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Thor

Goddess of Thunder
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  • Cahira​ Floke​

    37 | Human | Battle Mage | Guard






    ::apperance::
    Cyan | Midnight | 5' 7" | 130 lbs
    Cahira's attire is rather plain as she doesn't quite enjoy drawing attention to herself. Only thing on her person that stands out would be the cloak made of mismatched animal skins and furs, in which she keeps the hood pulled up at all times. She's required to wear Ilyos' royal guard colors and these are the only colors of her ensemble, typically seen as colored sashes that tightly wrap the scabbard of her short sword.
    If any are lucky enough to get a glimpse beneath the hood, they would notice burn scars touching the edge of her left jaw and traveling down her neck to disappear beneath her clothing.

    ::personality::
    Cahira is a headstrong, rather stubborn woman. She is a leader, though does find herself in a follower position. As such, there's some bitterness simmering just beneath her surface. On the outside, she exudes confidence in her judgement calls and particular abilities with her sword and magic. This confidence tends to display itself as optimism. Her most prominent flaw would be her tendency to solve issues with violence, regardless if unwise or even immoral. However, now that she's in her older years, she's finding that the lines between what's good and bad are blurred and she only hopes that she makes the right decisions.

    ::history::
    Cahira Floke was born in a small village on the outskirts of Ilyos. She doesn't remember that village and hardly remembers the deadly fire that consumed it when she was only six years old. The sole survivor, though just barely, she came away with the left side of her body burned and an amnesia that never seemed to have lifted.
    Found wandering in a nearby forest, she was taken in and raised by a couple she regards as her parents. A traveling family, Cahira has visited nearly every town and city in Ilyos, though it wasn't until she was in her early teens that she suspected her adoptive father keeping secrets. They constantly moved because of his work and all attempts at satisfying her curiosity were dismissed with silly comments such as You're too young to understand. It wasn't until she was a young adult that she discovered just who her father truly was: a thief, a bandit, a criminal...a murderer.
    Devastated, Cahira ran, a burning hatred planting a seed that very day. Feeling as if she had to make up for the wrongs her father committed against so many, she sought a mentor in the art of sword fighting. She would've made a fine warrior if not for the damage she sustained in the fire. Nothing would stop her though. Setting her mind to something, she usually follows through. To counterattack the damage, she turned to magic.
    Age 22, she was spotted by an officer of Ilyos' royal guard and determining that she was gifted, she joined the royal guard and has since been one of their best Battle Mages. Is it any wonder she was handpicked to assist with escorting a group of prisoners?





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  • Genesis​ Valdus​

    435 | Elf | Necromancer | Prisoner




    ::apperance::
    Silver | White | 6' 2" | 145 lbs

    Genesis is rarely seen with a hair out of place. He seems to favor deep, rich colors and softer fabrics. His attire always leans on the side of professionalism as his business is rather social. He maintains a lean build, though there is a lingering history of having thicker muscle from once upon a time. The sharp angles of his face are a dead giveaway of his heritage, though his pointed ears makes it quite obvious just where he hails from. Eyes that were once a deep ocean blue are now eerily silvered and gleaming, his hair losing all what very little pigmentation it once had. He keeps it short so his Elven features are the most prominent of his appearance.

    ::personality::
    Genesis is quite forward, not one to shy away from speaking his mind. He has no regard for anything or anyone, his arrogance and narcissism dominating most of his actions and conversations. Sarcasm is a friend he's gotten quite close to over the many years of his life down in Ilyos and if anyone were asked to describe him, they would say that he didn't seem to possess a single shred of kindness. Though, of course, this is all that they would say about him as no one has gotten past the image he fronts in public.
    Calculating, his motivation is purely selfish...with the sole exception of the moments he simply cannot help himself. Buried deep within is an anger that manifests itself in reckless, daring acts. Once a man who was filled with pride and honor for serving his kingdom, Genesis now curses all law and order and could certainly care less about the world in which he finds himself in.

    ::history::
    Born in Avalon to the Valdus family, Genesis grew up with want for nothing. Given everything he could ever want or need, his childhood was rather uneventful. With three older siblings, Genesis was the center of attention and affection. It's perhaps this upbringing that has given him this air of entitlement. Regardless, he did have his talents. These talents aided him in honing in skill sets that he'd later use in his climb up in Avalon's royal guard.
    One of the youngest to claim the position, Captain Valdus of the Avalon Royal Guard would hold his position for quite a number of years. That is, until, the fateful day that shook the very foundation of which the kingdom was built. The Queen's murder was a devastating blow to Avalon, but he certainly did not expect to personally feel the repercussions.
    Tried and found guilty for treason, he had very little time to ponder the falsehood of justice and his execution. Thrown from the staggering heights of Avalon, Genesis plummeted to his death.
    Fate must have had something else in store for him because some unknown force stepped in just before his world went black. Communicating with what he believes to be an otherwordly being, a dreaded creature from a plane that should not exist, he agreed to assist where he could in exchange for his life. An agreement he'll later learn to deeply regret.
    Now plagued with moments of being seized by something he had no control over, it was one such moment he watched quite helplessly as he destroyed a noble family of Ilyos. Undermining their reputation and ruining their finances, it wasn't until he (or rather the being that controlled him) drove the youngest son and only heir to suicide that he was finally caught by the guard.
    He now sits in his cell, the thought of jumping off the ledge becoming more and more inviting with each passing day.



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  • Anwyll​ Dorian VII​

    23 | Human | Alchemist | Prisoner





    ::apperance::

    Chocolate | Multi | 6' | 128lbs
    Work In Progress

    ::personality::

    Anwyll is a charmer and does take it upon himself to please others, though not to the point of breaking his back. His motivation for any conversation is to make the other smile. If he succeeds, fantastic! If not, ah well. Maybe next time. His manners would make even the Queen blush, but somehow, his appearance tends to take away from his actions.​
    That doesn't mean he isn't mischievous. He likes a good prank and enjoys friendly banter with a dash of flirtation a little too much. He hardly takes anything seriously, but when he does, he usually masks it with nervous laughter and dismisses it altogether.​
    That's just it. You won't catch him without laughing at something, whether it's someone stepping in dog poo, the way a tear etches its streak down a girl's crying face, or the way blood seeps up out of a cut. His laughter is his mask and it's all anyone ever sees.​
    He is a hopeful romantic (that's right, hopeful) and quite the optimist. His favorite motto? Fall seven times, get up eight.​


    ::history::
    Work in Progress





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  • Edrei​ Gemstone​

    113 | Dwarf | Barbarian | Guard




    ::apperance::
    Green | Auburn | 3' 8" | 64 lbs

    WIP


    ::personality::
    WIP


    ::history::
    WIP




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