Any Characters not listed here will be on my toyhouse.
If a spoiler says the word "exclusive" in it, it means that the character is not to be paired up romantically with anyone else.
If a spoiler has a * in it, it means that the character is currently in use. I do not mind characters being used for multiple plots, so long as they are not marked with "exclusive."
I'm actually gonna start sorting these by genre because hooooo boy am I starting a collection of characters.
Royals:
Knights:
Mages:
Pirates:
Other High Fantasy:
Modern Fantasy:
Period Dramas:
If a spoiler says the word "exclusive" in it, it means that the character is not to be paired up romantically with anyone else.
If a spoiler has a * in it, it means that the character is currently in use. I do not mind characters being used for multiple plots, so long as they are not marked with "exclusive."
I'm actually gonna start sorting these by genre because hooooo boy am I starting a collection of characters.
Royals:
Name: Rosea LeGrande
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling (Half-Demon)
Occupation: Adventurer, Sorcerer/Rogue
Appearance: Princess Rosea is about 5'2" without her horns, and 5'7" with them. She has soft cherry-red skin and baby blue eyes. Her body is lithe and pear-shaped, having wide hips and ample buttocks. She is quite toned as of recently. Her hair is unique, being a burgundy red color with dense curls. As a runaway Princess, she used to wear many extravagant dresses. However, her outfit of choice is now a plush gambeson with a white undershirt and brown pants. She has a fiery bow she can conjure at will. (Rosea Reference by Me)
Background: Rosea was born as a peace treaty between the King of Alltorotha and The Queen of Hell. Due to a distinct separation between the Mortal Realm and Hell, Rosea stayed with her father. She would be an ambassador for the Human Kingdom to communicate with Hell. However, after the Queen refused to have any more children with the King, Rosea was sorely punished. Abused emotionally and physically, Rosea was very limited in what she was allowed to study. Creative arts were off the table, but she could study magic and archery. Eventually, on her way to a Grand Master to study magic, her carriage was attacked. Her knight Mogu rescued her, but she is beginning to realize something is amiss at the castle. Her father is hiding something big, and she is going to find out what it is.
Personality: Rosea is fiery, hot-headed, and very ill tempered. She is quite talkative and loves to enthuse about things she loves. After her recent traumas she has experienced a lot of anxiety. She always gets on the defensive even when no one is upset. She loves to draw, paint, and dance.
Current Stories: Of Fire and Steel, of Blood and Silver // Scars of Truth (Retired)
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling (Half-Demon)
Occupation: Adventurer, Sorcerer/Rogue
Appearance: Princess Rosea is about 5'2" without her horns, and 5'7" with them. She has soft cherry-red skin and baby blue eyes. Her body is lithe and pear-shaped, having wide hips and ample buttocks. She is quite toned as of recently. Her hair is unique, being a burgundy red color with dense curls. As a runaway Princess, she used to wear many extravagant dresses. However, her outfit of choice is now a plush gambeson with a white undershirt and brown pants. She has a fiery bow she can conjure at will. (Rosea Reference by Me)
Background: Rosea was born as a peace treaty between the King of Alltorotha and The Queen of Hell. Due to a distinct separation between the Mortal Realm and Hell, Rosea stayed with her father. She would be an ambassador for the Human Kingdom to communicate with Hell. However, after the Queen refused to have any more children with the King, Rosea was sorely punished. Abused emotionally and physically, Rosea was very limited in what she was allowed to study. Creative arts were off the table, but she could study magic and archery. Eventually, on her way to a Grand Master to study magic, her carriage was attacked. Her knight Mogu rescued her, but she is beginning to realize something is amiss at the castle. Her father is hiding something big, and she is going to find out what it is.
Personality: Rosea is fiery, hot-headed, and very ill tempered. She is quite talkative and loves to enthuse about things she loves. After her recent traumas she has experienced a lot of anxiety. She always gets on the defensive even when no one is upset. She loves to draw, paint, and dance.
Current Stories: Of Fire and Steel, of Blood and Silver // Scars of Truth (Retired)
Name: Ilias Albescu
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Suli (Looks primarily human)
Occupation: Prince
Appearance: Prince Ilias Albescu is a tall, muscular man. He has tan skin, a toned physique and abundant dark hair that is often tied back in intricate braids or beads. His eyes are almost unsettling, a reddish-orange color, much like a dim fire. He has a straight nose and an endearing lopsided smile with bright white teeth. He often wears decorated black armor rather than the usual royal robes. (Heroforge)
Background: Coming from a long line of royal-blooded Suli, Ilias was born to King Amberamus Albescu and Queen Ivelisse Albescu. While Amberamus made his royal duties his number one priority, Ivelisse took care of Ilias much more than most royal mothers would have. She taught him about Twin Flames, a concept the Fire Suli held dear to their hearts. She also taught him about mythical creatures and faeries. Eventually, she was locked away for her teachings, the separation from the outside world seeming to drive her mad. Ilias, however, was told that she was sick. Now, Ilias is awaiting his father's retirement so he may step in as King.
Personality: Although he puts on a serious facade, Ilias is a very fun-loving guy. In the War Room, he is dependable and quite strict. He loves practical jokes, even if he can't join in on the fun. He finds humor to be an escape from the difficulties of royal life. His stubbornness does not pair well with this, as his shirking of royal duties has caused him to get in trouble on numerous occassions. Although his looks are quite charming, he lacks in social skills with the common folk. He tries his best to relate, but often fails. He is a little aloof, but put together enough to not be suspicious. He loves artwork, craftsmanship and blacksmithing, and would love to learn for himself one day. His favorite color is Yellow, and he loves cats.
Current Stories: The Fire Within
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Suli (Looks primarily human)
Occupation: Prince
Appearance: Prince Ilias Albescu is a tall, muscular man. He has tan skin, a toned physique and abundant dark hair that is often tied back in intricate braids or beads. His eyes are almost unsettling, a reddish-orange color, much like a dim fire. He has a straight nose and an endearing lopsided smile with bright white teeth. He often wears decorated black armor rather than the usual royal robes. (Heroforge)
Background: Coming from a long line of royal-blooded Suli, Ilias was born to King Amberamus Albescu and Queen Ivelisse Albescu. While Amberamus made his royal duties his number one priority, Ivelisse took care of Ilias much more than most royal mothers would have. She taught him about Twin Flames, a concept the Fire Suli held dear to their hearts. She also taught him about mythical creatures and faeries. Eventually, she was locked away for her teachings, the separation from the outside world seeming to drive her mad. Ilias, however, was told that she was sick. Now, Ilias is awaiting his father's retirement so he may step in as King.
Personality: Although he puts on a serious facade, Ilias is a very fun-loving guy. In the War Room, he is dependable and quite strict. He loves practical jokes, even if he can't join in on the fun. He finds humor to be an escape from the difficulties of royal life. His stubbornness does not pair well with this, as his shirking of royal duties has caused him to get in trouble on numerous occassions. Although his looks are quite charming, he lacks in social skills with the common folk. He tries his best to relate, but often fails. He is a little aloof, but put together enough to not be suspicious. He loves artwork, craftsmanship and blacksmithing, and would love to learn for himself one day. His favorite color is Yellow, and he loves cats.
Current Stories: The Fire Within
Name: Arcelia Carrasco
Age: 22
Gender: Female, She/Her
Race: Human
Appearance: Arcelia is a short girl, approximated 5'1". Her build is curvy and plump, much like others of royal blood. Arcelia has mildly tan skin, her complexion flawless. Her face is heart-shaped with soft edges, giving her a youthful look. Her chocolate-colored eyes betray her age though, with a wizened appearance to her. Her hair is the darkest brown, long curls trailing down her back. Usually, it is neatly pinned back out of her face. Her clothes are traditional to that of a royal, her color of choice being blue.
Personality: Arcelia is a quiet individual, though she holds a regal air about her. In honesty, she is actually quite shy, hence her silence. She has difficulty opening up to people, or making much conversation. Used to being cast aside, she tends to be distrustful of people with her feelings. However, she is a fun and unique individual once she feels comfortable. She is softspoken, kind and generous, but her hard outer shell makes it difficult for those to see through it. She loves writing and reading, as well as gardening. She hates arithmetic and bugs.
History: Arcelia is the second born out of two children to the Carrasco family. Her mother, Queen Patrona Carrasco and her father, King Xavier Carrasco are the rulers of the Human Kingdom of Lusentia. Knowing her place in her family, she was often neglected compared to her eldest brother Prince Marcelo. Her life was quite sheltered, following strict rules and guidelines from the beginning. She spent much of her time by herself, save for when she was required to attend social events, which was quite rare. Despite living in the shadow of her brother, Prince Marcelo treated her with the kindness of any older brother, vowing to protect her with his life should it come down to it. It is rumored that King Xavier Carrasco has fathered a few other illegitimate children in the castle, but it has yet to be proven.
As of this moment, her parents are looking for a suitor for her of different royal heritage to marry her off to.
Current Stories: Whispers of the Past
Age: 22
Gender: Female, She/Her
Race: Human
Appearance: Arcelia is a short girl, approximated 5'1". Her build is curvy and plump, much like others of royal blood. Arcelia has mildly tan skin, her complexion flawless. Her face is heart-shaped with soft edges, giving her a youthful look. Her chocolate-colored eyes betray her age though, with a wizened appearance to her. Her hair is the darkest brown, long curls trailing down her back. Usually, it is neatly pinned back out of her face. Her clothes are traditional to that of a royal, her color of choice being blue.
Personality: Arcelia is a quiet individual, though she holds a regal air about her. In honesty, she is actually quite shy, hence her silence. She has difficulty opening up to people, or making much conversation. Used to being cast aside, she tends to be distrustful of people with her feelings. However, she is a fun and unique individual once she feels comfortable. She is softspoken, kind and generous, but her hard outer shell makes it difficult for those to see through it. She loves writing and reading, as well as gardening. She hates arithmetic and bugs.
History: Arcelia is the second born out of two children to the Carrasco family. Her mother, Queen Patrona Carrasco and her father, King Xavier Carrasco are the rulers of the Human Kingdom of Lusentia. Knowing her place in her family, she was often neglected compared to her eldest brother Prince Marcelo. Her life was quite sheltered, following strict rules and guidelines from the beginning. She spent much of her time by herself, save for when she was required to attend social events, which was quite rare. Despite living in the shadow of her brother, Prince Marcelo treated her with the kindness of any older brother, vowing to protect her with his life should it come down to it. It is rumored that King Xavier Carrasco has fathered a few other illegitimate children in the castle, but it has yet to be proven.
As of this moment, her parents are looking for a suitor for her of different royal heritage to marry her off to.
Current Stories: Whispers of the Past
Name: Elawynn "Ela" Caidi
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: Princess of Loralin
Appearance: Ela is a tall, thin woman standing at 5'10". Her complexion is pale and smooth, her face sculpted with sharp features, with a slightly more round face compared to others of her kind. She has platinum hair and silver eyes. Underneath her eyes are dark circles making her appear much more intimidating (though really she just needs sleep). She wears dark purple and silver, the colors of her Kingdom.
Personality: Ela is a cold and calculated woman, and an authoritative air that challenges most around her. She is very well studied, spending much of her time studying the languages of the world. She holds extreme social aptitude, finding herself more comfortable speaking to people and exchanging knowledge. She can come off as abrasive sometimes. However, she is really just a big nerd.
History: Born to a royal family of Elves, Ela is the first born of four children, and the next in line to inherit the throne of Loralin. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, but with mounting responsibilities sitting upon her shoulders as her parents began to neglect their positions. Ela manages most of the diplomatic and aristocratic dealings, as war is not her strong suit. She is a highly skilled magic user, but the form of magic she excels at is forbidden in her Kingdom; Necromancy. Therefore, she masquerades herself as a mundane Princess with no magical capabilities.
Current Stories: Death Prevails
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: Princess of Loralin
Appearance: Ela is a tall, thin woman standing at 5'10". Her complexion is pale and smooth, her face sculpted with sharp features, with a slightly more round face compared to others of her kind. She has platinum hair and silver eyes. Underneath her eyes are dark circles making her appear much more intimidating (though really she just needs sleep). She wears dark purple and silver, the colors of her Kingdom.
Personality: Ela is a cold and calculated woman, and an authoritative air that challenges most around her. She is very well studied, spending much of her time studying the languages of the world. She holds extreme social aptitude, finding herself more comfortable speaking to people and exchanging knowledge. She can come off as abrasive sometimes. However, she is really just a big nerd.
History: Born to a royal family of Elves, Ela is the first born of four children, and the next in line to inherit the throne of Loralin. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, but with mounting responsibilities sitting upon her shoulders as her parents began to neglect their positions. Ela manages most of the diplomatic and aristocratic dealings, as war is not her strong suit. She is a highly skilled magic user, but the form of magic she excels at is forbidden in her Kingdom; Necromancy. Therefore, she masquerades herself as a mundane Princess with no magical capabilities.
Current Stories: Death Prevails
Name: Marina Dupuis
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Princess of Avaris
Appearance: Marina is small and lithe, her frame only 4'11" in height. Her complexion is slightly tan and very smooth. With a heart-shaped face, full lips and doe eyes highlighted by somewhat prominent cheekbones, Marina is named for her bright blue irises. Her hair is a medium brown and somewhat wavy, traveling down to the middle of her back. Slightly pointed ears indicate her heritage as partially Elven, or otherwise.
Personality: Marina is a kindhearted woman with a surprising amount of wisdom for someone her age. She is a quick thinker and somewhat bookish, though she would much prefer art and music compared to reading. Even with her kindness, her curse makes her feel like a burden to most. As such, she tries to do many things of which her body is unable to keep up with. Although she knows her limits, she tends to push beyond to get things done, despite the detriment to her health. Her performance of choice is the flute or dancing. She adores cats and spicy or earthy food. She dislikes the cold and is afraid of dogs.
History: Marina was born to human parents; odd, given her pointed ears. The spawn of a deal with a hag, she is the Royal Dupuis Family's only child. It was discovered when she was extremely young that her body was permanently cursed. Titled the Curse of Glass, her body has been made fragile and her constitution quite low. In turn, however, Marina has a power to wield magic; something her mundane family could not do. Primarily focused in illusion, Marina can conjure most any visage, so long as she is given the time to prepare in her mind. Unfortunately, this comes at a price; use of her magic damages her body, and is theorized to be shaving years off her life. At first, the solution to this was to forbid Marina from casting magic. That was until her eighteenth birthday, of which she discovered she could conjure shards of glass and her health deteriorated even more.
Now, at 21 years of age, Mayrina is supposed to be married off to a Prince from another Kingdom. However, her marketability is quite low considering her condition. Her parents were about to send her away to find a shaman or healer to break the curse, when another kingdom proposed a solution; marry their Prince. It would be beneficial to both kingdoms. However, would the Court, the People, and most importantly the Prince, be able to look past her dark origins and cursed body?
Current Stories: X
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Princess of Avaris
Appearance: Marina is small and lithe, her frame only 4'11" in height. Her complexion is slightly tan and very smooth. With a heart-shaped face, full lips and doe eyes highlighted by somewhat prominent cheekbones, Marina is named for her bright blue irises. Her hair is a medium brown and somewhat wavy, traveling down to the middle of her back. Slightly pointed ears indicate her heritage as partially Elven, or otherwise.
Personality: Marina is a kindhearted woman with a surprising amount of wisdom for someone her age. She is a quick thinker and somewhat bookish, though she would much prefer art and music compared to reading. Even with her kindness, her curse makes her feel like a burden to most. As such, she tries to do many things of which her body is unable to keep up with. Although she knows her limits, she tends to push beyond to get things done, despite the detriment to her health. Her performance of choice is the flute or dancing. She adores cats and spicy or earthy food. She dislikes the cold and is afraid of dogs.
History: Marina was born to human parents; odd, given her pointed ears. The spawn of a deal with a hag, she is the Royal Dupuis Family's only child. It was discovered when she was extremely young that her body was permanently cursed. Titled the Curse of Glass, her body has been made fragile and her constitution quite low. In turn, however, Marina has a power to wield magic; something her mundane family could not do. Primarily focused in illusion, Marina can conjure most any visage, so long as she is given the time to prepare in her mind. Unfortunately, this comes at a price; use of her magic damages her body, and is theorized to be shaving years off her life. At first, the solution to this was to forbid Marina from casting magic. That was until her eighteenth birthday, of which she discovered she could conjure shards of glass and her health deteriorated even more.
Now, at 21 years of age, Mayrina is supposed to be married off to a Prince from another Kingdom. However, her marketability is quite low considering her condition. Her parents were about to send her away to find a shaman or healer to break the curse, when another kingdom proposed a solution; marry their Prince. It would be beneficial to both kingdoms. However, would the Court, the People, and most importantly the Prince, be able to look past her dark origins and cursed body?
Current Stories: X
Knights:
Name: Gwynn (Gosfiniel) Silverlight
Age: 26
Gender: Female, though Uses He/Him Pronouns in public(see below).
Race: Elf
Occupation: Captain of the Guard
Appearance: Gwynn is tall, even for her race, standing at about 6'7". She makes her best attempts to appear quite androgynous. Luckily, her race allows her to do just that. She is toned and lithe, with a surprising amount of muscle mass compared to others of her kind. Her body, while being toned and muscular, does not contain much fat. She lacks much breast detail, making it easier to hide her gender. Her hair is platinum blonde, and when not tied up reaches the middle of her back. Her eyes are hazel, a mix or a deep green and brown. Her face is chiseled and sculpted, with high cheekbones and a sharp chin. Her skin is pale with almost a golden undertone to it. One very notable trait is her left arm. Originally missing from the bicep down, she now wears a metal prosthetic that appears to be fully functional with the assistance of magic. It is golden in color with magical "veins" that run through it. She utilizes this arm with her sword, wielding her shield in the other.
Gwynn's armor is distinct compared to the rest of the royal guard. She has a mixture of layered plates and straps, with a layer of thick leather underneath. She wears a cape with the royal crest on it, signifying her role as Captain. She is rarely seen without his helmet, refusing to take it off. She wields a stylized longsword and a shield, also emblazoned with the royal crest.
Background: Gwynn was born to a poor family of the kingdom to several other sibling. Most of her fun was spent listening to and recounting stories that their family had learned and heard of before. With this verbal history, Gwynn found herself wishing she could be a knight. Unfortunately, due to her poor background and her gender, she was not allowed to become one such knight.
Relentlessly, she trained and hid her identity from the world, working with a wooden practice sword and a plank for a shield. Her family was surprisingly supportive, hoping that their child's endeavors may bring back some money to help their family. They went on to pretend their child was also a male, and went to register her under the name of Gosfiniel at the Knight's academy when she was 14 years old.
There, Gwynn continued to build her strength, finding herself climbing the ranks over the years. Eventually, after being injured in a war, Gwynn lost her arm. After showing her prowess and proving her worth to the King, she was gifted a prosthetic arm and, after some training with this arm, was granted the title of Captain, which there are few of in the Royal Guard. All of this while masquerading as a man.
Gwynn was just given the opportunity to become the Prince's personal knight, serving to protect him with his life.
Personality: Gwynn is a strong-willed and dedicated individual. She takes her job very seriously and is very grateful for the life she has. Unfortunately, that all stands on the edge, as if it is discovered that she was born female, she would be stripped of her rank and exiled from the guard. With this, she carries a deep-seated paranoia about accidentally being discovered. She makes her work her passion and one of the only things she actually puts time into. Interests include writing, storytelling, and flowers. Beneath the stoic exterior, she is passionate and intense about her interests. Beneath the quiet and seldom-spoken wall, she is an excitable and extroverted person. She loves flowers, poetry, stories, music, and bitter food. She dislikes the cold, gossip, the smell of tomatoes and plain food.
Current Stories: Prince and his Personal Knight
Age: 26
Gender: Female, though Uses He/Him Pronouns in public(see below).
Race: Elf
Occupation: Captain of the Guard
Appearance: Gwynn is tall, even for her race, standing at about 6'7". She makes her best attempts to appear quite androgynous. Luckily, her race allows her to do just that. She is toned and lithe, with a surprising amount of muscle mass compared to others of her kind. Her body, while being toned and muscular, does not contain much fat. She lacks much breast detail, making it easier to hide her gender. Her hair is platinum blonde, and when not tied up reaches the middle of her back. Her eyes are hazel, a mix or a deep green and brown. Her face is chiseled and sculpted, with high cheekbones and a sharp chin. Her skin is pale with almost a golden undertone to it. One very notable trait is her left arm. Originally missing from the bicep down, she now wears a metal prosthetic that appears to be fully functional with the assistance of magic. It is golden in color with magical "veins" that run through it. She utilizes this arm with her sword, wielding her shield in the other.
Gwynn's armor is distinct compared to the rest of the royal guard. She has a mixture of layered plates and straps, with a layer of thick leather underneath. She wears a cape with the royal crest on it, signifying her role as Captain. She is rarely seen without his helmet, refusing to take it off. She wields a stylized longsword and a shield, also emblazoned with the royal crest.
Background: Gwynn was born to a poor family of the kingdom to several other sibling. Most of her fun was spent listening to and recounting stories that their family had learned and heard of before. With this verbal history, Gwynn found herself wishing she could be a knight. Unfortunately, due to her poor background and her gender, she was not allowed to become one such knight.
Relentlessly, she trained and hid her identity from the world, working with a wooden practice sword and a plank for a shield. Her family was surprisingly supportive, hoping that their child's endeavors may bring back some money to help their family. They went on to pretend their child was also a male, and went to register her under the name of Gosfiniel at the Knight's academy when she was 14 years old.
There, Gwynn continued to build her strength, finding herself climbing the ranks over the years. Eventually, after being injured in a war, Gwynn lost her arm. After showing her prowess and proving her worth to the King, she was gifted a prosthetic arm and, after some training with this arm, was granted the title of Captain, which there are few of in the Royal Guard. All of this while masquerading as a man.
Gwynn was just given the opportunity to become the Prince's personal knight, serving to protect him with his life.
Personality: Gwynn is a strong-willed and dedicated individual. She takes her job very seriously and is very grateful for the life she has. Unfortunately, that all stands on the edge, as if it is discovered that she was born female, she would be stripped of her rank and exiled from the guard. With this, she carries a deep-seated paranoia about accidentally being discovered. She makes her work her passion and one of the only things she actually puts time into. Interests include writing, storytelling, and flowers. Beneath the stoic exterior, she is passionate and intense about her interests. Beneath the quiet and seldom-spoken wall, she is an excitable and extroverted person. She loves flowers, poetry, stories, music, and bitter food. She dislikes the cold, gossip, the smell of tomatoes and plain food.
Current Stories: Prince and his Personal Knight
Name: Arven Alderfell
Age: 30
Gender: Nonbinary, They/He (AFAB)
Race: Half-Elf
Occupation: Captain of the Guard
Appearance: Arven is a tall fellow standing at 6'4", though they are not nearly as tall as the other Elven Illustrious. Their build is astonishingly muscular, their form quite chiseled. His complexion is a light tan with a small smattering of freckles. Their jawline is strong, though narrow in the chin. A nose with a straight bridge and a darkness beneath his burning green eyes. Scars marr his face and he retains a soft shade of stubble. Soft brown curls cascade down their back, though they are often tied up and kept in his helm. His armor is thick and plated with extravagant gold embossing, adorned by an asymmetrical navy blue cape. They use a heavy mace and a shield. (Heroforge)
Background: Arven was born a bastard to a family of Knights, having been left at the doorstep of their father. The Alderfell family had been in the Illustrious for five generations. They dedicated themselves to their kingdom, giving their lives for their loyalty. In turn, thanks to this unyielding bond of blood, the bastard child Arven was accepted into the ranks. Having to fight just as hard as any of the other guardsman rather thank having a rank offered to them on a silver platter like the rest of their family, Arven struggled relentlessly to prove themselves. Taller, pointy-eared and sparkling emerald eyes outed him as a half-Elf, garnering prejudice against him. The King took a liking to Arven, finding his situation quite interesting and useful. Eventually they were made into an Captain, the second highest honor of guard. Despite the disrespect handed to Arven from the time he enrolled into the academy and to this day, Arven still stands strong. He may be considered the King's attack dog, but he does his job incredibly well.
Personality: Arven is a strong-willed and dedicated individual who takes their job incredibly seriously. Their loyalty to their Kingdom knows no bounds. Being somewhat religious, Arven worships the God of Chivalry, as most of the Guard do. Arven speaks with pride and with determination; once they set their mind to something, nothing will change it. He is sympathetic, but stern in his moral code. A true paladin of Yaris. They are somewhat sarcastic, having built themselves a wall to brace against when ridiculed and made fun of. With this, they can come off as crass or rude, only expanding the stereotype placed upon them. They exercise daily with a strict training regimen. They enjoy cats, religious theory, and herbalism. They have a fear of drowning.
Current Stories: Proving Their Worth
Age: 30
Gender: Nonbinary, They/He (AFAB)
Race: Half-Elf
Occupation: Captain of the Guard
Appearance: Arven is a tall fellow standing at 6'4", though they are not nearly as tall as the other Elven Illustrious. Their build is astonishingly muscular, their form quite chiseled. His complexion is a light tan with a small smattering of freckles. Their jawline is strong, though narrow in the chin. A nose with a straight bridge and a darkness beneath his burning green eyes. Scars marr his face and he retains a soft shade of stubble. Soft brown curls cascade down their back, though they are often tied up and kept in his helm. His armor is thick and plated with extravagant gold embossing, adorned by an asymmetrical navy blue cape. They use a heavy mace and a shield. (Heroforge)
Background: Arven was born a bastard to a family of Knights, having been left at the doorstep of their father. The Alderfell family had been in the Illustrious for five generations. They dedicated themselves to their kingdom, giving their lives for their loyalty. In turn, thanks to this unyielding bond of blood, the bastard child Arven was accepted into the ranks. Having to fight just as hard as any of the other guardsman rather thank having a rank offered to them on a silver platter like the rest of their family, Arven struggled relentlessly to prove themselves. Taller, pointy-eared and sparkling emerald eyes outed him as a half-Elf, garnering prejudice against him. The King took a liking to Arven, finding his situation quite interesting and useful. Eventually they were made into an Captain, the second highest honor of guard. Despite the disrespect handed to Arven from the time he enrolled into the academy and to this day, Arven still stands strong. He may be considered the King's attack dog, but he does his job incredibly well.
Personality: Arven is a strong-willed and dedicated individual who takes their job incredibly seriously. Their loyalty to their Kingdom knows no bounds. Being somewhat religious, Arven worships the God of Chivalry, as most of the Guard do. Arven speaks with pride and with determination; once they set their mind to something, nothing will change it. He is sympathetic, but stern in his moral code. A true paladin of Yaris. They are somewhat sarcastic, having built themselves a wall to brace against when ridiculed and made fun of. With this, they can come off as crass or rude, only expanding the stereotype placed upon them. They exercise daily with a strict training regimen. They enjoy cats, religious theory, and herbalism. They have a fear of drowning.
Current Stories: Proving Their Worth
Mages:
Name: Iris Fellblight
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Hagkin
Occupation: Witch, Former Circus Performer
Appearance: Iris is a tall, slender woman with a lean body type. She reaches approximately 6'5", much taller than most. She has unspeakably pale skin, a sort of sickly white color. Her ears are slightly pointed, as are most of her features, with her cheeks prominent and her eyes seemingly sunken. If one did not notice her eyes, they may mistake her for a Dhampir. Her eyes have yellow-tinged sclera and each are a different color, her right eye a turquoise and her left eye a glazed silver. Some have the belief that she is blind in her clouded eye, but she actually uses it to see through the eyes of her illusions. Her nose is straight and long, pairing well with her thin, gaunt features. Her hair is wild and black with a streak of white through it all. Her traditional clothing is a simple black robe adorned with mildly colorful fabrics. She usually carries a wooden staff with her. During her performances she wears a sparkling black evening gown with a silver tiara. (Image by Me)
Background: As a Hagkin, Iris was born between an elf and a hag. At least, she presumes her Father was an elf, given her traits and stature. She spent her beginning years in an orphanage, where she was treated well. When it was discovered that she had the ability to conjure illusions, Iris became quite popular. She was eventually adopted to a couple that ran a black market traveling circus, Fellblight Faire, that primarily focused on magic. Unfortunately, when the (insert deity/religious group here) Crusades began, the circus was disbanded and the performers went into hiding. To keep her non-magical family safe, Iris separated herself from them. She now lives in a swamp just as in traditional witch fashion, and has been there for about a year. She tries her best to keep to herself in her home, but every once in a while harbors other mages on the run from the (insert deity/religious group here) army.
Personality: Iris is a kind, jovial woman that is surprisingly friendly. She loves a good joke or prank, finding humor in harmless fun. She uses her illusions to play tricks on people. Iris is a pacifist, and has never made any attempt to harm anyone, much less learn harmful spells. She is very closed off about her practice in magic, having had a fear instilled in her by the crusades. She seems to carry on with her happy-go-lucky personality despite her troubled youth and current trials. Even with her silly nature, she carries herself regally. She likes frogs and flowers.
Current Stories: None
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Hagkin
Occupation: Witch, Former Circus Performer
Appearance: Iris is a tall, slender woman with a lean body type. She reaches approximately 6'5", much taller than most. She has unspeakably pale skin, a sort of sickly white color. Her ears are slightly pointed, as are most of her features, with her cheeks prominent and her eyes seemingly sunken. If one did not notice her eyes, they may mistake her for a Dhampir. Her eyes have yellow-tinged sclera and each are a different color, her right eye a turquoise and her left eye a glazed silver. Some have the belief that she is blind in her clouded eye, but she actually uses it to see through the eyes of her illusions. Her nose is straight and long, pairing well with her thin, gaunt features. Her hair is wild and black with a streak of white through it all. Her traditional clothing is a simple black robe adorned with mildly colorful fabrics. She usually carries a wooden staff with her. During her performances she wears a sparkling black evening gown with a silver tiara. (Image by Me)
Background: As a Hagkin, Iris was born between an elf and a hag. At least, she presumes her Father was an elf, given her traits and stature. She spent her beginning years in an orphanage, where she was treated well. When it was discovered that she had the ability to conjure illusions, Iris became quite popular. She was eventually adopted to a couple that ran a black market traveling circus, Fellblight Faire, that primarily focused on magic. Unfortunately, when the (insert deity/religious group here) Crusades began, the circus was disbanded and the performers went into hiding. To keep her non-magical family safe, Iris separated herself from them. She now lives in a swamp just as in traditional witch fashion, and has been there for about a year. She tries her best to keep to herself in her home, but every once in a while harbors other mages on the run from the (insert deity/religious group here) army.
Personality: Iris is a kind, jovial woman that is surprisingly friendly. She loves a good joke or prank, finding humor in harmless fun. She uses her illusions to play tricks on people. Iris is a pacifist, and has never made any attempt to harm anyone, much less learn harmful spells. She is very closed off about her practice in magic, having had a fear instilled in her by the crusades. She seems to carry on with her happy-go-lucky personality despite her troubled youth and current trials. Even with her silly nature, she carries herself regally. She likes frogs and flowers.
Current Stories: None
Name: Eren Renee Cavanaugh
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance: Eren has a medium build with a hint of stockiness, and stands at about 5'6". Her skin is fair with auburn freckles blanketing her body, most notably on her cheeks, shoulders and back. She has a round face with a chiseled jaw, a strength that can easily be read. Her eyes are hazel, sparkling green in the sunlight. They are almost cat-like, adding a unique touch to her already unconventionally beautiful form. Her hair is a startling orange, curls cascading down her back. She keeps her hair in a half-ponytail to keep the hair out of her eyes. Often, she will wear headbands to keep any stray locks of hair from falling into her eyes. She has a long, thick scar down her back, from the bottom of her right shoulder blade to just above her left hip.
Her clothes mostly consist of blue, purple, and gold robes, reminiscent of her magical abilities. Much of her attire is slightly armored, including pauldrons and at least a breastplate of some kind. She carries a shortsword on her hip.
Personality: Eren is the strong, independent type. She is stubborn and prideful, knowing full well what her potential and power mean for her. However, she has a strong sense of humor and is highly sarcastic. She is loyal but hesitant to trust. She has an interest in insects.
Background: Eren was born to two very successful mages, and has one older brother. With that, it was for certain she had magical capabilities. What they did not know was the extent of how powerful she would become. Rather than being a learned magician like either of her parents, her power came to her naturally, fueled by the blood of an ancient ancestor. Her control over wind, rain and lightning was almost unmatched. After studying beneath her parents, she was accepted to the mage's college and was later recruited by the Archmage as an apprentice. Her life was relatively spoiled, and she has hardly faced tragedy. Her parents are still alive and well, along with her older brother who was also recruited under the Archmage as a healer.
Current Stories: A Magical Study of the Apocalypse
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance: Eren has a medium build with a hint of stockiness, and stands at about 5'6". Her skin is fair with auburn freckles blanketing her body, most notably on her cheeks, shoulders and back. She has a round face with a chiseled jaw, a strength that can easily be read. Her eyes are hazel, sparkling green in the sunlight. They are almost cat-like, adding a unique touch to her already unconventionally beautiful form. Her hair is a startling orange, curls cascading down her back. She keeps her hair in a half-ponytail to keep the hair out of her eyes. Often, she will wear headbands to keep any stray locks of hair from falling into her eyes. She has a long, thick scar down her back, from the bottom of her right shoulder blade to just above her left hip.
Her clothes mostly consist of blue, purple, and gold robes, reminiscent of her magical abilities. Much of her attire is slightly armored, including pauldrons and at least a breastplate of some kind. She carries a shortsword on her hip.
Personality: Eren is the strong, independent type. She is stubborn and prideful, knowing full well what her potential and power mean for her. However, she has a strong sense of humor and is highly sarcastic. She is loyal but hesitant to trust. She has an interest in insects.
Background: Eren was born to two very successful mages, and has one older brother. With that, it was for certain she had magical capabilities. What they did not know was the extent of how powerful she would become. Rather than being a learned magician like either of her parents, her power came to her naturally, fueled by the blood of an ancient ancestor. Her control over wind, rain and lightning was almost unmatched. After studying beneath her parents, she was accepted to the mage's college and was later recruited by the Archmage as an apprentice. Her life was relatively spoiled, and she has hardly faced tragedy. Her parents are still alive and well, along with her older brother who was also recruited under the Archmage as a healer.
Current Stories: A Magical Study of the Apocalypse
Name: Jaylin Van Cammp
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance: Jaylin is tall and slender, standing at 5'10". Although her form is slim, she does have some shape to her body. Her skin is a pale olive color, flawless in complexion, save for a few scars. The most notable scar is a severe burn over her left hand and arm, which she keeps gloved. Her light blond hair is cut short at the sides and swept over at the top. Atop her head sit two silvery horns, slightly wavy and ridged. Her ears are slightly pointed, and her doe-like eyes are a vibrant red. She wears a tunic in which the top is quite form-fitting, but the bottom is loose and cut at the sides. She wears a pair of form-fitting pants underneath with tall boots. On top of this tunic are layers of fabric bearing the symbol of her patron.
Personality: Jaylin is bright and bubbly, her mannerisms excitable and fluid. She has plenty of character and is generally a positive person. Great at speaking to others, she thrives with friends. Although very outgoing, Jaylin struggles with knowing when to stop talking. She is not necessarily vain, but tends to dominate conversation a bit too much. She is a surprisingly good liar and an even better actress. Jaylin is very protective of her friends and finds herself doing anything within her power to keep them around. She loves flowers more than most.
Background: Jaylin was a bright and dramatic child. With the positive ray-of-sunshine energy from her Aasimar father, and the dramatic flair from her Tiefling mother, she was originally intending to be an actress. However, once her magical abilities were discovered, her parents insisted she attend a school for magic. There, she blossomed into a healer who associated herself with the Divine of Balance, Envirah. During a minor crisis of self-discovery, Jaylin found herself joining an adventuring party relatively young. For years, she adventured on and off with this group, growing closer with them by the day. Although she would still enjoy being an actress, and plans to do so once she retires, she finds her healing magic a much more valuable asset.
Current Stories: A Plague on Loryntia
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance: Jaylin is tall and slender, standing at 5'10". Although her form is slim, she does have some shape to her body. Her skin is a pale olive color, flawless in complexion, save for a few scars. The most notable scar is a severe burn over her left hand and arm, which she keeps gloved. Her light blond hair is cut short at the sides and swept over at the top. Atop her head sit two silvery horns, slightly wavy and ridged. Her ears are slightly pointed, and her doe-like eyes are a vibrant red. She wears a tunic in which the top is quite form-fitting, but the bottom is loose and cut at the sides. She wears a pair of form-fitting pants underneath with tall boots. On top of this tunic are layers of fabric bearing the symbol of her patron.
Personality: Jaylin is bright and bubbly, her mannerisms excitable and fluid. She has plenty of character and is generally a positive person. Great at speaking to others, she thrives with friends. Although very outgoing, Jaylin struggles with knowing when to stop talking. She is not necessarily vain, but tends to dominate conversation a bit too much. She is a surprisingly good liar and an even better actress. Jaylin is very protective of her friends and finds herself doing anything within her power to keep them around. She loves flowers more than most.
Background: Jaylin was a bright and dramatic child. With the positive ray-of-sunshine energy from her Aasimar father, and the dramatic flair from her Tiefling mother, she was originally intending to be an actress. However, once her magical abilities were discovered, her parents insisted she attend a school for magic. There, she blossomed into a healer who associated herself with the Divine of Balance, Envirah. During a minor crisis of self-discovery, Jaylin found herself joining an adventuring party relatively young. For years, she adventured on and off with this group, growing closer with them by the day. Although she would still enjoy being an actress, and plans to do so once she retires, she finds her healing magic a much more valuable asset.
Current Stories: A Plague on Loryntia
Pirates:
Name: Morganna de Castille
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Suli (Ice)
Occupation: Pirate Queen, Bard
Appearance: Morganna is a taller-than average woman with curves for miles. Her bust is ample, and her hips are full. Her skin is tan, darkened and stained with freckles by the sun. He face is chiseled, her lips plump and her nose straight. Her eyes are a piercing ice blue, the only giveaway that she is not human. Her hair is a deep black with thick curls and goes all the way down to her rear. She often wears a ruffled white undershirt, a waist corset, and comfortable white pants. Her boots are always thigh-high, and over this she dons a dark blue coat. Her signature hat is a deep blue with a light blue feather in it. She wears loads of golden jewelry, the collection of which seems to change every day. (Image by InkyBrainz)
Background: Morganna was born in a small swamp town, and is the eldest sister of two. Her younger sister, Maria, was the light of her life. However, when her mother was discovered to be cheating, her father had left. Turning to alcohol for comfort, her mother became physically abusive. Morganna was 9 when she decided to run away, but her little 5 year old sister refused to go with her. She left her with the promise of returning for her as soon as she could. After wandering the streets, she was picked up by a band of pirates, originally to be turned over to the town for ransom. When the town refused, Morganna was adopted as a member of the crew. Despite her not-so-friendly boarding on the ship, the Captain Santiana began to treat her as his own daughter. Soon, she was accepted as a part of the crew. Eventually, as her captain got older and lost his mind, he claimed that all of the Sea Shanties that they sang were the keys to unlocking a trove of treasure. He had compiled all of the songs into a huge song book, and left it to Morganna as his parting gift when he passed. After investigating one of the songs and finding Captain Santiana's tellings to be true, Morganna now sails the seas solving the mysteries of these see shanties.
Personality: Morganna is an interesting character. She has a seductive air about her, and utilizes her charm and good looks to get what she wants. She is quite manipulative, having the ability to sway people over with just her word (and perhaps a hint of Bardic magic). She developed this talent due to her laziness; she prefers to get people to do things for her than doing them herself. On the other hand, once you gain her trust, she is loyal and friendly. You do have to work for it, though. She prefers to be in charge more than anything else, and the title of Captain means more to her than anything else. She is an alcoholic, having a preference to coconut rum. When sober, she can be quite emotional. She hates children.
Current Stories: None
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Suli (Ice)
Occupation: Pirate Queen, Bard
Appearance: Morganna is a taller-than average woman with curves for miles. Her bust is ample, and her hips are full. Her skin is tan, darkened and stained with freckles by the sun. He face is chiseled, her lips plump and her nose straight. Her eyes are a piercing ice blue, the only giveaway that she is not human. Her hair is a deep black with thick curls and goes all the way down to her rear. She often wears a ruffled white undershirt, a waist corset, and comfortable white pants. Her boots are always thigh-high, and over this she dons a dark blue coat. Her signature hat is a deep blue with a light blue feather in it. She wears loads of golden jewelry, the collection of which seems to change every day. (Image by InkyBrainz)
Background: Morganna was born in a small swamp town, and is the eldest sister of two. Her younger sister, Maria, was the light of her life. However, when her mother was discovered to be cheating, her father had left. Turning to alcohol for comfort, her mother became physically abusive. Morganna was 9 when she decided to run away, but her little 5 year old sister refused to go with her. She left her with the promise of returning for her as soon as she could. After wandering the streets, she was picked up by a band of pirates, originally to be turned over to the town for ransom. When the town refused, Morganna was adopted as a member of the crew. Despite her not-so-friendly boarding on the ship, the Captain Santiana began to treat her as his own daughter. Soon, she was accepted as a part of the crew. Eventually, as her captain got older and lost his mind, he claimed that all of the Sea Shanties that they sang were the keys to unlocking a trove of treasure. He had compiled all of the songs into a huge song book, and left it to Morganna as his parting gift when he passed. After investigating one of the songs and finding Captain Santiana's tellings to be true, Morganna now sails the seas solving the mysteries of these see shanties.
Personality: Morganna is an interesting character. She has a seductive air about her, and utilizes her charm and good looks to get what she wants. She is quite manipulative, having the ability to sway people over with just her word (and perhaps a hint of Bardic magic). She developed this talent due to her laziness; she prefers to get people to do things for her than doing them herself. On the other hand, once you gain her trust, she is loyal and friendly. You do have to work for it, though. She prefers to be in charge more than anything else, and the title of Captain means more to her than anything else. She is an alcoholic, having a preference to coconut rum. When sober, she can be quite emotional. She hates children.
Current Stories: None
Other High Fantasy:
Name: Mathias Pierce
Nickname: Daggertooth
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 29
Appearance: Mathias stands tall, though with a slight hunch to his posture. He is muscular and broad, his pectorals defined and chiseled with a slight layer of fat over his abdominals. His face is lined with scars, most notably one down across his left eye (taking his vision with it) and another down the side of his lip. It seems to have altered the way the muscles of his lip operates, leaving him with a permanent downward tilt to the corner of his mouth. His hair is a medium brown and unkept, mostly turned up in the front from constantly messing with it. He has a short beard and a shadowy mustache. His clothing and armor are mismatched from pieces he has scavenged over the years, and leave most of his torso relatively bare. His numerous scars are exposed, and he has some body hair. (Heroforge)
Personality: Mathias is cocky and somewhat boastful. He has lots of great stories to tell, but only the ones he wins in the end. Among his mercenary group, he tends to be the most vocal and social, functioning as a leader even if he is not the brightest. He can be cunning and crafty, but he severely lacks booksmarts. He finds himself making up for it by acting like he is right anyway. Once made into a loyal friend, however, the boastful and cocky exterior breaks down. He is genuinely a kindhearted person, though he struggles to share emotions and feelings in a way others might understand. Although he can be insufferable at times, he means well and always intends to do the right thing. One of his fatal flaws is the inability to take responsibility for his own shortcomings. He adores dogs and stargazing. His favorite food is roast chicken. He has a soft spot for children. He cannot stand cold temperatures and hates the smell of roses.
Background: Mathias was born to a poor family in the slum of a larger city. After a series of unfortunate events led to both his parents demise, Mathias learned to fend for himself on the streets from his early teens. A scuffle very early on cost him his eye. He took to pickpocketing and stealing, becoming very skilled with daggers and various short blades. Noted for his skill, a mercenary guild picked him up as a frontline fighter, as he was much better at close range combat and distraction.
Recently, Mathias has run into a moral dilemma within his mercenary group. His perspective and goals seem to align differently than the rest of them; Mathias wants to do good and make money doing it, and most of the group simply wants to make money and do not care for the consequences. This has torn a rift in the band after a recent failed mission went sour.
Current Stories:
Nickname: Daggertooth
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 29
Appearance: Mathias stands tall, though with a slight hunch to his posture. He is muscular and broad, his pectorals defined and chiseled with a slight layer of fat over his abdominals. His face is lined with scars, most notably one down across his left eye (taking his vision with it) and another down the side of his lip. It seems to have altered the way the muscles of his lip operates, leaving him with a permanent downward tilt to the corner of his mouth. His hair is a medium brown and unkept, mostly turned up in the front from constantly messing with it. He has a short beard and a shadowy mustache. His clothing and armor are mismatched from pieces he has scavenged over the years, and leave most of his torso relatively bare. His numerous scars are exposed, and he has some body hair. (Heroforge)
Personality: Mathias is cocky and somewhat boastful. He has lots of great stories to tell, but only the ones he wins in the end. Among his mercenary group, he tends to be the most vocal and social, functioning as a leader even if he is not the brightest. He can be cunning and crafty, but he severely lacks booksmarts. He finds himself making up for it by acting like he is right anyway. Once made into a loyal friend, however, the boastful and cocky exterior breaks down. He is genuinely a kindhearted person, though he struggles to share emotions and feelings in a way others might understand. Although he can be insufferable at times, he means well and always intends to do the right thing. One of his fatal flaws is the inability to take responsibility for his own shortcomings. He adores dogs and stargazing. His favorite food is roast chicken. He has a soft spot for children. He cannot stand cold temperatures and hates the smell of roses.
Background: Mathias was born to a poor family in the slum of a larger city. After a series of unfortunate events led to both his parents demise, Mathias learned to fend for himself on the streets from his early teens. A scuffle very early on cost him his eye. He took to pickpocketing and stealing, becoming very skilled with daggers and various short blades. Noted for his skill, a mercenary guild picked him up as a frontline fighter, as he was much better at close range combat and distraction.
Recently, Mathias has run into a moral dilemma within his mercenary group. His perspective and goals seem to align differently than the rest of them; Mathias wants to do good and make money doing it, and most of the group simply wants to make money and do not care for the consequences. This has torn a rift in the band after a recent failed mission went sour.
Current Stories:
Name: Edward Boone
Nickname: Ed
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 28
Appearance: Edward stands at a tall 6'2", though compared to his Elven side this is relatively short. He has a lean but muscular build, with little body fat to speak of. His skin is slightly tanned from the sun, with a patchwork of scars and freckles from his time on the seas of Namarii. A hero's jawline and sharp cheekbones chisel out his face along with either a stern pout or a smug smirk depending on the occasion. A smattering of dark stubble glances his jawline, adding a rugged air to his countenance. His eyes are a warm hazel, glimmering almost like a cat in the right light. His right ear has been chopped off, leaving a notable scar across his cheek as well. Silver hoop earrings pierce his ears in different spots. His regular clothing is usually kept simple and practical, and changes from time to time. What remains consistent is his armor; focused on one arm and shoulder, he fights with a defensive side and an offensive side. He wears an asymmetrical cape, and utilizes a rapier and a crossbow as his weapons of choice.
Personality: Although not the most kind of gentlemen, Edward has a charming air about him. Intelligent and calculating, Edward knows his worth. Though, sometimes this arrogance can get to his head. Even with the more stern facade, underneath is a lighthearted jokester. He likes to use sarcasm and will try his best to lighten the mood of those around him with a jest or a story. He struggles with being vulnerable, and even more so with sharing about his past. He wishes to bury it away. He has excellent survival skills, and is pretty good with most weapons. He is a terrible writer and singer, but he will perform it if it means bringing hope to the people around him. He likes fishing, sailing, storytelling and cider. He fears being trapped, and has an aversion to doctors.
Background: Born as a Half-Elf to a Human mother, Edward was already fighting a losing battle in society. Growing up poor did not help either. An only child in a xenophobic place that hated his outsider blood, Ed scrambled off at the age of 12 to find his place in the world. Somehow, he found himself on a pirate ship, plundering and stealing with the most sinister of men. For most of his life, this is what he did. He was even a captain of his own ship among an infamous pirate fleet for a short time. That was until he became shipwrecked after a battle gone terribly wrong. He used this opportunity to worm his way out of that life. Now a new recruit in The Order of the Lost, Edward is running away as fast as he can from his past.
Nickname: Ed
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 28
Appearance: Edward stands at a tall 6'2", though compared to his Elven side this is relatively short. He has a lean but muscular build, with little body fat to speak of. His skin is slightly tanned from the sun, with a patchwork of scars and freckles from his time on the seas of Namarii. A hero's jawline and sharp cheekbones chisel out his face along with either a stern pout or a smug smirk depending on the occasion. A smattering of dark stubble glances his jawline, adding a rugged air to his countenance. His eyes are a warm hazel, glimmering almost like a cat in the right light. His right ear has been chopped off, leaving a notable scar across his cheek as well. Silver hoop earrings pierce his ears in different spots. His regular clothing is usually kept simple and practical, and changes from time to time. What remains consistent is his armor; focused on one arm and shoulder, he fights with a defensive side and an offensive side. He wears an asymmetrical cape, and utilizes a rapier and a crossbow as his weapons of choice.
Personality: Although not the most kind of gentlemen, Edward has a charming air about him. Intelligent and calculating, Edward knows his worth. Though, sometimes this arrogance can get to his head. Even with the more stern facade, underneath is a lighthearted jokester. He likes to use sarcasm and will try his best to lighten the mood of those around him with a jest or a story. He struggles with being vulnerable, and even more so with sharing about his past. He wishes to bury it away. He has excellent survival skills, and is pretty good with most weapons. He is a terrible writer and singer, but he will perform it if it means bringing hope to the people around him. He likes fishing, sailing, storytelling and cider. He fears being trapped, and has an aversion to doctors.
Background: Born as a Half-Elf to a Human mother, Edward was already fighting a losing battle in society. Growing up poor did not help either. An only child in a xenophobic place that hated his outsider blood, Ed scrambled off at the age of 12 to find his place in the world. Somehow, he found himself on a pirate ship, plundering and stealing with the most sinister of men. For most of his life, this is what he did. He was even a captain of his own ship among an infamous pirate fleet for a short time. That was until he became shipwrecked after a battle gone terribly wrong. He used this opportunity to worm his way out of that life. Now a new recruit in The Order of the Lost, Edward is running away as fast as he can from his past.
Modern Fantasy:
Name: Jackson Reyes
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Werecroc
Occupation: Farmer, Vigilante
Appearance: Jackson is a very large man, standing at a whopping 6'7". His unusual height combined with his build make him fill up a room quite easily. He is incredibly muscular, though has the body of a lifter... He has a gut and a good layer of fat, though he has plenty of muscle to spare. His skin is dark and he is well-tanned from the sun on his farm. His eyes are dark as well, a deep brown with a bit of a chocolate hue to them. He rarely smiles, mostly hiding his toothy maw underneath a bandana wrapped around his mouth. His jaw is strong, lined with a full dark beard. His hair is usually tucked beneath his hat, but otherwise is messy and tousled. He wears functional clothing for his occupation; a simple pair of durable jeans, riding boots, suspenders, a plain long-sleeved shirt and his signature hat. (Reference by MadMethodMouse)
Background: A mysterious character, Jackson's life has been a struggle from the beginning. Born in a world where demi-humans are feared, his family moved from place to place quite often. He was one of three children, all of whom were fathered by different men. Throughout his childhood, he had been physically and sexually abused by the men in his mother's life. Because of the difficulty fitting into human society, Jackson never went to school. He has basic knowledge, but struggles to read and write. When his mother passed away suddenly due to poachers, Jackson was suddenly responsible for taking care of his little siblings. He made a deal with a human farmer that if he could keep thieves and thugs off of his land, he could live in the barn with his siblings. When the farmer passed, Jackson was the only person closest to him to lay claim to any of the land. He kept the farm after his siblings grew up and moved away. Now, many years later, he takes care of the farm... and by night, he eats criminals for breakfast.
Personality: Jackson is a quiet beast, who would much rather let his intimidating presence do the talking. He does not like to socialize, as he does not have the best vocabulary, nor do people find him very sociable in the first place. He is quite gruff when he does, and seems very defensive when probed about his life. He is terrible with words, and has a better time showing what he means rather than saying it. Although he would never admit it, Jackson loves praise and it might be one of the few things in life that make him smile. He likes cats, an odd thing for one of his kind.
Current Stories: Crocodile Tears
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Werecroc
Occupation: Farmer, Vigilante
Appearance: Jackson is a very large man, standing at a whopping 6'7". His unusual height combined with his build make him fill up a room quite easily. He is incredibly muscular, though has the body of a lifter... He has a gut and a good layer of fat, though he has plenty of muscle to spare. His skin is dark and he is well-tanned from the sun on his farm. His eyes are dark as well, a deep brown with a bit of a chocolate hue to them. He rarely smiles, mostly hiding his toothy maw underneath a bandana wrapped around his mouth. His jaw is strong, lined with a full dark beard. His hair is usually tucked beneath his hat, but otherwise is messy and tousled. He wears functional clothing for his occupation; a simple pair of durable jeans, riding boots, suspenders, a plain long-sleeved shirt and his signature hat. (Reference by MadMethodMouse)
Background: A mysterious character, Jackson's life has been a struggle from the beginning. Born in a world where demi-humans are feared, his family moved from place to place quite often. He was one of three children, all of whom were fathered by different men. Throughout his childhood, he had been physically and sexually abused by the men in his mother's life. Because of the difficulty fitting into human society, Jackson never went to school. He has basic knowledge, but struggles to read and write. When his mother passed away suddenly due to poachers, Jackson was suddenly responsible for taking care of his little siblings. He made a deal with a human farmer that if he could keep thieves and thugs off of his land, he could live in the barn with his siblings. When the farmer passed, Jackson was the only person closest to him to lay claim to any of the land. He kept the farm after his siblings grew up and moved away. Now, many years later, he takes care of the farm... and by night, he eats criminals for breakfast.
Personality: Jackson is a quiet beast, who would much rather let his intimidating presence do the talking. He does not like to socialize, as he does not have the best vocabulary, nor do people find him very sociable in the first place. He is quite gruff when he does, and seems very defensive when probed about his life. He is terrible with words, and has a better time showing what he means rather than saying it. Although he would never admit it, Jackson loves praise and it might be one of the few things in life that make him smile. He likes cats, an odd thing for one of his kind.
Current Stories: Crocodile Tears
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Name: James Frost
Nickname: Hunter
Age: 27
Appearance: Hunter stands at about 5'11", his body fit, toned and somewhat muscular. He has tan skin dappled with freckles, small scars, and edged with a bit of dirt. He has dark, tousled hair that goes down to about his shoulders. His face is rugged, with dense facial hair marred by scarring and a strong jawline. His eyes are a pale blue. (I'm going to steal this guys portrait from RDR, sorry)
Background: Hunter grew up on a farm as the oldest of 3 brothers. His family was quite poor, as their farm was often very unlucky. The crops were often diseased or destroyed, and the animals often got sick. Soon enough, his parents got sick as well and Hunter took to petty thievery and learning to hunt to make ends meet for himself and his brothers. Eventually, he got mixed into a gang in his you adulthood, having to leave home to join them, lest they kill his family. He had been very successful with them for 5 years, sending money home to his two brothers once a month.
Personality: Hunter is rough around the edges; hardened from the way he grew up, he is very distrustful and easy to anger. Even so, he has a sense of humor, though most of his jokes are not the savory kind. In reality, Hunter has a soft and caring side to him. He is extremely sympathetic and often finds himself trying to help those in need, despite his involvement with the gang.
Current Stories: How to Steal a Heart
Nickname: Hunter
Age: 27
Appearance: Hunter stands at about 5'11", his body fit, toned and somewhat muscular. He has tan skin dappled with freckles, small scars, and edged with a bit of dirt. He has dark, tousled hair that goes down to about his shoulders. His face is rugged, with dense facial hair marred by scarring and a strong jawline. His eyes are a pale blue. (I'm going to steal this guys portrait from RDR, sorry)
Background: Hunter grew up on a farm as the oldest of 3 brothers. His family was quite poor, as their farm was often very unlucky. The crops were often diseased or destroyed, and the animals often got sick. Soon enough, his parents got sick as well and Hunter took to petty thievery and learning to hunt to make ends meet for himself and his brothers. Eventually, he got mixed into a gang in his you adulthood, having to leave home to join them, lest they kill his family. He had been very successful with them for 5 years, sending money home to his two brothers once a month.
Personality: Hunter is rough around the edges; hardened from the way he grew up, he is very distrustful and easy to anger. Even so, he has a sense of humor, though most of his jokes are not the savory kind. In reality, Hunter has a soft and caring side to him. He is extremely sympathetic and often finds himself trying to help those in need, despite his involvement with the gang.
Current Stories: How to Steal a Heart
Name: Maxime Rose
Nickname: Max, though it's very rare he will ever let anyone call him that.
Age: 25
Appearance: Maxime stands at a surprisingly tall 6'1". His frame is thin and lithe, accentuated by the more form-fitting parts of his clothing. His skin is pale in complexion. Maxime's hair is medium length, wavy and dark, reaching down to his shoulders. His eyes are a deep hazel, rarely seen behind the mask he wears during performances. Beneath his mask lies a smooth and youthful face with slightly more prominent cheekbones. Sometimes, he can be found with the dark shadow of a goatee. Maxime only wears black clothing around the people of the court, with loose sleeves and tight ties around the forearms and waist. He is often seen donning thick black cloaks, and perhaps a feather or hat. All of these articles are black like the night. (Faceclaim) (Outfit Inspiration) (Outfit Inspiration) (Outfit Inspiration) (Outfit Inspiration)
Background: Maxime was born to a commoner family in the far reaches of the kingdom as their eldest son. Their status quickly changed, however, when it was discovered that he possessed the rarity that was bardic magic. Immediately, his parents gave up everything they could to get him a proper musical instrument; a harpsichord. An extreme rarity that they could not afford... But soon enough, Maxime was making his family more money than they could spend through his wonderful performances. By the time he was sixteen, his presence was requested by the King to become the Royal Bard. Maxime is paid handsomely for his position there, and grew to become the troubadour known as The Nightingale or The Black Bard. Dressed all in black and remaining masked through his performances, he sings, performs poetry, and plays various keyboard instruments.
Personality: Maxime is always in performance mode. Only presenting himself to the court in full costume, he rarely breaks character. Seemingly dark and mysterious, Maxime exudes charm. With his quick wit and exciting performances, he always has the center stage. Outside of The Nightingale, however, Maxime is actually quite tired. Although he enjoys the arts and enjoys his career, he spends his life doing nothing but. He is still a charmer, but much more relaxed. If he did not have a character to uphold in front of others, he would be the type to drink and be merry with the rest of them. He feels like a bird trapped in a cage; ironic. He loves birds and has a soft spot for sweets.
Current Stories: Caged Birds
Nickname: Max, though it's very rare he will ever let anyone call him that.
Age: 25
Appearance: Maxime stands at a surprisingly tall 6'1". His frame is thin and lithe, accentuated by the more form-fitting parts of his clothing. His skin is pale in complexion. Maxime's hair is medium length, wavy and dark, reaching down to his shoulders. His eyes are a deep hazel, rarely seen behind the mask he wears during performances. Beneath his mask lies a smooth and youthful face with slightly more prominent cheekbones. Sometimes, he can be found with the dark shadow of a goatee. Maxime only wears black clothing around the people of the court, with loose sleeves and tight ties around the forearms and waist. He is often seen donning thick black cloaks, and perhaps a feather or hat. All of these articles are black like the night. (Faceclaim) (Outfit Inspiration) (Outfit Inspiration) (Outfit Inspiration) (Outfit Inspiration)
Background: Maxime was born to a commoner family in the far reaches of the kingdom as their eldest son. Their status quickly changed, however, when it was discovered that he possessed the rarity that was bardic magic. Immediately, his parents gave up everything they could to get him a proper musical instrument; a harpsichord. An extreme rarity that they could not afford... But soon enough, Maxime was making his family more money than they could spend through his wonderful performances. By the time he was sixteen, his presence was requested by the King to become the Royal Bard. Maxime is paid handsomely for his position there, and grew to become the troubadour known as The Nightingale or The Black Bard. Dressed all in black and remaining masked through his performances, he sings, performs poetry, and plays various keyboard instruments.
Personality: Maxime is always in performance mode. Only presenting himself to the court in full costume, he rarely breaks character. Seemingly dark and mysterious, Maxime exudes charm. With his quick wit and exciting performances, he always has the center stage. Outside of The Nightingale, however, Maxime is actually quite tired. Although he enjoys the arts and enjoys his career, he spends his life doing nothing but. He is still a charmer, but much more relaxed. If he did not have a character to uphold in front of others, he would be the type to drink and be merry with the rest of them. He feels like a bird trapped in a cage; ironic. He loves birds and has a soft spot for sweets.
Current Stories: Caged Birds
Name: Percival Atwood
Nickname: Percy, but only by his sisters.
Age: 27
Appearance: Percival stands strikingly tall at 6'3". His posture is straight and poised, something he had to work on quite religiously in his youth. His shoulders are somewhat broad, and his form is well defined, though not overly athletic. His dark hair is styled neatly, though sometimes falls out of it's hold and into his face. His chiseled jawline is highlighted by a dark beard, dense but short. He has a strong brow and dark, mysterious eyes softened slightly by tired circles. His colors of choice are red or gold.
Background: Percival was born the eldest son of a Duke's brother. Though his father did not hold rank, he still had a very sizeable amount of wealth from the family. His mother passed away after giving birth to his third sister, leaving Percival's father alone for much time. Though, as he grew older, Percival realized that his father had a gambling addiction, and had been cut off financially from the Duke. Soon enough, their money was spent, and they fell into poverty. Before their ungraceful fall from money, Percival attended a medical institution, after which he had become a doctor. Suddenly, Percival's father died. With nothing left for the family in regards to money, he dove headfirst into his job to try and support his three sisters.
What he was not expecting was to inherit the title of Duke when his uncle, who had sired no male heirs, passed away. He was the closest living male relative related by blood, making him the next in line. Thrown into the scene of nobility without so much as a warning, he moved himself and his sisters into the estate. Percival has no understanding of how to perform his duties as a Duke. To ensure that the title of Duke does not die with him, he is now tasked with finding a wife and producing an heir.
Personality: Percival is calculating and intelligent. He has a stoic countenance with a curious undertone. Always willing to learn, to grow, to explore. This sometimes gets him in trouble as he asks the wrong person the wrong question, or puts his nose in business it does not belong in. Without knowing how to perform the tasks of a Duke, he relies heavily on those around him, leaving himself open to be disarmed. He is a kind and honest person. Although he is the romantic type, he has a difficult time showing it and expressing his feelings. Percival enjoyed his job while he had it, and continues to study medicine on the side. He enjoys most sciences, reading, and hunting. He is allergic to cats and shellfish. He has a distaste for messes and is very protective of his three sisters.
Current Stories: Tend To Me
Nickname: Percy, but only by his sisters.
Age: 27
Appearance: Percival stands strikingly tall at 6'3". His posture is straight and poised, something he had to work on quite religiously in his youth. His shoulders are somewhat broad, and his form is well defined, though not overly athletic. His dark hair is styled neatly, though sometimes falls out of it's hold and into his face. His chiseled jawline is highlighted by a dark beard, dense but short. He has a strong brow and dark, mysterious eyes softened slightly by tired circles. His colors of choice are red or gold.
Background: Percival was born the eldest son of a Duke's brother. Though his father did not hold rank, he still had a very sizeable amount of wealth from the family. His mother passed away after giving birth to his third sister, leaving Percival's father alone for much time. Though, as he grew older, Percival realized that his father had a gambling addiction, and had been cut off financially from the Duke. Soon enough, their money was spent, and they fell into poverty. Before their ungraceful fall from money, Percival attended a medical institution, after which he had become a doctor. Suddenly, Percival's father died. With nothing left for the family in regards to money, he dove headfirst into his job to try and support his three sisters.
What he was not expecting was to inherit the title of Duke when his uncle, who had sired no male heirs, passed away. He was the closest living male relative related by blood, making him the next in line. Thrown into the scene of nobility without so much as a warning, he moved himself and his sisters into the estate. Percival has no understanding of how to perform his duties as a Duke. To ensure that the title of Duke does not die with him, he is now tasked with finding a wife and producing an heir.
Personality: Percival is calculating and intelligent. He has a stoic countenance with a curious undertone. Always willing to learn, to grow, to explore. This sometimes gets him in trouble as he asks the wrong person the wrong question, or puts his nose in business it does not belong in. Without knowing how to perform the tasks of a Duke, he relies heavily on those around him, leaving himself open to be disarmed. He is a kind and honest person. Although he is the romantic type, he has a difficult time showing it and expressing his feelings. Percival enjoyed his job while he had it, and continues to study medicine on the side. He enjoys most sciences, reading, and hunting. He is allergic to cats and shellfish. He has a distaste for messes and is very protective of his three sisters.
Current Stories: Tend To Me
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