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  1. These are my babies. Insults are encouraged. Please cyber bully me.

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    #1 Gossamer, Feb 22, 2015
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  2. Toby


    Name


    Toby Turner


    Age


    18


    Gender


    Male


    Roleplay


    The Midnight Train to Nowhere




    • Standing at 5'8" and weighing around 145lbs. it's not hard to mistake Toby for a young athlete, which is ironic because he isn't really into sports. Constant outside activity as well as some recreational hobbies have kept Toby pretty much in shape. If he were to cut get a haircut he could pass as a 21 year old, however his passion for dressing like a child and messy blonde hair make him look quite a few years younger.



    • Toby's personality is as colorful and bright as the clothes he wears. Dancing in public to his favorite song, running through the toy aisles of a store, nothing is beyond him. He purposefully acts like a child because he was never happier than when he was a child. With the attitude and behavior of a little kid it's no surprise he gets excited over the slightest things, a good grade on a homework assignment or a simple compliment is enough to skyrocket his mood.

      Optimistic to the point where it's almost ridiculous, it's a rare thing to see Toby complain or pout over anything, so one would think he just doesn't care about anything or he bottles up his emotions, but both of those statements are completely untrue. He's beyond appreciative of friends, family, really anybody that's nice to him, and will not hesitate to make his emotions known. He comes off as loud and childish, but he just has endless thoughts and feelings and want's to talk about them all.

      People aren't afraid to open up or talk to him because he's completely straightforward and honest with everybody, no matter who they are, or think they are. Toby treats everybody equally and isn't afraid to speak his mind, in fact he encourages others to do so. Do what makes you happy, be with those that make you happy, live your life however you want and don't listen to what others have to say about it, this is what he believes in.

      It doesn't take a lot for him to have a good time and his hyper childish mindset can make it last for a long time. It's difficult to match his energy, he's like a MacGyver of happiness. Even though he can entertain himself with ease he prefers being around his few friends and family, he dislikes feeling alone and constantly wants to do things or be around others. Having Toby as a friend can be fun but sometimes a little tiring. While some would prefer to sit around and relax he prefers going outside or walking around town, playing fun games like cops and robbers or hide and seek, just being active and doing whatever sounds like fun at the time. His imagination is just as hyper and endless. He loves bright colors, the outdoors, sweets and junk food, cartoons, unicorns, dinosaurs, rainbows... you get the idea.

      Endless energy and imagination have resulted in many outlets for Toby to flourish. He has notebooks littered with random drawings and loves to read books and solve puzzles, anything that can keep his mind active. Music is a big part of his life, at age ten his grandmother bought him a piano for christmas and he spent weeks and weeks in his room, teaching himself to play. He loves to recall the days he spent in his grandmothers house, dancing around the living room to oldies. At the rare moments Toby is bored or being forced to wait, he loves to sing to himself, sometimes songs by his favorite artist or even just about the environment around him. It really is as if he lives in his own world.

      When it comes to socializing not an ounce of shyness will reside in Toby's mind. If one can manage to calm him down they'll find out that Toby loves to talk about pretty much anything (jf he likes you of course) he's beyond friendly and easily impressed, but at times can be a bit of a dork. Toby loves to persistently poke at others feelings, thoughts and emotions. Not to be annoying or anything he just likes to dissect people that interest him and find out what makes them tick. He dislikes followers and wants everybody to speak up for themselves, he won't hesitate to stand up for somebody no matter the consequence.



    • "Weird" is one word that could describe Toby's life, or at least his childhood. There really wasn't anything wrong but constantly Toby felt like something was missing, which could be a result of growing up without a father. He lived with his mother, grandmother, and younger sister, but living in a house of women didn't stop him from becoming a feisty, hyper kid who spent his days outside riding his bike and playing with his friends or just sitting on the couch drawing and watching cartoons. A lack of attention inevitably lead to Toby becoming a class clown in school, a petty troublemaker that made the other students laugh and stressed out his teachers. Life wasn't particularly normal but it was simple, and looking back those years as a kid were some of his best.

      It was his teenager years where things began to take a different, unpleasant direction. Toby absolutely hated middle school, suddenly watching cartoons, playing with toys and wearing shirts of his favorite superhero's were all considered "uncool" and "nerdy", all his friends changed practically overnight and Toby was suddenly alone. He refused to surrender to the ridicule, but the isolation was too much, so he joined the school band merely because being called a band geek felt a little better than being called a loser, plus it was nice to have people to actually talk too. Toby spent three very long years trying to survive.

      High school, without a doubt, was much worse. A lot worse, but for different reasons. It wasn't the bullying (which was still pretty bad) or the loneliness which he had pretty much gotten used too, it was the death of his grandmother. It came unexpectedly and relentlessly, sending Toby into a spiraling depression. The saying "You don't know what you've got until it's gone" became terribly relevant. His grandmother always encouraged Toby to be himself and do what makes him happy, whenever school was too much she was always there to cheer him up, but now Toby felt more alone than ever. His freshman year felt like a long, gloomy decade.

      The following summer he had somewhat of an epiphany, a realization that life, well, kinda sucked. Toby's constant effort dissolved, and transformed into the person he is today. He was never happier than his time spent as a child, so he decided to remain a child. His confidence soared the following school year, the bullying and ridicule didn't even phase him, he said what he wanted, did what he wanted, Toby took control of his life and this brand new confident attitude caught the attention of a few others, who admired his bravery and felt the same as he did.

      With a small group of friends to call his own, closure, and newfound confidence, the next few months went by smoothly and happily for Toby. He was more of a child now than ever and cherished his friends and family greatly. Eventually, this brand new Toby also caught the attention of a girl. He wasn't foreign to girls or relationships (nor was he any good at either) but right away this was different. Toby had found his high school sweetheart, he was in love, and spent two years far beyond cloud nine.

      This didn't last, as i'm sure you've pieced together. In fact, one month before graduating and entering the world, things took a sudden turn for the worst, practically overnight. Toby's relationship with the girl of dreams had ended, not in a "this isn't working out" kind of way, but a "i cheated on you multiple times" kind of way. Not even a week later, his mother was hospitalized due to a car crash. Both Toby and his sister were forced to find jobs to support the family, who were now in debt.



    • What did you wish for?: "It's really unfair, because nobody warns you. Nobody like, grabs you by the shoulders and says hey, everything is really gonna suck, and you're gonna be really sad, and it doesn't ever really get better you just kinda learn to deal with it y'know. That's not fair. I grew up under the impression I can be whatever I want and everything's gonna be fine but i'm like two weeks away from graduating and I don't know what i'm gonna do with my life, that's stupid! We don't have any money for college, and college sounds dumb anyways. I want to be a kid again. I want to wake up everyday and eat my grandma's breakfast while I watch cartoons and stuff y'know. And ride my bike too, and draw and all that stuff like, I want that. Forever."



    • "Do you like swimming? Do you guys swim here? I can hold my breath for like, 3 minutes. I really like swimming haha it's fun, I kind of close my eyes sometimes and pretend i'm floating in space, except like, if space was wet, or something. Heh."




     
    #2 Gossamer, Feb 22, 2015
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  3. Arin


    Name


    Arin


    Age


    17


    Gender


    Male


    Occupation

    Tailor


    Roleplay




    • Due to his occupation Arin's clothing is usually sewn with various pieces of cloth. It's impossible to catch the young man without a thimble on his left thumb, which he wears as often as one would wear a wedding ring.



    • Somewhat quiet but not at all shy, Arin comes off as your typical young adult with a few minor quirks here and there. He's not one to start a conversation directly and usually avoids people. However, if one were to simply approach and engage the young man they'd find out that he can hold a conversation quite well. In fact, a few people enjoy talking to Arin because he listens attentively and will happily respond as if he's well aware of a variety of topics.

      He's not truly knowledgeable, but knows how to maneuver around unfamiliar topics. This is due to the fact that Arin strays away from people in Mayloom yet ironically he's quick to approach and talk to traders, bards, pretty much anybody from out of town and is enthralled by their stories. Because of this wondrous outlook Arin has developed an admiration for books. After an hour of tailoring he's quick to lay down in a pile of cloth and enjoy a novel, good or bad.

      Even whilst living in a town as mediocre as Mayloom, Arin has somehow managed to develop somewhat of a sense of humor. He's not some kind of joker, but given enough time he could make somebody laugh if he knew them well enough. The young man is also known to be quite handy around the town and will gladly go out of his way to help another for the mere sake of kindness and good faith.

      Don't judge a book by it's cover. This is a phrase that bodes well with Arin's persona. Anyone in Mayloom will look at him and see a normal, mediocre young man. Arin see's the people of Mayloom from a completely different perspective.

      At the age of ten, he witnessed the death of his grandpa. This wasn't anything traumatizing or horrific, merely an old man resting on his bed, slowly experiencing a peaceful death. His grandpa was born in Mayloom and happily spent his entire life in the town. Lying in a bed as his life drained away was the best way to go according to the old man. Arin, however, saw it in a completely different fashion. His perspective on life changed. In his eyes his grandfather had accomplished nothing, he spent his entire life a waste of space. It was beyond pathetic, and that was the fate everybody in Mayloom was destined for. Maybe everybody in the world was destined for it. To be born, to live a mediocre life and then die. It was pointless. If one doesn't live a fulfilled life, they shouldn't live at all.

      The idea wasn't as strong at the time but as Arin's years continued in Mayloom and he seemed no closer nor farther away a meaningful life, he began to not only doubt the worth of his existence but others as well. He spent hours upon hours, daydreaming about not just his death but the death of everybody he had ever encountered. Because he had spent his entire life in Mayloom, the world was small to him. The idea of everybody on earth dying wasn't ridiculous to the young man.

      As time passed, Arin grew to hate people. Those who spent their days doing nothing. Out of everyone, he hated his friends the most. Yet, ironically, Arin also grew to hate himself. He doesn't choose to have thoughts about hatred and death, he merely can't help it. It's what's in his heart. And so he hates himself for hating everybody else. This bipolar attitude has led to a sociopathic state of mind. Because of Arin's constant death daydreaming, he's naturally become sadistic, but he hasn't the strength or aptitude to kill or harm anyone in Mayloom. Only the desire. However, on some nights when the daydreams and thoughts were too passionate and consuming, Arin would sneak out in the middle of his house and murder various type of cattle and sheep using only his tailoring scissors. Every kill was sloppy and poorly executed, but it was enough to satisfy his mind.

      Arin hasn't dared to confide in anybody about his dark thoughts and desires. Half of the reason being he doesn't know anybody he could trust with such issues, and the other half being he's afraid punishment for such ill thoughts would be an execution or some type of banishment. His life in Mayloom continues on, one day at a time, as does his burning desire for the death of all people. The young man is on the verge of becoming a psychopath, yet his family, friends and neighbors are none the wiser.



    • Born and raised in a small town known as Mayloom, Arin's life could easily be summed up in one word. Plain. His family owned and lives in a clothing store renowned by the town. It wasn't prominent to the point where they lived a lavish lifestyle but the revenue was decent enough for them to have a satisfied life. Tailoring is the family business, and second-nature to Arin. Days upon days have been spent inside a messy room riddled with cloth and string, both on the ground and on himself. It's safe to say a majority of his life was spent weaving linen or sewing a torn coat. His skill for tailoring has even surpassed his mothers, however it's not really something the boy prides himself on. "Best Tailor in all of Mayloom"not exactly the most jaw-dropping feat. Even so it's a hobby nonetheless and one that keeps his life occupied and off of other things.

      Mayloom is not rich or poor, not exciting or dull, not pleasant or unpleasant. The soil is average and the winters are bearable. Everybody knows everybody. Nothing is kept secret except for that which remains behind doors. There's nothing noteworthy or quirky about Mayloom, it's merely a town full of people that are content with living amongst eachother. Not once has Arin ever ventured outside of Mayloom. On some occasions he was willing to explore the outskirts with friends on days filled with nothing to do but never had the opportunity ever arisen for him to travel elsewhere.

      The closest he's come is your typical oddball or trader that often passes through the town with a story taking place in some bustling kingdom full of everything Mayloom isn't. When not in the store, Arin can almost always be found at one of two places. Either at Mayloom's local school, or a lake just a short walk into a nearby forest. He's made a handful of friends over the years, the lake transforming into not just a mere hangout but practically their second home.




     
    #3 Gossamer, Feb 22, 2015
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  4. Henry


    Name


    Henry MacDougal


    Age


    38


    Gender


    Male


    Role

    The Researcher


    Roleplay

    None





    • Of average weight and build, Henry is prone to wearing outfits weeks at a time without changing, most of his clothing wrinkled or riddled with coffee stains as a result. Although he is used to keep himself relatively groomed, his hair has grown longer and sings of a lack of attention are noticeable, coupled with stubble. The man looks constantly worn out, with bags under his eyes at all times and a sulking expression plastered on his face when his attention has not been focused on any specific task.



    • At all times Henry appears restless and lethargic. His eyes always seem to have a tired expression. On occasion he'll often ignore those that speak to him, no matter how crucial the event may be. It's no surprise he suffers from depression. However if one manages to pick Henry up and out of his sluggish mindset they'd find out he can be somewhat of a talkative fellow, which is when his brilliancy tends to show. He's widely knowledgeable in a variety of different topics and studies and has developed an admiration for classics, music and especially literature of all kinds.

      His behavior and mood is similar to that of a roller coaster. Some days he could be out and about, making himself busy with a number of errands or chores around his house cleaning his study or ironing his clothing. On other days, he could spend hours in bed. Lying awake, not wanting to move a muscle. He contemplates suicide on a regular basis, more so out of an analytical perspective rather than a depressed one. Often you can find Henry wasting away in his study, riddled with books and papers as well as clothing.

      In regards to his behavior with people, Henry is completely straightforward. He's willing to accept all sorts of opinions and ideas but is quick to disprove why they could be wrong. As a result he may come off as rude or cold, but the reality is he's honest. Even so Henry doesn't mind participating in philosophical discussions every so often with no particular person. To many people's surprise he has a soft spot for children, where as instead of being straightforward and honest with people, Henry is much more tolerant and attentive to children's thoughts and perspectives.



    • Born unto wealth, Henry grew up a young noble in Wiltshire, England. As a child, he spent days upon days indoors, locking himself in the families libraries as he lost himself in every book. To no surprise, Young Henry excelled academically and was well on his way to becoming a renowned scientist. That was the goal set for him by his parents. However, Henry was ahead of his time when it came to ideals, morals, and basic societal norms. He aspired to be a writer, and after one year he was forced to drop out of Oxford University because he had devoted his time in college to writing a book. Low of Solipsism by Henry MacDougal, it was published soon after he had dropped out and tackled a variety of societies issues from a philosophical angle while at the same time bashing racism and people or royalty who do nothing to help those in poverty.

      In the modern era the book would've been widely regarded as thought provoking and may have even received an award or two, however much like MacDougal himself, it was ahead of it's time. Low of Solipsism grew infamous all across England. Both the book itself as well as Henry were ridiculed and bashed by critics all over. Young Henry, who lived at Oxford at the time, fled from the city with a significant amount of his parents money and decided to lay low. It was hard to tell if this was done out of humiliation, fear of ridicule, or a desire to better himself. Either way, the MacDougal name was brought shame. Ironically, Henry made a large sum of money due to Royalties he had procured from his infamous book. Although the feedback was horrible the book itself had achieved commercial success, if you could even call it successful.

      At nineteen years, Henry began to look at his bleak future. No longer able to return to college without the support of his parents a large part of him wanted to redeem not only his reputation but that of his family, who by now had disowned him. On a whim the young lad decided to join the military in hopes of becoming some type of war hero. The idea was somewhat foolish but was the only solution a young Henry could think of at the time. Fighting on behalf of the British, Henry was thrusted straight into the Opium War of 1839. It was during this time he met the famous detective Sir George Lakeview, who at the time simply Private George.

      Even though Henry aspired to be some type of war hero and bring glory back to his family name, the idea itself was far too naive for the young lad. He spent two years serving as a journalist and photographer for the British Army. After serving his last tour, the young private retired from the military early. With a handful of articles and photographs published to no avail, Henry decided to take advantage of his military benefits along with the money he had invested. Returning to college he was scheduled to spend seven years in school studying physics, engineering and medicine whilst at the same time indulging himself into a variety of different subjects all on his spare time, mostly psychology and botany. Just as his time as a child, Henry spent hours upon hours indoors, lost in books and studies.

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      Henry graduated from Cambridge at the age of twenty six in 1845, He had spent five years in school rather than seven and went straight to work as electric telegraph engineer and inventor, propelling him back into the public eye and ensuring his wealth and fame. Two years after graduating, Henry published a new book, Thermodynamics and Their Potential For Greatness. The book boded well with critics and was praised by a few renowned engineers as well. However, just as his past humiliation began to evaporate, William Thomson, another engineer and inventor, claimed that Henry had stolen a majority of his work and theories. Both of them had attended Cambridge and graduated in the same class, however William graduated at Second Wrangler and was even awarded a Smith's prize. His word overpowered Henry's, and once again his reputation was destroyed.

      Shunned by his peers, Henry moved to London in hopes of putting his latest fiasco behind him and renewing himself. He changed his last name to Maddison and due to his wide array of credentials found work as a doctor at The London Hospital rather quickly. During his time working at the hospital Henry met Jane Fitzgerald who at the time was just a surgeon. Two months after being acquainted they soon married. Five years later Henry and Jane lived happily in London and had even raised a child. A four year old, healthy girl named Jodie Maddison.

      During the winter season of 1852, disaster struck Henry and his family. A smallpox epidemic had plagued The London Hospital, both Henry and Jane were flooded with work treating an incredible amount of patients. About a month into the epidemic, Jane had acquired the smallpox disease unbeknownst to her and the rest of the family. Upon arriving home that day, she spread the disease to both Henry and Jodie, and within a week the three of them were quarantined in their own home. Henry, Jane and Jodie were all separated from eachother for a month. During the second week, Henry was on the verge of death, but as the month went on he soon recovered from a critical state. However, upon recovering from the epidemic, Henry was grimly told that both his wife and daughter had succumbed to the smallpox disease their second week into treatment and had died in their sleep.

      Spiraling into a state of depression, Henry quit his job as a doctor as soon as he was well. He sold his house and instead purchased an apartment, where he lived in solitude. Over the next few years Henry spent a majority of his time indoors, where he would constantly publish a variety of books once again under the surname MacDougal. Whilst writing these books Henry began to dabble in morphine, cocaine, marijuana and occasionally opium. As soon as his publishings were available to the public people began to claim that Henry was going through a long term phase of post traumatic stress. His books were considered the writings of a madman. Soon after these claims hit the papers Henry decided from an analytical perspective that it would be wise to hire a therapist, even though Henry himself had spent a number years studying psychology.

      He was diagnosed as clinically depressed and prescribed a variety of drugs to help tackle his mood, along with the illegal drugs he was already indulging himself in at the time. Henry spent the next four years of his life in a blur of depression, writings, drugs and post traumatic stress. He was well on the path to suicide until word had hit the papers that a kidnapped cousin of royalty had been found. Sir George Lakeview, knighted by the Queen for his heroic deeds. Even though it had been almost twenty years since the two had spoken, Henry recognized Sir George and made contact with the detective, hoping to possibly be of some assistance. In reality he was looking for purpose, looking for a reason to pull himself out of his home.

      The two were reunited. Sir George brought Henry up to speed about the Game Master, and without hesitation, Henry asked to join his cause.





     
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  5. Sage




    Name

    Sage



    Age

    27



    Gender

    Male



    Race

    Human



    Class

    Rogue



    Specialization

    Wilding Stance



    Weapons

    Three Vardendalian Daggers
    Elven Short Sword
    Wyvern Bone Short-bow
    Bladed Gloves
    Throwing Knives
    An assortment of hunting equipment, smoke bombs and poisons.


    Alliance

    Neutral


    Roleplay


    All the Kings Men







    • At first glance, it is nearly impossible to tell where Sage is from, or where he's been. The man dresses like a mercenary from the sandy deserts of Balefall, speaks with a Vardendalian accent, and carries himself like a Wilding tribesmen. With his height being 6'1", Sage often stands out in a room as a result of his unusual choice of clothing, the most noticeable garment being his mask, which few people have seen him without.


      The man is covered from head to toe in daggers, knives and pouches filled to the brim with herbs, spices, plants and a variety of ingredients. An intriguing yet odd scent seems to radiate from the man at all times because of the assortment of chemicals and organisms constantly on his person. His presence often immediately causes tension and intimidation wherever he may find himself.


      His abundance of tattered clothing makes it difficult for one to notice his slim build and tan skin, which suggest hours upon hours spent outdoors in deserts and forests. Although he isn't exceptionally muscular, his body is well toned as a result of constant physical activity.


      If one were lucky enough to witness Sage without his mask they would find a perfectly healthy, young looking man coupled with soft features, clear skin and vibrant light blue eyes. These features, along with his snow white hair suggest that his parents may have been Norborin.



    • Sage was raised among Feline tribesmen, a majority of his life was quite literally spent living in the wilderness, thus he has a wide array of quirks and differences from that of your average human in terms of mannerism and behavior. Even his fellow Wildings see him as a bit strange. The man talks different, eats different, even going so far as to walk in an odd, animal like manner, not purposefully, but simply out of genuine habit.


      It's difficult to tell what Sage may be thinking or feeling due to him always wearing his mask, unless one frequented his company and broke down his behavior psychologically. He often stares at people without saying a word, quietly and curiously observing their movements and behavior from behind the black painted eyes of his hand-made mask which can be quite unsettling for some. However, his silence is merely a result of how shy Sage can be, typically around strangers and even more so around humans and mages. The man bears no prejudice against any races and judges people based on their character, however, he is most comfortable around Elves and other Wildings.


      The man absolutely adores nature and its animals, and is very much against wildlife abuse or mindlessly killing creatures simply for sport. He's learned to communicate with nature itself, in some ways. Whether it be reading the sway of the trees or feeling the dirt beneath him, or simply gazing at plants and wildlife at an attempt to see what or who may have been there before. Sage does not talk to nature, he merely communicates, and in some way understands it. This is all a result of his adolescence living in the wilderness.


      Sage has spent most of his recent life alone, traveling Ellira, and thus has grown largely independent on himself and feels somewhat uncomfortable when socializing with strangers or being confined to an area with a large amount of people for a long duration of time. The man would go so far as to climb to the roof of a building or hang from the wooden beams of a ceiling for some peace and quiet.


      As eerie as he may seem, if one manages to spark up a conversation with Sage they will find that he is a rather open-minded and friendly individual. He's articulate and widely knowledgeable in a variety of subjects regarding most of the nations of Ellira regarding the land and culture. His travels have taken him far and wide, which occasionally will make it easier for him to get along with others. He's quite honest with people, no matter who they are, or may think they are, and his words are mistaken for insults more often than not. A rather straightforward and curious individual, Sage will not hesitate to speak his mind when he finds the courage to speak at all.



    • Deep in the empty plains of Vardendale an elvish farm sits alone amongst the green pastures. Smoke can be seen from miles away as its barns and cottages burn incessantly. It's occupants lie on the dirt, slaughtered. Wildings rummage through the aftermath of a gruesome battle between Elven farmers and feline tribesmen, in search of anything that may be of value. However, to their surprise, they come across not gold or valuables, but a two year old white haired and light blue eyed toddler, sleeping within a wooden crib, unbeknownst to the unsettling amount of dead bodies that lay outside. The most startling fact to the Wildings being that this newborn is not an Elf like those who resided in the farm, but a Human.


      "His hair is as white as a Sage flower," Says one of the Wildings, a feline named Osin.


      Sage, upon being spared by this Wilding tribe, is taken in by Osin. The boy spent the next decade being raised by Wildings, partaking in the very same activities and culture that their people do, who were quick to accept the boy into their tribe, happily treating him as one of their own. Osin frequently took the boy into the wilderness and taught him numerous things about the environment and its wildlife. Early on Sage was taught to track and hunt animals, providing him with the necessary tools to do so since he wasn't a Wilding, thus he would have to rely on the use and know-how of weapons.


      Osin raised Sage as if he were his own son, and the boy truly believed that he was his father.



      The tribe prospered over the years and began to expand. Although Sage had explored much of Vardendale thanks to Osin, and had even visited neighboring tribes, he had never met another human. The members of the tribe identified him as a Wilding since he was a toddler, however they never explained to him how he came to be a part of their community, only going so far as to say that he was "Unique,"



      It wasn't long after the tribes expansion that word began to spread amongst the rest of the country. On Sage's fourteenth birthday (which was the day Osin and the Wildings discovered him at the farm) a group of traveling merchants on their way to Balefall caught wind of the prospering community and took it upon themselves to visit the tribe in hopes of trade and refuge. Sage was astonished at their presence, immediately going into a frenzy of questions.


      After the boy had calmed down, Osin decided to reveal to him the truth regarding the day they found him sleeping in a crib within an Elven farm. On that very day, Osin had rummaged through the contents of the cottage in search of anything that may reveal why the Elves were harboring a human toddler. Deciding that now was the most appropriate time, he bestowed upon the boy a letter addressed to the Elven farmers, written by his mother.


      Letter to Elves (open)
      Dear Gwyn, my most trusted of friends, I write to you with unfathomable urgency. Time is very short, and so I shall be brief. Your husband Aerin has departed from Portsmouth with my dear Jaron, I beg of you to look after him. Pirates are firing at our ship as we speak, Most of the crew has already boarded the dinghy's. Alas, me and Dorian have been branded lower class and are to remain on the ship. Aerin only had enough coin to request passage for himself, and so we have left Jaron in his hands. I beg of you, please give him the love and nourishment I cannot, and see that he never brandishes a sword. Teach him to read and write, find him honest work amongst the Elves, inform him as much as possible that he has a mother who loves him grea- (writing ends here)




      Osin had used every resource he had available in an attempt to find out if his mother had survived, but to no avail. He wanted to keep this knowledge hidden forever, and hoped to abide by the request Sage's mother had made, more so because of how guilty he felt for slaughtering the boys new family. He wanted to the boy to become a hunter, profiting off of the land. It was the most honest job he could conceive for a boy growing up with Wildings. Spiraling into a state of confusion, Sage spent the rest of his day alone in the wilderness to ponder his overwrought emotions. As the boy sat amongst the trees and animals, his many years spent within nature warned him that evil had infiltrated his home. With haste he dashed through the forest back to the tribe, his heart sinking as he saw smoke rising from houses. The merchants who had been in search of trade and shelter had been in disguise, the reality being they were scouts for a notorious band of Marked criminals that had received word of the growing village and took it upon themselves to raid the tribe. The boy watched the only home he knew set ablaze, in the midst of the fire and death stood a Horned Swordsman, who appeared to be the leader of the band of criminals.



      Sage sprinted into the village at full speed, frantically searching for his loved ones as the Marked bandits raided the tribe. They only slaughtered those that fought to defend the village, and were merely in search of gold and valuables. After the entire tribe had been ransacked and its defenders killed in battle, the bandits departed.


      Osin did not survive the attack. With their village nearly burned to ashes and their necessities stolen, the tribe was forced to pack what was left of the village and travel north to a neighboring village. Upon arrival, the neighboring tribe was more than willing to take them in. Their numbers had dwindled drastically, after all.


      Sage was taken in by one of Osin's cousins, Ramses. He was the captain of the tribes guard. The two had only met once in the past, and that was when the boy was twelve. Ramses didn't particularly have the same ideals as his cousin, and was quite passionate about his hatred for humans and mages. He was hard-headed, and saw the world as a dangerous place for wildings. He knew, however, that Sage would not face this same ridicule. Even so, he thought it best to prepare the boy for the treacherous world of Ellira. Sage himself had witnessed the harsh reality of the world that they lived in. Where Osin had taught Sage to hunt, track and communicate with nature, Ramses decided it would be best to teach the boy how to fight, move and kill like a Wilding. The next five years were spent in training.


      It was during this period of his life Sage acquired the mask.


      By the time Sage turned nineteen, Ramses had built the boy up to be a well-rounded fighter. On many occasions he took the boy to towns and villages in Vanthorn to better acquaint him with humans and elves, rather than isolating him. Even though his childhood was spent in nourishment and care, Sage couldn't help but feel like he had been living a lie. Now equipped with the knowledge he needed to survive, Sage bid farewell to his family of Wildings, and ventured off on his own to explore the world he had been hidden from for so long.


      Even though the young man had visited human cities and settlements on numerous occasions, he couldn't help but feel lost without Ramses. He desperately wanted to explore the world, and decided that the most suitable route for such a journey would be mercenary work. It didn't take long for people to notice his unorthodox style, and he soon found himself traveling Ellira with a band of misfit mercenaries. Sage spent the next few years of his life indulging himself in the culture, environment, and people of other nations.


      For four years Sage and his fellow mercenaries traveled throughout a majority of Ellira, spending most of their time in the nations of Balefall, Vanthorn and Kalico. The group amassed a sizable number of clients, and had even amassed enough gold to open a barracks in Balefall, where a large amount of work could be found as a result of the holds claiming independence. Even though the experience as a whole was memorable, and Sage had learned much from his fellow mercenaries both in and out of battle, many questions in the mans life were still left without answers. He yearned to discover the fate of his parents and punish those responsible, as well as exact vengeance upon the man that had murdered his father and set his home ablaze.


      After much stressful consideration, Sage bid farewell to his fellow mercenaries, that of which he considered family as well. His search for the truth began in Portsmouth, the location he had allegedly departed from on the day his mothers ship was attacked by pirates. Sage wandered Ellira on his own, with very few clues and only a few names at his disposal. His many years of fighting experience allowed him to take up bounty hunting in his spare time to support himself financially.


      Four years of searching produced absolutely no results. As desperate as Sage grew, he was plagued with even more troubles. His travels allowed the man to realize how much Ellira was beginning to tear itself apart. He had known nothing but peace for half his life, but traveling Ellira in the midst of slavery, conspiracy, segregation and disagreement, he felt somewhat obligated to play a part in its reunification.


      For quite some time he put off joining the Exalted Wardens, in fear that such a route would disrupt his path for truth and retribution. As time went on, however, Sage took it upon himself to do good in the world while he was still able, hoping that along the way the Creator would guide him to his ambitions.



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      • Exceptionally athletic and agile, can scale certain buildings/towers/cliffs/trees with little to no effort, much like an animal
      • Expert at hunting and tracking
      • Tailor
      • Developed his "Wilding Stance" fighting style during training with Ramses. His attacks and strategy a mixture of both a feline and an assassin
      • Fear of goats and rams
      • Sage grew up amongst Felines and spent a majority of his life believing that he was one of them. Even though he is aware and understands that he is not a Wilding and is in fact Human, he can't help but feel a connection to the Feline race and truly feels like a Wilding in his heart. Hearing these concerns, his mask was crafted by a Feline mage that resided in his last tribe. She blessed the mask itself and decorated it with markings, leather and jewelry derived from the Mooncrest Isle, convincing Sage that every moment he spends wearing the mask, he spends as a Wilding. He feels extremely uncomfortable and anxious when not wearing the mask. It is the most precious valuable to him next to the letter he possesses written by his mother.











     
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  6. Banksy reference? :oo
     
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  7. Yes! I didn't think anyone would catch that. Wanted to put something intriguing rather than just "character dump"

    p.s. you rock

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  8. Lucatiel

    Name
    Lucatiel



    Age
    29



    Gender
    Female



    Race
    Human



    Class
    Warrior



    Specialization
    Templar



    Weapons
    Longsword
    Kite Shield


    Alliance
    Anti-Mage




    • Height: 5'9"
      Weight: 135


      Fair skin and dark hair, Lucatiel hasn't any noteworthy traits that would distinguish her from your average Vanthorin human other than her bright green eyes. Quite rarely do people see her out of her trademarked half-plated combat armor, which she wears on a daily basis. That coupled with two decades worth of physical training has provided quite the muscular body, strong enough to wield any sword and sport most sets of armor with relative ease.

      Rather than have her hair up in a bun like most Vanthorin women brought up in the military, she cuts it short every so often to the point where it barely exceeds her neck. Out of habit, she makes sure to keep herself relatively groomed.



    • Relentlessly rigid in both mind and body, Lucatiel is a model soldier who displays both discipline and a stern attitude in every aspect of her behavior. Constantly maintaining a dignified appearance in any present company, hardly will she participate nor even acknowledge any type of foolish behavior or activities.

      Rarely in her lifetime has she been awarded the luxury of amusement and relaxation, and at times she may come off as mundane or completely serious, as if she is foreign to any types of fun or happiness. Although it is true that her sense of humor is lacking, this is not entirely the case, and is only a result of years spent in vigorous training and an occupation that requires one to remain solemn and astute at all times of the hour.

      Thus, Lucatiel is a person who can only find solace when occupied with tasks that require such a reputable mindset. Life as a templar is the only life she has ever known.

      As a result of having spent two decades under the influence and pressure of a city renowned for both its holy soldiers and slave army, Lucatiel naturally sees herself above any race that is not human. This is not, however, because she believes she is superior. This mindset is an unrelenting habit. She was quite literally raised to see Elves as lesser beings and Wildings as savages. Even so, she is genuinely making an attempt to change her perception of other races.

      Doing so, however, is excruciatingly better said than done. She will often feel uncomfortable whilst in the company of any race that is not human, as she is unsure how to speak to them even in the most casual of situations. Although she strives for equality on the inside, putting said beliefs into actions will take time. Decades of racist guidance and cruel ideals will have to be undone.


      Even though Lucatiel has silently pledged to herself to be more open-minded, hoping to differentiate herself from her fellow Vanthorin peers and superiors, she wholeheartedly retains her Anti-mage beliefs. This is not, however, out of fear. Albeit she does not fully understand magic, she has observed and studied it numerous times in the past, allowing her to observe it from a rational perspective.

      She considers it a dangerous tool that mere humans should not possess, in her opinion the consequences of such abilities far outweigh the benefits.

      Even so, she is not an extremist, and does not seek to combat or even murder mages or their affiliates. She does, however, contain biased and uneasy feelings towards any mages, and will often retain suspicion when in their company.


    • Raised in the heart and beauty of Bellows with her mother and father, two well renowned templars, as well as three older siblings who were undergoing templar training, Lucatiel was practically born to wield a blade, as it was family tradition. She lived a relatively happy life, sheltered and unaware of the slavery and racism popular in Vanthorn.

      As soon as she was able, Lucatiel attended school with other military children where she was taught the basics of math, reading, writing, as well as being lectured regarding the land of Ellira and the countries within, along with basic information regarding their culture.

      Her parents, heavily instilling their ideals and beliefs into their children, brought Lucatiel up to see herself as above Elves and Wildings. Most if not all the children that she attended school with had already been established as anti-magic and it was inevitable that she herself felt the same way. Still, they studied the use and concept of Magic, as it was valuable information to learn in the eyes Vanthorin teachers.

      On her twelfth birthday, Lucatiel was gifted a training sword by by father, as was customary in the family. Albeit, she was their youngest child at the time and their only daughter, her parents still decided to put her through the same training as her three brothers. Lucatiel did not think to object her parents decision, and aspired to follow in their footsteps.

      The training from there on ocurred both on and off the field. Her mornings were spent running laps throughout the training grounds with her fellow classmates and siblings as well as other such activities like sword fighting and horseback riding. Her afternoons spent indoors with books and maps, their focus broadened from mere school curriculum to the the ins and outs of military battle, tactics and strategy.

      The training itself was not exhausting or dreadful, her teachers and instructors were patient, and her peers tolerable. As Lucatiel and her classmates improved over the years, the training increased in vigor to keep up with their pace, as well as the standards set by students before them.

      By the time she was in her twenties, Lucatiel was a well rounded and established Warrior and Tactician, at least in theory. She is above average academically speaking, as well as in great physical shape, but even all the vigorous training in the world couldn't give one the experience of battle, which she and her colleagues absolutely lacked.

      At the age of twenty two, with both her Military and Templar training complete, Lucatiel had officially followed in the footsteps of her parents and siblings. However, even though she lived in Bellows her entire life, quite rarely did she witness the cruelty bestowed upon Elves, Mages and Wildings first-hand. Even on these most rarest occasions, she would simply assume that the victim was a menace to society, a mindset she was taught to believe in her whole life.

      Officially deployed as a Templar in the Vanthorin Army, Lucatiel set off to experience battle for the first time, which she had been more than prepared for both physically and mentally. However, her time spent with the military allowed her to witness for herself not only the turmoil of battle, but the affects of human cruelty upon other races.

      Where she had been brought up in the military willingly, there were thousands upon thousands of Elves who were instead serving in the army against their will. The most striking truth of all for the young woman was the fact that they were people, just like her, with thoughts, feelings, families and even ambitions.

      Lucatiel witnessed the death of Wildings and Elves in battle as a result of careless strategy. Those in charge of battle tactics deployed the "lesser" races in battle first, in both numerous numbers and hardly armed, overwhelming the enemy at the cost of numerous lives. She witnessed their deaths first hand, watching as they bled, just as humans did, and wept, just as humans did.

      Now having seen things from a different perspective, Lucatiel could no longer agree nor abide by the constant slavery, racism, and mindless war that her fellow Vanthorin's turned a blind eye to as they sat upon Elven cities claiming them as their own. She spent years conflicted as to what to think, torn between not wanting to disappoint her family and fellow peers, yet at the same time riddled with guilt to the point where she lost sleep.

      It wasn't until King Akard's ideals and search for Warriors had spread to Vanthorn that Lucatiel had found the courage to make her decision to quit her life as a Templar of the Vanthorin Army. Her family was quick to both disagree and disown her, showing no sympathy for her feelings nor guilt for their own actions, even going so far as to claim she was a blight upon their otherwise perfect heritage.

      She had not expected her family to think otherwise, and had prepared herself for their disownment. It was painful, yet bearable. She knew under their stern words and actions they still loved her, and she them. It would have hurt more to stay and fight alongside ideals she did not agree with or comrades who treated other races with cruelty.

      Without a family, or nation, to call home, Lucatiel set off for Morcrest in hopes of becoming an Exalted Warden.




    • Name
      Farren

      Species
      Mustang

      Gender
      Male
      On several occasions Lucatiel has been teased by her fellow templars and peers as to why she prefers a common horse as a mount when Ellira offers a plethora of superior mounts. She tends to ignore these questions, and is far too stubborn to admit the fact that she herself has bonded with Farren as a result of saving the horses life after it had been attacked by a wild Wyvern. Albeit she did not take on the creature alone and had the assistance of her fellow soldiers, Lucatiel nursed the animal back to health herself. Since than she trained it herself to be a proper mount fit for a templar.

      There are scars on his left thigh leading down the leg, as well as another on the base of its nose, as a result of the Wyvern attack.



    • TBD

    • WIP


     
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  9. Prince Jaron

    Name

    Jaron Artolius Eckbert III


    Age


    29
    (20 Pre-vampirism)



    Gender

    Male


    Birthday

    October 24



    Residence

    Inverness






    • Jaron stands at a height of 5'9" weighing roughly 152lbs. Although his age has inevitably increased over the years, his body remains in the exact shape it had been at the age of twenty. The (exceptionally) young man keeps himself well-groomed and tailored to meet the high quality standards as expected of a distinguished prince.

      Fine clothing and an elegant posture tend to mask Jaron's slim figure. Although he is not exactly muscular, growing up in a healthy environment whilst participating in a number of outdoor activities has left the young man with a relatively well-toned body.

      Pale skin and dark hair coupled with soft, light blue eyes along with previously stated traits present Jaron as a well-refined young man with signs of royalty and elegance from head to toe.




     
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  10. Landon

    Name

    Landon Caulfield

    Age

    40
    (31 Pre-enchantment)


    Gender

    Male

    Occupation

    Cook / Servant

    Birthday

    March 11th

    Residence

    Inverness





    • Although Landon isn't of royal blood himself, it's quite obvious the man was brought up within such a lifestyle. His parted blonde hair and vibrant green eyes bode well with the constant smile plastered on his face. His 5'11" frame most noticeable when the cook is serving meals to the household residents and guests with an upright and professional posture that suggests he's served many tables throughout his years.

      At all times Landon can be seen in the most lavish outfits, the exception of which being when his chefs garments cover the flamboyant apparel. Groomed with a palpable air of extravagance, Landon was almost born to cook and serve royalty.



     
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  11. Sophia


    Name

    Sophia, goes by "Sofie"


    Birthday

    June 5th


    Age

    18
    (9 Pre-enchantment)



    Gender

    Female


    Occupation

    Claims to be the castle "Helper,"


    Residence

    Inverness





    • Just tall enough to fit her head above the dining room table, Sofie's bright hazelnut eyes compliment her light orange hair. The girls outfits suggest that she dresses herself as her combination of church shoes, long gray socks and black skirts contrast oddly with her plain long-sleeves.

      The most peculiar aspect of her appearance, however, is the forest green cloak that she constantly wears throughout everyday, no doubt to help her keep a low profile whilst committing mischief.




     
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  12. Disgusting. These are all utterly terrible. You should hide them where no one can ever see them again. What is wrong with you? Lucatiel looks pretty neat, though.
     
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  13. Grossly sobs in a corner
    thank you bunches <:
     
  14. Imogen


    Name

    Imogen Lorelle


    Birthday

    September 28th


    Age

    39
    (30 Pre-enchantment)



    Gender

    Female


    Occupation

    Housekeeper


    Residence

    Inverness




    • Bagged eyes, forehead wrinkles and messy hair are few of the many traits that suggest signs of constant stress and a lack of sleep. However, all of these traits are hidden beneath Imogen's bright, nurturing smile that she makes sure to keep throughout the day.

      Her long, dark brown hair tied up in a rather messy yet effective ponytail coupled with the use of a makeup kit do well to assist in masking her seemingly exhausted appearance.

      Never to be seen dressed in anything besides her housekeeping garments (as is tradition) rarely will Imogen be found in any type of casual apparel. The woman makes sure to keep every aspect of her appearance clean and well attended too. Standing at 5'9" her petite figure goes unnoticed in maids outfits.



     
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  15. Tobias


    Name

    Tobias Montagu II


    Birthday

    April 12th


    Age

    22
    (13 Pre-enchantment)



    Gender

    Male


    Occupation

    Student


    Residence

    Inverness

     
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  16. Amarinda

    Name

    Amarinda Lilith Addison I


    Birthday

    November 30th


    Age

    22
    (13 Pre-enchantment)



    Gender

    Female


    Occupation

    Student


    Residence

    Inverness

     
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  17. Henry

    Name

    Henry Cardwell


    Birthday

    January 12th


    Age

    44
    (35 Pre-enchantment)



    Gender

    Male


    Occupation

    Captain of the Guard


    Residence

    Inverness



    • Standing at 6'0" and weighing a bulky 200lbs Henry strongly suits the title of Captain. He carries himself in a uniform like manner, no doubt derived from countless years of training and service to the King. His face is contoured with high cheekbones, accented by a chiseled jaw and nose as well as a strong chin.

      Over the years Henry has allowed his dark brown hair grow going so far as to surpass his neck. Once, he may have been considered handsome what with a distinguished face befitting the Kings service. However, half of the mans face has been plagued with a repugnant disfigurement similar to that of a burn victim.

      Rarely will Henry be seen without his steel-plated armor fitted with leather padding and straps. A sword rests sheathed at the mans side at the ready.


     
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  18. Benjamin


    Name

    Benjamin "Ben" Carthwright


    Birthday

    August 3rd


    Age

    22


    Gender

    Male


    Occupation

    Merchant, owner of Ester Trading and Co.


    Residence

    Esterwell



    • A young man of average height Ben stands at 5'8", his auburn brown hair complimenting his sharp blue eyes. Although his hair is rather disheveled and unkempt, his clothing suggests a status of wealth. Such clothing efficiently obscures Ben's plain build that indicates a lack of physical activity.


     
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  19. Thunda boo! :D LOL I have come to disturb you. Disrupt the flow ♡
     
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  20. Ryva boo :heart: Haaai haha, welcome welcome. Stay as long as you like 8D

    shhhh don't tell John I used his old picture of Leila okay
     
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