Goal: To become one of the greatest mages in Istrea
Morality: Hero
Homeland: Erelandra Β Current Residence: Adyniel
Title: Junior Mage
Personality/Mannerism: Happy go lucky and always laughing, Alfie is a good-natured soul with no sense of evil in the world. He is innocent and naive and a daydreamer. He is comical and never takes things seriously. He is a jokster and prone to pranks on people he finds too uptight. When he finds a strong mage, he can become very annoying in trying to learn all he can to rise up the ranks to a full-fledged Master Mage but he has at least two incredibly difficult levels to master (Senior Mage & Apprentice Mage) before he gets there. He is ambitious in achieving his dreams and his determintion is one of his greatest skills.
Appearance:
Height: Four foot, 5 inches 4' 5"
Weight: One Hundred Twenty pounds 120 lbs
Personal Skill: He has eidetic memory and this even holds true when he hears people use spells. He also has the strange skill to master and redo spells cast on him, even those with no name or previous knowledge of how to cast them.
Least Favorite Food & Drink: Coffee Alcohol Game Meat Broccoli Cauliflower Mushrooms (allergic)
Likes: - Learning new spells - Writing new spells - Climbing trees - Travelling - Music
Dislikes: - People hiding things from him - People yelling at him - Being mature - Being in one place for too long - Hand to hand combat (he's not skilled at it)
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Special Tactic/Skills: He has the uncanny ability to know how to cast spells which have struck him, or even ones he has heard or seen someone else cast. This makes him very useful as he can master a spell he's been struck with easily and return it. He has a special rune embedded into his hands that allows him to redirect spells with twice the strength; a born trait from his father.
Battle Strength: His magic holds a lot of potential in strength, but because he is so young and rather inexperienced, he can freeze up where other mages take charge. He is prone to outbursts of magic when in an emotional state, something allies use as a trump card against enemies.
Battle Weakness: He is rather inexperienced in hand to hand combat and weaponry.
[ABILITY INFORMATION]
Special Abilities: Eidetic Memory - the ability to recall images with vividness bordering on actual visual perception; total recall. Telekinesis - he can move objects with his mind, but nothing heavier than 200lbs as it causes immense strain to the body. Dream Manipulation - he can alter someone's dreams while they are asleep before him. Premonition - this comes to him in his dreams and he cannot control what he sees and when he sees it. Astral Projection - he can project his soul to see and experience things almost like a ghost. He cannot travel more than a mile from his body and if his body is injured, the astral projection is stopped. Elemental Manipulation Spell Casting Potion Making Animal Summoning - he can summon many forest animals from drops of blood. He can also summon Frost Giants by burning his spilt blood, but only rarely as it is extremely painful to control Frost Giants telepathically.
[EQUIPMENT INFORMATION]
Clothing: Brown vest Brown and white hooded jacket with half-sleeves Black pants Black boots Red scarf Brown gloves
Battle Attire: N/A
Cherished Items: A staff made of Cherry wood adorned with sunstone (increases personal power), diamond (increases the properties of gemstones around it), and ametrine (strong in magical properties) around a smokey quartz gem.
Special Weapons:
Weapon Name: N/A
Weapon Background: N/A
Equipment: Travellerβs Friend- an enchanted bracelet with small trinkets; the trinkets are actually shrunken items he can carry with him without hauling them. The weight of the items in trinket form is that of a feather. Many travelling healers, merchants, and mages use multiple bracelets to carry their crafts.
[HISTORY]
Family Member(s): Mahthildis Euaristos Ainsworth - father (dead) Thora Tailine Ainsworth - mother
Friends: Mages of Erelandra
Enemies:Β Demons of Noeven
Romantic relationships: N/A
Religious philosophy: Angelic Gods
Political/social philosophy: N/A
Background: Whimsical and often lost in his head, Alfie struggled to make friends at the Mage Academy in Erelandra. He only wanted to travel the world as a high-class magician, not realising he needed to put himself into his studies. When his father became ill, this caused Alfie to take notice of what was important. Before passing, his father passed the family rune mark to his son, allowing him to have such potential for magic. Alfie did mature slightly after his father's passing, mostly trying to make him proud. He rose through the ranks and by the age of twenty-four he was growing in both skill and maturity. As his magic grew, so did his desire to travel the world. His teachers saw this and knew, inevitably, the only way for him to grow was to enhance his skills on the open road. They sent him towards Maeven to try and find a master along the dusty roads to mentor him.
Goal: The only goal a gypsy has is to life a fulfilling life off of nature surrounded by family and friends made along the way.
Morality: Neutral
Homeland: Gypsies have no homeland as they are a travelling community. Many claim their original origins come from the Baelian Islands or even Erowyth but nothing can be proven.
Current Residence: (See above)
Title: Jaelle the Tarot Reader Jaelle of the Divination
Personality/Mannerism: Seductive and sultry, she has a beauty that she exudes without trying. She is wiser than her years and mature beyond belief. She is kind, naturing, mothering, and patient. As a gypsy, she is one with the earth and as such feels a kindred spirit in those of Goleta, especially the Elves. She is always lost in song and dance and loves to sing to her hearts content. She is prone to wanderlust; a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world. She is driven by passion and emotion and will always listen to her heart before her gut or mind.
Appearance:
Height: Five foot, one inch 5' 1"
Weight: Ninety pounds 90 lbs
Personal Skill: She holds a strong skill in Tarot reading and divination. This is her strongest skill and she uses it well to her advantage.
Dislikes: - Remaining in one place for too long - Silence - Killing animals and not using every part of it - People who force their religion on others - Violence
[COMBAT INFORMATION]
Special Tactic/Skills: Jaelle is a gypsy, not a fighter. Her skills are more for aiding soldiers on a battlefield than holding a weapon. It is also against a gypsies code to enter an act of violence unless protecting ones dear to you (without causing harm at the same time). She is empathic and this can come across as she has been shown to stop fights with words alone.
Battle Strength: Her empathy, as listed above, is her strongest battle strength.
Battle Weakness: Her greatest weakness would be her inability to fight as she is not trained for it, not inclined to do so due to her cultural beliefs.
[ABILITY INFORMATION]
Special Abilities: Tarot Reading Divination - is the attempt to gain insight into a question or situation by way of an occultic, standardized process or ritual Fortune Telling - using palmistry (the art or practice of supposedly interpreting a person's character or predicting their future by examining the palm of their hand) and seeing into a crystal ball passed down through generations, guided by the souls of passed loved ones. Empathy - the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. Evil Spell Casting - if someone pays them for it or if they have been insulted a gypsy shall cast an evil spell. These spells are more or less bad luck and do not last for a long period of time. Mediumship - The ability to see and commune with spirits of the dead Spell Casting Potion Brewing Healing Magic
[EQUIPMENT INFORMATION]
Clothing: A white crop-top like shawl and a red billowing skirt with black trim. She also wears a yellow headscarf and a variety of gold jewelry and amulets.
Battle Attire: N/A
Cherished Items: Her Tarot Deck and her Crystal Ball, both passed down through generations. She can summon both from her family heirloom amulet she wears around her neck.
Special Weapons:
Weapon Name: N/A
Weapon Background: N/A
Equipment: N/A
[HISTORY]
Family Member(s): Yasamin Fernanda-Mircea -- mother Gennadios Mircea - father Kallista Mircea - sister Alayna Mircea - sister Percy Mircea - brother Finn Mircea - cousin Ethan Mircea - cousin Poppy Mircea - cousin Timothy Mircea - nephew
Friends: All of the Band of Gypsies
Enemies: Gypsies have no true enemy as they refrain from going into areas where they might make some and never stay in one place for long. They are also a peace-seeking people so they would never wage war long enough to form enemies of a sort.
Romantic relationships: N/A
Religious philosophy: There are people within the Band that are religious, but they are very open to others and do not force their beliefs on others. They seek true peace over everything and tend to stray from violence, but use it when necessary.
Background: Jaelle is the second-oldest in her family behind her brother, who is 20. She used her skills to get money in the small towns she travelled to with her "tribe" of sorts. She is a sixth-generation of the Band of Gypsies and intends to remain with them for the rest of her life. However, one night, she had a dream where she saw the dread witch Kamawanaiyo return and knew she had to act. Kamawanaiyo had killed almost all gypsies when she first reigned as they posed a threat to her control. She feels as if she is burdened with keeping her small tribe alive and as such took it upon herself to ensure Kamwanaiyo was never to return to the world of Istrea.
Goal: To teach all he can to those who ask and prevent history from repeating itself as hold through history.
Morality: Lawful Neutral
Homeland: Goleta
Current Residence: Erowyth
Title: Priest of the Temple of History
Personality/Mannerism: Nurturing, calm, protective, and intelligent. He is a man of great wisdom and shares it with those who ask. He always looks for people to help in any way he can. Often deemed a book-worm and workaholic by most. He is a gentle spirit and rarely resorts to violence, although he has the animalistic urge to fight when things go bad. He will stand up for things he believes in and to protect the people he holds dear.
Appearance:
Physique: His eyes are grey but can change shades depending on his mood. There have been times when, in anger, they turn black and when excited they turn a blue-grey. His horns can shrink in size if he wills them to, and he does when travelling and around those he doesn't know he can trust. Even though small, they can still be seen, so he wears a headband to cover them.
Height: Seven-foot, two-inches 7' 2"
Weight: One-hundred eighty pounds 180 lbs
Personal Skill: He is a faun, which is a rarity in Goleta since they were hunted down to the brink of extinction, along with the Kitsunes (half human, half foxes). He has a primal animal instinct to fight and is incredibly powerful when he kicks. He trained himself and his wife in martial arts to defend themselves before fleeing to Erowyth for sanctuary.
Favorite Food & Drink: Water Tea Fruit Vegetables Nuts Fish
Least Favorite Food & Drink: Game Meat Poultry Alcohol
Likes: - Teaching people history - Reading - Writing in his journals - Learning more about history - Travel
Dislikes: - Spending time away from his family - False information - Excessive violence - Hunting animals (he is, partly, one) - Betrayals
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Special Tactic/Skills: He isn't the most skilled, not when put up against the likes of assassins, but he does know some martial arts. He taught himself and his wife prior to them fleeing Goleta to be safe from being hunted by demons. The martial arts he does is closest to Capoeira; a mix of dance, acrobatics, and fighting. This was so he could use it without inflicting harm the majority of the time.
Battle Strength: As a faun he has a hard kick when he feels like it.
Battle Weakness: His emotions often get the better of him, such as when he is hesitant at first or rather primal in battle. He often gets hurt as a result unless he is very level headed and guided by others around him.
[ABILITY INFORMATION]
Special Abilities: Adaptability - the ability to adapt to the conditions around them; staying warm in extreme cold, staying cool in extreme heat, and so on. Enhanced Agility Enhanced Senses Enhanced Endurance Enhanced Dexterity Jumping and Climbing Skills Confusion Inducing Prey Instinct - The user possesses instincts that allows them to become a master of evasion. Users with this ability can discern numerous factors of a situation, including how much of a threat a foe poses (what move they will make, where they are going, and if these things relate to bringing harm to the user), as well as how to hide without giving away oneβs presence, and how to preserve energy when running. Minimal spell casting Chlorokinesis - plant manipulation Geokinesis - earth manipulation Aerokinesis - wind manipulation Speaking to animals Sleep Inducement - through music; he uses a lyre
[EQUIPMENT INFORMATION]
Clothing: He is often seen wearing a travel garb from Erowyth that hides the fact that he is a faun to a degree. The other is his temple garbs from the Temple of History.
Battle Attire: He doesn't wear any battle attire nor wield any weapons of any sort.
Cherished Items: The only cherished item of his is the wedding ring he wears on his left hand, made of petrified wood. It is a hand-crafted item from his wife, as he made hers in return.
Special Weapons:
Weapon Name: N/A
Weapon Background: N/A
Equipment: He only carries two outfits and a few essential items in a bag he carries like a messenger bag. He often walks with a long branch acting like a staff, but it holds no use other than to keep people at bay thinking he is only a traveller and not a priest.
Friends: The other priests and priestesses of the Temple of Fate
Enemies: Noeven Hunters
Romantic relationships: Ramona (wife)
Religious philosophy: He follows the common Goleta Faith; the thought that there are only two gods, one of Life and one of Death. However, his faith has waned over the years and sine leaving his homeland has developed more of a sense of the afterlife and nothing more.
Political/social philosophy: As a Priest he always does his best to help those around him, regardless of what he is meant to be doing at the time. He is a charitable person through and through.
Background: Elijah grew up in the woods of Goleta amongst the centaurs in peace with the rest of his people. He had left one day when he was twelve to get some food from the markets nearby, but upon his return found his entire family and community slain by Noeven hunters out to kill them. Even though Goleta had tried to seal off their borders to Noeven in an attempt to keep peace, this act of violence couldn't go unpunished. Still, the culprits could not be found and no punishment came to be. Filled with resentment and revenge, he sought to kill them all, that is until he found a small kitsune caught in a steel trap around her foot. Her calls for help calmed the fury in his head and he freed her. Seeking medical attention, she stated he was the only one to help her after her people were slaughtered. Finding common ground, he let the anger subside and found a desire to protect the last kitsune he knew; Ramona. They formed a strong bond of friendship which later grew into love. They travelled together, fleeing from the hunters whenever they came across them.
Having nearly died one time, the wounded couple managed to sneak onto a merchants cart going to Erowyth. They made it just in time to be healed. Having nowhere to go, they were abandoned on the street and left to fend for themselves. However, in the Land of Misfits and Rogues, a helping hand was always somewhere if one looked hard enough. The two were approached by a Priest, Father Nicholsen, who took them in and gave them a room within the Temple. They were taught in the ways of the temple and awarded titles and given a new life.
Elijah left the Temple when he heard word of Kamawanaiyo returning and the threat it could cause. His skill of finding information that was necessary was his cause to leave his wife behind in the temple (he knew she'd be safest there). He hates travelling alone, but knows if he makes it to Fashrade quick he can find the group destined to track the host of the witch down and aid them with his knowledge of what has been to determine what will be.
Storms brewed on the cold horizon promising nothing but winds to level even the mightiest of trees to the soil. The noon darkness and damp-smelling air threatened to render them helpless beneath whatever pitiful shelter they sought. David cast his eyes to the charcoal sky, his attention held by a golden streak, a crack in the cloud layer where the sun streamed through as fast as water through a cracked dam. The rain was promised, the wind already unleashed, but there would be sunshine and warmth by morning, time to rebuild and repair.
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It had been the fiercest storm that had ever hit the land. She could still remember seeing it from the windows of her room, seeing the wind ripping through the air and hearing its high-pitched screams. She could hear thunder roaring violently and lightning tearing the sky apart, could see the ocean stirring violently, black waves like enormous claws ready to swallow everything in their way. The ocean that had once been a kind and gentle mother to them had become nothing but a savage consumed by wrath that night.
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Crash of lightening, startled air, booming thunder rolls through sleepy hills, sheets of rain, forked lightening striking the church weather vane, blanket lightening brilliant like a camera flash, counting between the flash and the roar, storm approaching, rain pelting against window panes, wind whistling down the chimney top, fences creaking, tree tops bent, pitted against the unrelenting gale, streams full to bursting, ground mushy, squelchy, boggy, water lies in rain pelted puddles, roads become rivers.
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The clouds above her oozed and billowed across the awakening sun, casting the meadow into a shadowy darkness. A jagged bolt of lightning ripped the sky in half and she began to run, wincing as each icy raindrop pierced her skin. The violent wind whipped the blonde hair around her face and tears mixed with rain as a numbing coldness gripped her heart. Thunder rolled across the sky, seeming to crack the world in half and reveal the fury of the gods. It reverberated around the green landscape, eerily echoing as the girl desperately searched for shelter.
Goal: To collect souls to bring to the Underworld/Other Side for Feldir.
Morality: Chaotic Neutral
Homeland: Unknown
Current Residence: N/A; always moving across Istrea
Title: Headless Horseman
Personality/Mannerism: Often regarded as moody and lethargic, he is not emotionally driven by anything but his job of collecting souls. However, he is a caring person even though he cannot physically show it. Protective of children and those who cannot fend for themselves, he is a charitable person and gives any money (silver coins) he comes across to those who need it. He has a very sophisticated sense of speaking, when he chooses to speak, but otherwise stays silent. He does not involve himself in violent situations or arguments, but will prevent death if it is not time.
Appearance:
Height: Six foot, Eleven inches 6' 11"
Weight: Ninety (90) Pounds
Personal Skill: As a Dullahan he is essentially an immortal being that collects souls to take to the Underworld/Other Side to rest. Once he knows who he seeks, he will find the target under any circumstances. All doors and gates and locks open before him when he comes near.
Favorite Food & Drink: N/A
Least Favorite Food & Drink: N/A
Likes: - Travelling the countryside - His human-like appearance - Silence - Isolation - His stallions (Mahvan & Dauda)
Dislikes: - Gold - People trying to take his head - People watching him work
[COMBAT INFORMATION]
Special Tactic/Skills: There is no way to bar the road against a dullahan β all locks and gates open on their own when it approaches. Also, they do not appreciate being watched while on their errands, throwing a basin of blood on those who dare to do so (often a mark that they are among the next to die), or even lashing out the watchers' eyes with their whips made of a human's spine.
Battle Strength: Being an immortal being, a Grim Reaper, they are immune to all forms of pain and psychological torture. They can see through all illusions and if blown apart will be put back together again by the magic of the unbreakable Scythe of Feldir. Because of this, he can use himself as a human shield and target to allow others a chance to attack. He will not strike unless the person before him is his target decided by Feldir.
Battle Weakness: Dullahans are driven away by gold, as even a single gold pin can drive them away. If one were to take a Dullahan's head, they would lose every sense they have, but still be able to function normally, so it is not regarded as a weakness.
[ABILITY INFORMATION]
Special Abilities: Death Touch/Inducement Aura Reading Fear Inducement Head Liberation Bone Manipulation Blood Manipulation Nightmare Manipulation Telekinesis Immortality*
[EQUIPMENT INFORMATION]
Clothing: He wears a brown long-sleeved tunic top with a white shirt underneath. Brown pants and black boots. His clothing is often concealed by the large, billowing black cloak that covers his body.
Battle Attire: As a Dullahan, he does not need armor for he is already dead. (*) The only way to kill a Dullahan is if Feldir himself takes the enchanted scythe from them, as the scythe itself contains the last shred of a Dullahans soul.
Cherished Items: His head, which he carries at his side at all times. It is usually "attached" to his head via a black scarf to seem human. There is a spell cast on it, preventing it from being stolen from him (if taken more than 12 feet from him, it will teleport back to Keegan).
Special Weapons:
Weapon Name: Scythe of Feldir
Weapon Background: A scythe given to him by the God of Sickness and Death, blessed by the Gods magic. It takes the soul of whomever it strikes, unless the user states otherwise. It holds a sentient nature and has a telepathic link to the user. Feldir can also speak through the scythe himself, allowing a way to speak to the Gods.
Equipment:
His chariot, looking dark and dismal with only two small lanterns lighting the way, pulled along by two boney, purple Hellfire coated steeds.
[HISTORY]
Family Member(s): N/A
Friends: Feldir, God of Sickness and Death Dullahans
Enemies: N/A
Romantic relationships: N/A
Religious philosophy: As a Dullahan, a grim reaper, he collects souls to take to the Underworld. He obeys Feldir, the God of Sickness and Death, directly. He does listen and obey other Gods of Erelandra faith, but mostly his God directly.
Political/social philosophy: If others around you are suffering, do something about it and do not stand idly by when you have the power to make a change.
Background: Keegan is a Dullahan, a race created by Feldir to be the carriers of souls to the Underworld/Other Side. They have never truly lived and the only fragment of their soul is imbued in the scythe they are given by Feldir himself. They are headless horsemen, tasked with forever roaming Istrea to collect souls. In times of war, he has been amongst the battlefields, taking souls into his carriage to whisk away since their time has come.
Despite his race and history, he is a rather gentle spirit amongst other Dullahan. Many of his own kind will lash out at humans and threaten to take their souls for watching them, but Keegan merely shows a discontent with them doing so. He only kills when necessary, while others will do so whenever they feel like it. He is regarded as a "kindred spirit" to many but other Dullahans regard him as soft and weak. His physical strength is lacking, since he is skinny and frail, but his magical strength is his strong point and he knows it.
Keegan knows that many will fall trying to prevent, or allow, Kamawanaiyo's return and so he made his way to try and find the group going to find the host body. He did so because he knows he will be collecting souls at some point and that if Kamawanaiyo returns, the more souls he will collect. He is merely trying to make his job easier for himself.
