Basic Info
Name: Rowan//Mala
Gender/Sex: Male//Female
Species: Human//Manakete
Age: 26//214, looks like a teenager
Birthday: November 12//August 3
Orientation: Straight//Bisexual
Appearance:
Clothing/Armor Style: Rowan's armor [Partially shown in image] is primarily comprised of a strong and fairly flexible brown leather, but also includes a small iron chest plate, elbow and knee joints, a single shoulder pauldron and an iron gauntlet. He also wears thick leather boots and a pair of leather gloves, which cover up about half-way to the elbow. Outside of battle, he dons the same boots along with very simple attire, consisting of beige breeches and mostly green, white or brown shirts. Around his neck seemingly at all times is a silver chain, attached to which is a small green dragonstone.
Much to Rowan's disdain, Mala refuses to wear any sort of armor, the most protective thing on her being two gold bangles worn on her wrists. Instead, she goes into combat in the same sort of clothing she'd wear on a trip into town. She usually prefers simple clothing similar to her partner's, but will wear dresses from time to time on a whim.
Personal Information
Personality: Both Rowan and Mala are friendly and generous people who would gladly lay down their lives for the sake of another, though the both of them are so fiercely protective of eachother that they'd never allow it to come to that. Rowan is an open romantic who strongly believes in honor and justice, driven by a lifelong desire to be a hero like the ones in old stories. He is excitable and impatient, often quite reckless. He tends to treat Mala as though she were his younger sister, even knowing just how much older than him that she is. She hates it and he knows it, and that just makes him want to do it more.
Mala is a very sweet and warm-hearted girl, clinging to the belief that most people are good-natured despite seeing first-hand just how capable many are of being cruel. Not to say that she is completely naive, she does understand that some are rotten to the core and won't go out of her way to try to change someone who is beyond changing. She is generally cheerful and optimistic, but will make no effort to hide it if her mood goes sour. For the most part, a bad day for her means a bad day for everyone around her. Mala can be quite playful and often enjoys teasing those she's closest to, though she does know when to lay off and when to apologize. It's hard to get mad at her though, at least as far as Rowan is concerned, and she sometimes tends to be a little more harsh toward him because of that fact.
Likes: Rowan likes to explore and see the sights, enjoys reading or listening to stories of heroism and loves to spar. Mala likes flying around on the back of Rowan's wyvern, listening to musicians play and meeting new people.
Dislikes: Rowan dislikes underhanded tactics, politics and slimy foods like oysters. The things Mala hates most are being ignored or left behind, being confined to small spaces and not knowing whats going on.
Fears: A couple of Rowan's greatest fears are of the paranormal [Ghosts and such] and sensory deprivation. Mala fears being lost in a crowd or someplace she's unfamiliar, as well as deep bodies of water and whatever might lurk beneath. Above all else, both of them fear losing eachother.
Biography:
Rowan took to the adventuring life early on, seduced by the prospect of becoming a hero when he was a child. He'd often go out wandering the areas around his home, pretending to slay beasts and evil soldiers along with his trusty companion, one of the young wyverns that his father bred for a living. Once the aforementioned wyvern had matured enough, he convinced his father to teach him how to ride and shortly after he'd seek out a trainer to teach him mounted and ground-based combat in secret. Though his training hadn't yet been completed, he could wait no longer to set out into the world once he'd grown confident in his ability to take care of himself and his partner.
Mala lived most of her life as a nomad due to her mother's fear of growing too comfortable around the people they'd sometimes meet. The woman had already experienced heartbreak more than once, having lost friends and even a lover, little Mala's father, to time. Though she enjoyed seeing the world, Mala was displeased with the distance her mother placed between them and everyone else. At age 203, she snuck off to go live her life the way that she wanted to, embracing others rather than avoiding them. Unfortunately for her, the dangers of travelling alone quickly caught up to her.
Mere weeks after beginning his travels, Rowan stumbled upon a scene that would scar him for life. Flames dancing around a blood soaked section of open road, several bodies charred and torn. At the center of it all, a young girl, probably about the same age as Rowan from the looks of it. Though seemingly untouched by the fire all around, she looked to be grievously injured or worse. He stood frozen in shock for several minutes, only snapping out of it when his partner nudged him with her snout. That's when he noticed the girl's labored gasps for breath. Without another thought he braved the flames and carried her back to his wyvern, holding her close to his chest as they set off to seek medical attention.
Mala remembered briefly waking once to see scenery passing by in a blur, then the panicked face of a boy looming just above her. It had been the same face of the boy sitting at her bedside when she recovered enough to hold consciousness, and after the initial shock had worn off she quickly connected the dots. He had rescued her when she'd have surely perished. She still might, she'd thought then, and as thanks for at least trying to help she gave him the dragonstone her mother had given her in her adolescence.
When in fact she did not pass away and instead recovered, Mala had made up her mind to accompany the young man who had stayed by her side throughout the healing process. Rowan himself was more than happy to have her come along, just as glad for the company as she was. She'd still be moving from place to place, but she didn't mind that so long as she didn't have to distance herself from others. When they first began to travel together, Mala had considered asking Rowan to give her dragonstone back to her in order to help him in combat, but ultimately decided to let him keep it and turned her focus to keeping him and his wyvern in working order.
Nine years have passed since then, and now the two have grown comfortable living as adventurers and fighting evil wherever it should rear its ugly head. For the most part that just meant staving off bandits and vicious wolves wherever they went, but occasionally they'd be tasked with something a little more interesting. Like now, for example; They were headed overseas to help defend a peaceful nation against the ravages of war.
War. For a guy whose desire to be a hero followed him into adulthood, this was something Rowan couldn't resist if he tried. Mala was excited by this particular job as well, though much more for the prospect of meeting and befriending new people. She was thankful for the friends she had made along with her partner during their travels, but she'd often heard that a bond formed on the field of battle was one that could never be broken.
Combat
Class: Wyvern Rider//Cleric
Weapon: Bronze Axe//Heal Staff
Other Equipment/Items: 3 Vulneraries
