Name: Ceobes Valcun Age: Unknown, presumably very old. Gender: Male Sexuality: Asexual Species: Once human, but has since lost his humanity. What he is now is anyone's guess. Sub-category: Witch
Personality: Once one of the most despicable and wicked beings in all the lands, one could certainly say that Ceobes went a little power crazy. However, being immortal sorta...killed the vibe after a while. A guy can only be so evil for so long before it gets old. These days, Ceobes has abandoned his evil tyrant regime for a simpler and more entertaining life of being a general troublemaker. He recently saw to the downfall of a wealthy and successful kingdom by luring a hoard of dragons to it, then sitting back and watching the show. He's definitely not making the top of anyone's friendslist any time soon.
That said, despite being pretty awful and all, Ceobes is surprisingly fun. His charisma skills are through the roof, and it's hard not to get drawn in. He is a very skilled manipulator, and can seem pretty harmless to someone who doesn't know his true nature. Ceobes has an elegant and proud nature to himself. He's an extreme narcissist.
Other: Rumors of how Ceobes procured his immortality and immense power vary, but most agree it's a "deal with the devil" type situation. His prowess of dark magic is impressive, and matched with his cunning and trickery, makes him a force to be reckoned with. But a deal for such power doesn't come without a price. One has to wonder what Ceobes may have traded centuries ago for his magic.
Appearance: Ceobes's extensive use of dark magic has certainly wreaked havoc on his humanity. One could hardly call him human anymore. He has pale, grayish skin, his hands blackened from the magic that flows through them. His eyes are a piercing fuchsia, the whites a slight yellow. Ceobes's hair is black and shaved on the sides of his head. He is 5'9, and pretty lean; physical strength is not one of his best attributes. He has a taste for the dramatic when it comes to clothes; all his outfits have a certain flair.
History: When and where the witch came from isn't public knowledge, and he's been known to spin varying tales that are all almost certainly lies. He emerged centuries ago to wreak havoc and overthrow kingdoms that had been in power for hundreds of years. He inspired fear across the globe, and many died trying to stop his chaotic reign. However, after so long, the amount of heroes strong enough to challenge him slowly dwindled. One day he realized that he was...bored. Being the evil ruler of the world wasn't as fun as he'd thought it would be, and he began to lose inspiration. Destroying entire villages was no longer getting a rise out of his tormented subjects because, well, they were used to it. And this simply wouldn't do.
So, Ceobes stepped down from his throne. While still certainly a terrible person, he seeks what makes him happy: Chaos. If that's burning down an ancient and cherished library, then so be it. If it's destroying other powerful evil beings, then off he goes. Perhaps he may even go on an adventure with a ragtag group of heroes.
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 sideβ¦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 worldβ¦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 careβ¦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.
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
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.
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.
