begging them to see that she was not a monster, she was normal like them. Instead, they beat her into submission. She awoke to find her shoulder blades aching. The shackles were still on her limbs, but the chains were broken save for a few links. She looked around to find herself lying in a forest, all alone; they had branded her and left her to die. She wandered the forest for several days, unable to find sufficient food or water, before stumbling across a lone male wolf. Starved to the brink of desperation, she lunged at the beast, hoping to either miraculously kill it or be killed to end her suffering. Instead, it retaliated enough to pin her to the ground. It growled menacingly at her, and she let out a sound of fright. It could have killed her then and there, but did not. Rather, it got off of her and urged her to follow it. She did so, a light shining her heart as she gazed upon the wolf’s cache: food, a clear spring, and shelter. Despite the odd pairing, the two become partners: the wolf teaching Lazere to hunt and fight. At the age of 110, she left the forest for the first time in two years, the wolf at her side. Lazere the huntress and Feryan the wolf have traveled the world since. Now, two years later, the pair have arrived in Karthos to “face a greater challenge,” as Lazere puts it.

Name: Caitlyn Aveline

Age: 20

Class: Paladin

Race: Half Elf

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Despite past abuses, Caitlyn is a rather lively and cheerful person. Despite her devotion to her cause, she is more than willing to step back and enjoy life once in a while. She's more than willing help others in need, especially when people are being oppressed or taken advantage of. When she fights, she becomes flooded with firey ardor, determined to protect what she cares about. She is loyal to her friends, and doesn't tolerate people trying to push them around.

Appearance: Caitlyn has long, flowing, firey hair that always seems to dance behind her when she runs or charges. Her eyes are a deep orange amber that compliments her ginger hair. She has a thin build and fair skin, standing a little shorter than the average human. When dressed in her normal clothes, she looks rather cute and hardly dangerous. Dressed in her armor, however, and she looks like a radiant knight, unwilling to yeild until her duty is fulfilled. She wears a set of half plate, adorned with mantles of her order, displayed proudly in orange, red and white, the metal of her armor forged from a silvery, radiant steel. She wears a half helm, leaving her face visible, though her disarming visage becomes replaced with noble dignity.

Backstory: Caitlyn began her life as a slave to a wealthy man in a distant land. She mostly served for domestic duties, though she was occaisonally called on for other roles. Her owner was abusive, as one would expect, and treated disobiance, or anything that might have resembled it, quite harshly. She was quite often beaten down, but a flicker of spirit refused to die. On her 18th birthday, she had a strange calling in her dreams. It was a feeling of the divine, offering her a new path. Bolstered by her heavenly ally, she chose to fight back. Grabbing the top of a wooden barrel, she fashioned an improvised shield and set off. She was met in her escape effort by five gurads armed with batons. The biggest and burliest rushed her, swinging the cudgel. Caitlyn raised her shield, her motions guided by what could only be described as instinct, defleced the blow, and punched the guard in the face, staggering him back. She spun around, assulting the guard thrice, the blows landing on his temple, ear, and throat, a barrage that slayed him. the other guards dropped their jaws, looking at her in dismay. They ran away screaming, an action that summoned her master, a mage who often did deals with demons. She rushed at him with zealous fury. He tried to hold her back with a barrier, but she managed to reach him, slamming him in the face with the side of her shield before the spell was complete. The blow sent him to his knees. He opened his mouth to utter another spell, but this was silenced by a punch from Caitlyn's open hand, knocking the mage on his back. Caitlyn took his knife and stabbed him in the heart, slaying him. Taking some coin, a backpack, and a horse, she rode off to new horizons. After discovering her calling, she felt a new perspective, finding life and her newfound freedom to be quite enjoyable. in the next major city, she bought herself her signature armor, a sword, and a real shield, though she keeps her improvised barrel shield as a momento, and loves telling it's tale to bards eager for the history of travelling mysterious, firey haired waif. Karthos is her newest destination in her travels, hoping for great adventure and the opportunity to fight for good.