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Username: Je suis a toi
Name: Blaise
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Rank: Mage Superior
Appearance: Blaise has long blonde hair and very fair, pale skin. She has a strong, thin physique and is very flexible and agile. She has stunning green eyes and the mentality of a true warrior.
Preferred weapon: she is incredible in the category of man-to-man fist fighting and her ability to harness the elements makes her all the more powerful. When in weapon combat her favorite weapon is her Beachwood stave. Her favorite sharp weapon is a light, sturdy sword and her boot knives. When out of range for man-to-man she is an incredible marksman and can use any long range weapons from a bow and quiver to a long javelin.
Attitude: Blaise is a fun-loving creature and finds that sparring is her most favorite pastime. She does not like to show sadness or weakness and is very good at hiding both. Her anger can be dangerous if she is provoked but her love is more powerful than anything. She has a laid back personality and won’t snap back unless called for.
History: Blaise was rescued when she was twelve-years-old. Her life was a living hell before then. She had been imprisoned twice for tripping and falling on the streets, but otherwise she spent most of her time working in the households of one of the Lords of the land, gaining a very low salary to help support her family. When she was nine they made her watch as they brutally slaughtered her parents then made her sell the clothes off of the corpses. If they had caught her crying she would have fallen to the same fate. Blaise then had to start working more in order to support her four-year-old sister. She started stealing on occasion to help with the food and money issues and she got very good at it. Then, one year later when she was just ten and her little sister five, they took her from Blaise and sold her into slavery. She began stealing more and more clinging to the thought that if she had enough she could buy her sister back. One day a family of four caught Blaise stealing but didn’t turn her in. instead she would give them her earnings in return for clothes, food, and a place to stay. Blaise took on a second job so the mother of the family would teach her how to read and write in secret. Then foreigners declared war and she was drafted into a battle corps and was sent to war. Blaise was then caught writing a letter to the family and sentenced to death. The Fugitive Foresters saved her life and she became one of them, advancing to the level of Mage Superior.

Username: Je suis a toi
Name: Kaden
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Rank: Superior
Appearance: Kaden has bright green eyes and slightly curly brown hair. He has a medium build and stands at about five feet eight.
Preferred weapon: He’s a good swordsman and he’s strongest in swordplay. He has decent aim and can hit the target dead on nine times out of ten.
Attitude: Kaden is a kind and loving person. He’s protective of his friends and will always fight for what’s right. He has a strong sense of compassion and guilt so he is very honest.
History: Kaden doesn’t remember much about his past, he was rescued when he was three. He became a very successful fighter and made Superior when he was about sixteen after he met and trained Blaise. He seemed quite attached to her after that and now they are the greatest of friends.

Near the end of the first chapter Kaden discovered something very important about himself. The healing touch ran in his family and he is a powerful healer. While he is not skilled with this ability yet he will soon learn how to use it.

Username: Je suis a toi
Name: Soto
Age: Unknown
Race: Nix // Nix are water creatures usually shown in human form. A Nix is usually a male water spirit who plays enchanted songs on the violin. These songs only affect other people, or the person intended, and not for the nix himself (can’t be used for self gain kind of thing). The enchantments can range from luring a person somewhere to making them fall asleep. Nix are said to grow despondent if they do not have free, regular contact with a water source. They are of the shape shifting kind and can appear as they wish. They have special talents with water and wield a certain kind of magic with it; they can even make a solid thing turn into water then make it take its original form when they wish.
Appearance: Soto is very tall, about 6’ 7”, and his body fits his height; handsomely so. He is not a strong person and does not need to be though his muscles have tone. His ebony hair pulls up into a spike and his eyes stand between a deep purple and a light blue in the strangest way. He wears simple clothing and carries no weapons, only a traveler’s pack filled with various vials and flasks of water.
Personality: Soto is cunning and devious, a bit of a romantic even. He is neither good nor evil, just floats in between. He’s become a perfect shape-shifter and has even perfected the transformation into a Drac (a creature invisible to almost all beings), a nearly impossible task. He can be sly and wicked at times, and treat you with a cruel kindness at others. You can never really tell what’s on his mind and he can remain infuriatingly calm all the time, but has a dangerous anger.
History: Lives by a lake, does what he wants, end of story.

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Username:Shader-san
Name: Rosette Tenrai
Age: 16

Rank: Messiah
Appearance:
Height: 5'3
Weight: 123lbs.
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Preferred Weapon: Her hands, or short swords
Attitude/Common actions or habits:
Attitude:Quick-tempered, secretive, optimistic, cheerful, stubborn, determined, very protective of the people she cares about.
Habits: She has a habit of wringing her hands or twisting her hair around her finger when she's nervous. She also has a habit of being very secretive, even from those who are close to her. Though she may seem outgoing, boasftul, and dripping with confidence, she's actually very worried about many aspects of her life, in fact, the things she does know about herself terrifies her to no end.

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Username: Cheshire Cam
Name: Nerull Ong
Age: Unknown. Speculated at 23-72
Rank: Mage Superior
Appearance: Tall, skeletally thin. Keeps his entire body covered at all times by a loose fitting material, similar to a grave wrap. Underneath, his skin is blackened and thick, clinging close to his bones. His palms are shrunk, leaving crule claws as fingers. His cheeks have been ravaged by some strange disease, leaving them rotted through.
Preferred Weapon: His entire body, and a special Nine-Ring Bo Staff
Attitude/Common actions or habits: He is very distant from others, resenting their fear and distaste of him. He did not cause any part of his grusome appearence, and hides it except for intimidation purposes. If you earn his trust and prove you accept him, Nerull will treat you with awe and respect, and a feirce sense of loyalty.
He constantly rakes his scarily long fingers against rough objects, apparently sharpening them.
History: Deep and dark. He was once a high-ranking government official, head of his department, and a fearsome fighter in his own regard. One day, he was struck down by an unknown sickness, crippling him and eating at his nervous system from the inside out. No cure was found, and he faded rapidly: his skin lacking oxygen and nutrition turned black and shrivled, his palms shrunk to his wrists, his cheeks rotted through, he lost the ability to function at all.
The day his final connection was severed, all nerves shut off, he flatlined. Moments later, he sat up straight in his bed, looked around, and dashed off. Very few sightings of him have been confirmed, and even then he was seen at high speeds on mysterious tasks. The only confirmed information is that he seems to have lost all feeling, sense of smell, taste, and has limited hearing.

Username: Cheshire Cam
Name: James Rikken
Age: 30
Rank: Expert - Demons[Elimination]
Appearance: Tall and slightly stocky, a man built for stamina. His hair is beginning to prematurly grey from stress, but it's still long and thick. He has a Generals beard that he's very proud of and quite neat. His chest is thick and dark with spindly tatoos, some commemorating victories, some with arcane meaning.
Preferred Weapon: A special set of punching daggers with blunted tips and extended blades. Leathal for slashing, but able to deliver a stunning blow. They've been sided with silver for more potency against unnatural forces.
Attitude/Common Actions or Habits: James constantly hums, whistles, or thinks some tune or beat in his head. He even uses some of the more complicated beats as step patterns for fighting.
History: James used to work for the Milita until he had a close family freind executed before him. He too a few personal days to collect himself, and never reported for duty again. Authorities surmise that he spent the days packing his few personal belongings on fleeing.
Since his escape into the forest, he has become a known authority on tracking and caturing using non-leathal methods. He's also become a good freind with the local mystery, Nerull. They crossed paths a few times in the forest while hunting or on various missions, and they exchanged information and such until a freindship formed. Now they meet every month to discuss new developments in their assigned sectors.
James is an accomplished Demon tracker. He uses natural purities in the enviroment to determine where a disturbance was, how long ago, and how large. Nerull actually introduced him to the technique. His favorite teaching is 'Do not look for something that is there. Look for what isn't.'

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Username: Hoidtoid
Name: Flint
Age: 26
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Rank: Major
Appearance: Flint stands 6'7" towering over most humans and elves alike. He is lean and muscular, and has abnormally dark skin for an elf. He has long red hair and his eyes are dark brown in the center and a dark green around the outside.
Preferred Weapon: He is a expert Archer and hardly ever misses his target when using his long bow. He is also trained to use a sword though he prefers to use his bow.
Attitude/Common actions or habits: He likes to talk and is very kindhearted and outgoing. He is extremly loyal and will carry out orders from his superiors with out question. He would also give his life for any that are his responsibility and dying in duty would be the most honorable way for him to die in his own eyes.

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Username: Hinge 1

Name: Algren Midvalley

Age: 19

Rank: A Sergeant of Dragon Slayers

Appearance: Algren is tall and thin, with sunken cheekbones and tired looking eyes that twinkle with a silver blue from behind the locks of flaming red hair that tumble down in a tattered mess from his head. His thin lips are pressed tightly on his angular chin. He dresses in a black, leather uniform that clings tightly to his torso while a belt of brown material holds up a pair of tattered, baggy brown paints. On his shoulders is a cape of flowing blue of a nightmare hue that twists madly in breezes. His hands are bound in gloves and often clench his silver spear.

Preferred Weapon: His silver spear, Night Screecher. He also knows one type of magic, if that is what is can be called, that constantly buffers him in black flames of neither that negates all magic the flames can consume to feed their hungry tongues.

Attitude/Common actions or habits: Algren is a deliberative and calculating individual. He is calm and collect and harsh as the winter storm. He shows no mercy to either his allies or his foes. He trains his troops to the utmost degree and rewards them greatly when they obey his command, and punishes greater when they disobey. Can often be seen rubbing his chin with a hand, often for no reason save it is a habit.

History: Ever since he was old enough to wield the spear and use a strategy board, he was being tutored in the ways of war. He is the fourth son of the Tactician Sundial Midvalley and as such, was mostly ignored by his father, who was busy tutoring his eldest son. However, Algren’s cousin taught the boy and Algren began to show his potential. At the age of fourteen he was admitted into the Order of the Dragon Slayers, the monarchs assassin corps. and quickly distinguished himself from his peers as their better and at eighteen he was given the rank of Sergeant and command of a single detachment of assassins. He has proven countless times a thorn in the Foresters plans and has killed many though his carrier, a tradition he plans to continue for a long time.

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