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Feralstryker
Usurper of the wilds
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Name: Cassandra Anders
Age: appears to be 26, but true age is unknown
Gender: Female
Species: Dark elf/vampire hybrid, suspected human ancestry as well
Sub category: Healer/alchemist
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Blunt, calculative, aggressive, and often quiet. Though deep down, she does have a caring side…somewhere. Cassandra was never the emotional or overly supportive type, always the less nurturing and more "shove out of the nest to learn to fly" type of healers and has a knack to get into fights. But she has a way of letting her actions show where her words fail, putting those that she manages to trust and care about before herself and being there wherever she may be needed. She is loyal but never afraid to speak her mind and bare fangs when something goes against her better judgment.
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History: Cass's history is a long and dicey one, starting out as a mere thief upon the cobbled streets of various towns and villages, her only directive on what her next source of food would be, a slave to her never ending and oddly picky hunger. That was until Ceobes came along, the first and only source of foundation Cassandra ever knew. The sacrifice of her freedom for a better world…it was something the woman hardly cared to pass up. She devoted herself willingly, her talents with the herbs at her fingers and the grip of a fighter serving well to allow her to climb the ranks within the man's vastly growing army. She did everything she was ordered without question, without remorse, without care…until one day she did. The devotee to this day fails to understand what had changed in her, what sparked the hesitations in her motives. Whatever the case may be, it all became too much, one day choosing to yank at her leash and bare her teeth to the master she once faithfully served before vanishing altogether into the night. Now a days she roams the streets and a weary traveler, taking on odd jobs, contracts, and whatever other lines of work she sees fit; trying desperately to repave the foundation that now lays crumbled to dust.
Age: appears to be 26, but true age is unknown
Gender: Female
Species: Dark elf/vampire hybrid, suspected human ancestry as well
Sub category: Healer/alchemist
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Blunt, calculative, aggressive, and often quiet. Though deep down, she does have a caring side…somewhere. Cassandra was never the emotional or overly supportive type, always the less nurturing and more "shove out of the nest to learn to fly" type of healers and has a knack to get into fights. But she has a way of letting her actions show where her words fail, putting those that she manages to trust and care about before herself and being there wherever she may be needed. She is loyal but never afraid to speak her mind and bare fangs when something goes against her better judgment.
Appearance:
History: Cass's history is a long and dicey one, starting out as a mere thief upon the cobbled streets of various towns and villages, her only directive on what her next source of food would be, a slave to her never ending and oddly picky hunger. That was until Ceobes came along, the first and only source of foundation Cassandra ever knew. The sacrifice of her freedom for a better world…it was something the woman hardly cared to pass up. She devoted herself willingly, her talents with the herbs at her fingers and the grip of a fighter serving well to allow her to climb the ranks within the man's vastly growing army. She did everything she was ordered without question, without remorse, without care…until one day she did. The devotee to this day fails to understand what had changed in her, what sparked the hesitations in her motives. Whatever the case may be, it all became too much, one day choosing to yank at her leash and bare her teeth to the master she once faithfully served before vanishing altogether into the night. Now a days she roams the streets and a weary traveler, taking on odd jobs, contracts, and whatever other lines of work she sees fit; trying desperately to repave the foundation that now lays crumbled to dust.
Feralstryker
Usurper of the wilds
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That's what I was going to go for, she still had her herbs and tonics for minor situations, but for the most part she has her own abilities she likes to put to use
Quinn
Knight
Name: Calypso
Age: appears 21, but it is ageless
Gender: Female
Species: Fairy
Personality: Calypso is a queen and conducts herself with regal elegance when she must. She has a strong sense of pride and duty to protect those she cares for. If someone crosses her, her temper shows no mercy. However, like most fairies, she prefers to let her emotions and inhibitions rule her behavior. She is bold and the life of the party when things aren't meant to be serious.
Appearance:
History: Calypso was born into fairy nobility and has taken her place as Queen with pride for centuries. After a long war that ended a century ago, she has been in isolation with her people. The partying has come to bore her and she leaves her home for some adventure and to bring new prosperity to her home upon return.
Age: appears 21, but it is ageless
Gender: Female
Species: Fairy
Personality: Calypso is a queen and conducts herself with regal elegance when she must. She has a strong sense of pride and duty to protect those she cares for. If someone crosses her, her temper shows no mercy. However, like most fairies, she prefers to let her emotions and inhibitions rule her behavior. She is bold and the life of the party when things aren't meant to be serious.
Appearance:
History: Calypso was born into fairy nobility and has taken her place as Queen with pride for centuries. After a long war that ended a century ago, she has been in isolation with her people. The partying has come to bore her and she leaves her home for some adventure and to bring new prosperity to her home upon return.
dteagle12
The Grand Poobah de Doink of All of This and That
Inner Sanctum Nobility
Name: Lorik the scarred
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Ability: enhanced healing beyond what a normal orc can do. It heals his wounds but leaves scars. The healing of large wounds makes him weak and tired for a little while.
Personality: Lorik is a happy and proud man who has trained himself through fights. He always has a smile on his face that hides a pain that cuts deeper than any blade.
Appearance: Lorik has as all orcs do a large well muscled body. He has slightly messy black hair and a well kept beard. His eyes are nearly all black except for a hint of emerald green.
History: Lorik was his clans secret weapon and as such also thier most used. From the young age of twelve he was used to claim territory or resources. He didnt mind as long as his younger sister was kept safe. It was on his sisters name day in her eighteenth year that they were attacked and his sister killed before his eyes. If only he had been faster, stronger, or even just.... or even just smarter he could have saved her. This pain is what shrouds his heart and keeps him from truly connecting with others in any real way.
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Ability: enhanced healing beyond what a normal orc can do. It heals his wounds but leaves scars. The healing of large wounds makes him weak and tired for a little while.
Personality: Lorik is a happy and proud man who has trained himself through fights. He always has a smile on his face that hides a pain that cuts deeper than any blade.
Appearance: Lorik has as all orcs do a large well muscled body. He has slightly messy black hair and a well kept beard. His eyes are nearly all black except for a hint of emerald green.
History: Lorik was his clans secret weapon and as such also thier most used. From the young age of twelve he was used to claim territory or resources. He didnt mind as long as his younger sister was kept safe. It was on his sisters name day in her eighteenth year that they were attacked and his sister killed before his eyes. If only he had been faster, stronger, or even just.... or even just smarter he could have saved her. This pain is what shrouds his heart and keeps him from truly connecting with others in any real way.
