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Name: Cecily Steinfeld
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Threat Level: Minor-Moderate
Position: Peacekeeper Mechanical Engineer

Species: Human
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Name: Havva Terzi
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Threat Level: Moderate
Position: Peacekeeper Strike Team Leader

Species: Human
Descriptor: Havva is a soulful, determined individual who many felt was too "sensitive" for a job on law enforcement. Like many others, she had to push and pull to be where she is today. In her earlier days, she overthought too much and cried at the stories some of the inmates shared with each other. Havva learned to push her emotions back, however, and let logic rule the situation. Eventually, she became desensitized to the reality of law enforcement and slowly began to climb the ladder until now. As a strike team leader for three years, Havva has shown nothing but progress and dedication to her team.
 
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Name: Bryseis
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Lago

Appearance: Bryseis still appears to be human, but her infernal heritage has posed her to be a completely different individual in the flesh. Her skin is a mediocre reddish-brown, filled with various scars from cuts to bruises that never healed, due to her harsh childhood. Bryseis' hair is straight and long, silky and dark brown, almost pitch black. It cascades down to the middle of her back. Her horns curl forward once like a ram and they have a reddish tint to them. The gold of her eyes have no visible sclera and her tail, the same color as her skin, is five feet long. As a warlock, she wears light armor of various purples and blacks.

Personality: The first thing one may notice about her is that she carries an aura of pride, but this only ties into the large misconception people have about her, simply because of her infernal heritage. She's paranoid and has no friends because of her consistent mistrust of others. However, she's also quite the charmer and knows her way around others. She's manipulative, sly, and has no issue dealing death when someone gets in her way or damages her ego. This kind of morality leads many to believe she's truly an evil being, though this is simply because she's conflicted and strongly believes that she can't turn away from what people have labeled her to be in flesh and blood.
 

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- https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e2/57/80/e257808a687105273f7886a525d4f09f.jpg
- 256 years old???
- escaped slavery (on enkarsdaig by a ranger)
- became a rogue
- is considered a whitecloak
- taken in by a mage, he taught her how to read and write
- fell in love with mage
- sunseeker festival was when they got together
- mage fell prey to vampirism later on
- is now on her own
- half-elf
- went into the ranger faction
- learned lots about her (wood) elven heritage
- became a ranger maybe
- plans to find the ranger who saved her??? (mb dal'khorin or khataan)
- uses her skill for greater good too
- perhaps ranger is retired for reasons and is with his own people nao instead???
- company preference are animals
- she is essentially an orphan
- she doesn't have an associate mental illness, as far as i know
 

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Runa Elspeth, Sun elf abducted and sold to a Jarl in Dark elf land (Main)

Zaeva Dunmar, A high sun elf priestess who was exiled from her Lands (Main)

Vidkunn Havardsson, Human (NPC)

Signy Toladottir nee Thomasson, Gunnleif's Human older sister and married (NPC)


Gunnleif Thomasson, Human Ignorance (NPC)

Shavyre Vandrir , Sun Elf who's got great ranged skills and tracking, but is most useful at making poisons and traps rather than outright killing someone

Bryseis, Lago (NPC)

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Name: Alexander Ward
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Threat Level: Moderate
Position: Canine

Descriptor: Condescending, humorous, and an opportunist, Alexander has his leadership role and resilience set from going to military academy at a young age. His parents worked him hard after he got into big trouble a few times but seemed to never learn from his mistakes. He's been with the hounds for ten years now and despite his playful demeanor going a little overboard sometimes, The Hounds keep him around because he's a good shot and he knows (for the most part) when a serious Alexander is needed.
 

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Runa Elspeth

Name: Runa (formerly Runa Elspeth)
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Sun Elf
Occupation: Entertainer (Current)

Basic Appearance: When her gear and weapons were stripped of her person during an animal hunt, Runa felt that she'd become nothing but a mere young woman with a body to spare. After a jarl bought her, he dressed her up in colorful silk, furs, and jewelry to try and please her. She has now become a former shadow of who she used to be and is hardened to life and her circumstances. The jarl brings her the only sense of comfort in bed and emotion and she finds herself quite in love with everything he's given her material-wise.

Magical Abilities: None

Skills:
Archery, specialization in Longbow (Eight years)
Close quarter combat, specialization in daggers (Eight years)
Hunting & Tracking (Eight years)
Fishing & Skinning (Eight years)

Brief Bio and Personality:
Runa used to be a young woman who lived life to the fullest. When she was five years old, her parents passed away and the only people she found she could rely on were her older twin brothers, Lunn and Zelthiel. Runa was young and naive, hopeful and spirited. Two moon elves took the three orphans in and Runa was certain they would be their forever home. This was not so. The moon elves treated the three children poorly and after Zelthiel had a realization they could not stay, Runa and the twins ran away and found a home in a small ormslíki village.

During her time with her brothers, Runa learned how to wield two daggers and shoot from a longbow. She became a skillful, self-sufficient lady eager to prove herself and learn more. When the three siblings went out for a hunt one day, Runa begged them to allow her to lead. In doing so, she started off quite well, however, during her tracking stage, she was abducted by a man she hadn't expected to see in a while— her adoptive father, Tenedos. Tenedos had a string to pull with the moon elves and used Runa to get his reward of a hundred gold pieces and twenty silver.

Runa has lived with the moon elf jarl, Theoden, since then. She was only nineteen at the time and now she is twenty two, just barely in the beginning stages of her adult life. She is no longer the naive and joyous young woman she used to be. Her heart strings are often pulled with gifts from the "lands beyond" and supposed emotional support. Runa has grown attached to a man who would give her everything except the one thing she felt she was denied her entire life, and as such, shows no sign of breaking her trust and loyalty to him.

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Name: Zaeva Dunmar
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Sun Elf
Occupation: Priestess of Healing

Basic Appearance: 5'4" and 115 lbs, Zaeva is a lithe figure with an acrobatic body and agile legs. She wears mostly green, orange, and blue dresses on her day to day endevors of healing the sick, and also has a fur shawl for when winter months come along. Around her hip, she has a pouch of coins, a pouch of poultices and various herbs, as well as a small flask for water. Brown boots and general brown cape complete her usual everyday wear.

Magical Abilities:
Impurity Sense— Basic. Upon touch, she can sense the rise or current locations of disease, illness, poison, and other foreign substances in a person's body. She can heal most illnesses and poisons, however, she is quite limited on what kind of diseases she can heal. Her impurity sense only allows her to sense impurities, but does not directly heal. It does, however, give her a better chance of cleansing illnesses and poisons from a person's body.

Energy Healing— Expert. Zaeva sacrifices her energy for others. It's fairly common understanding that the bigger the wound (emotional, mental, or physical), the more energy it takes up. She can heal via spirit energy and natural forces. Too much energy sucked from Zaeva can have negative psychological impacts on her body. It can also weaken her healing, especially if she continues to heal despite being aware of any negative impacts, such as dizziness and loss of concentration. Passing out on the spot and falling into a short term coma are possible. Particularly skilled with the shamanic variant of spirit energy.

Soul Healing— Unknowingly bestowed upon Zaeva when Eir saved her from dying. It is dormant and cannot be accessed at this time.

Skills:
Herbalism— Moderate. As a priestess of healing, Zaeva can accomplish the most basic poultices and cures for simple things, such as fever, cramps, and headaches, as well as various common illnesses. She can also heal minor and moderate wounds with poultices and general procedures, some more advanced than others. Her herbalism knowledge does not go so far as to allow her to figure out how stop more complicated manners such as internal bleeding, severe burns, and extremely deep wounds, etc.

Survival— Moderate. A fairly easy skill she's acquired over the past few years with the humans. She knows how to hunt with her bow and arrow, skin with her dagger, and track with her senses. She can also build a fire and shelter, and has great knowledge of where to find the best fresh water sources. Her cooking skills whiz others away.

Close Quarter Combat— Basic. Zaeva grew up on a farm in a poor village, therefore, her parents did not have most of the reliable weaponry and knowledge needed to defend oneself in close quarters. Zaeva learned a few basic moves with a dagger from the humans, aside from using it to skin an animal.

Brief Bio and Personality:
Zaeva grew up in a poor village up north near the Steinn mountain range, many miles east of Brennondri, an active volcano. She was part of a seven member family, consisting of her mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and her three siblings. Zaeva was the second oldest of the sun elf family, and as such, had a jealousy problem with her eldest brother. She fought hard to feel valuable, but somehow, always ended up falling to the short end of the straw. Zaeva became a healing apprentice under her grandmother at seven years old.

A natural gift for the healing arts, herbalism, and holistic approaches became her calling. Zaeva used her abilities to help heal minor mental, emotional, and physical hurt. When she became an adult, she immediately moved onto bigger things, finding ways to cure diseases from the ground up. Her true test came when she was twenty three years old. A disease abruptly plagued the small village and the villagers, always inspired by Zaeva's willingness to sacrifice herself for others and give without asking for anything in return, turned to her.

Zaeva did everything she could to stop the disease and heal those that had been inflicted with the monstrosity. She could not save everyone, however, and upon her healing the hundreth person of her village with many more to save, she fell ill from the disease herself. The villagers were outraged and disappointed. They felt let down and in seeing that she could no longer give them a safe home free from illness and disease, they cast her out and tried to deal with the outbreak themselves.

Eir, goddess of healing, rose her back up and Zaeva, wishing everything to go back to her village to save others, was warned not to. Her village had been abandoned by the last few survivors of the disease and was now undergoing a preservation cleansing. If she returned, she would never reach her true potential. Eir urged her that if she wished to save others, she travel far and beyond the mountains to Skal, where humans were endangered and needed more assistance than ever. Zaeva accepted her fate graciously.
 
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Ten City States in Kelos (Country)
City State of Velisandra

Alignment: Neutral Good

Capital: "Aiev" (11,500)

Notable Territories: Aiev (3,633), Ren (1,954), Divintor (1,743), Resoan (812), Sacra (721), Athenos (697),Tereklios (690), Gendra (452), Colandine (435), Velentia (363)

Rulers: Lysander and Vrisia

Government: Elective Monarchy

Languages: Kelosi (Main), Common (Main)

Ethnicity: Kelosian

Religion:

Felder (Main Deity: Domains – Mystery, Protection, and Law)

Isla (Main Deity: Domains- Fertility, Beauty, and Faith)

Terivan (Main Deity: Domains - Exploration, War, and Sacrifice)
Sacred Circle (Ancient Pantheon Long forgotten, practiced by very few)
History (Description)

Government

After royalty became extinct, city-state of Velisandra elected to have one of the king's most trusted advisor and former knight guard, Lysander take over the throne. Lysander was a second cousin once removed from the king and wielded a great reputation and outstanding knowledge of the locals and of aristocracy. He took Vrisia by his side shortly after and the elective monarchy maintained significant appearances and negotiations in regards to public affairs and wealth. They always consider the people's thoughts and allow them to express what they feel is right, however, in the end, as king, Lysander has the final say.
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Drip. Drip. Drip.

It was the only sound she heard, the only sound she could comprehend. A few hours curled up in a ball, surprisingly a bit warmer than usual. The ground was cold and the metal bars were like ice. She rubbed at the makeup on her face and cried by herself in silence. She wasn’t a perfect fit, damn him. What kind of flawed logic was that? It didn’t matter. She didn’t want to live in hell and be Greed's wife, if that was any consolation. She brought her arms to her chest and glanced down at her stomach from the darkness between the top of her thighs and her body. Inside that small patch of darkness, beneath her clothes, were scars.

She wondered for a brief moment, if those scars from childbirth truly made a difference. Did they really view women who weren’t chaste as that low in the ranks? She’d read of sexism in the lore books, however, she hadn’t expected this level of mutiny. Jacqueline truly didn’t understand this world as well as the books tried to teach her, or were the books outdated? Was there a new regime and the old one had fallen apart? Jacqueline waited in silence for a sign of hope, a sign of freedom, but all that greeted her over the next few hours were the pained groans of her fellow cell mates.

Her night ended when a familiar, shocking guest approached her cell and gave her a small grin. He tapped on the metal bar and Jacqueline glanced up to meet Satan's conniving eyes.

"Hello future daughter-in-law. I truly hope your stay has been... formidable. It's a shame I won't see you grow up alongside my dearest sons and daughters, after you betrayed our family."

Jacqueline raised a brow, "Are you certain it was me when your damned reapers couldn't even succeed in the task you'd asked them to do? Find a deflowered maiden? You are absolutely despicable. You can't even come near me, you're so disgusted that I've already bled and had child. What do you want for your sons? Nothing. You are a figment of your own imagination, an illusion of power. I may not become a queen, but Prince Veleno-"

"Ahh, wrong. His Royal Highness," Satan responded in a sarcastic tone.

"His Majesty, Veleno," Jacqueline replied in a coy manner. "-will destroy you and everything you stand for."

"You ungrateful whore," Satan seethed as he wrenched open the lock and stormed inside the cell towards Jacqueline. She immediately stood up on high alert and tried to run off, however, her throat was under attack and she could feel something wet trickling down the back of her neck as he dug his claws slightly into her flesh. Jacqueline coughed and gasped for air as he closed in on her. He let go of her throat and she tried to catch her breath. Satan chuckled and ran his bloody tips along her arm. She blinked and a flash of red crossed her eyes for a brief moment. Fear swam deep within her pounding heart and blood.

"You despicable, vulnerable slut," Satan rumbled darkly, his hand grasping her chin, breath on her face. "So sweet, I'd take you right here if I could... I'd make you understand what a terrible misdeed you'd done before I slit your throat on this cold hard floor and no one would notice, not even your fiancé, whoever that bastard may be. I have plans, great ones for all of you. None of you could ever survive a year, all the others failed time and time again. They are just as worthless and useless as you humans are, they just overestimate themselves."

"Stop it," Jacqueline wheezed and tried to turn her head away but Satan forced her to look at him. "Look at me," he hissed and Jacqueline felt a strange compelling need to find his eyes, almost as if she'd been controlled somehow. "I'm going to make you regret everything you've done, do you understand? What you will see tonight, you will speak of it to no one, do you understand?"

Jacqueline swallowed hard, her eyes beginning to tear at the sheer powerlessness she felt. "Do you understand?" Satan snapped, shaking her face by the jaw. "Yes."

"Yes?" he questioned, his claws digging into her cheeks and drawing small amounts of blood. He reveled in the smell and it fed his desire to destroy her on the inside.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Another blink and Jacqueline was met with a shocking horror beyond words. A horned demon with no eyes and sharp teeth. It grinned maniacally and laughed deep and proud. His eyes glared directly into Jacqueline's and the sight of him opening his mouth to try and eat her alive paralyzed the young woman with fear as a sudden black smoke seemed to emit from the demon's mouth and cause her to begin choking again. She closed her eyes and suddenly dropped to the floor, the grip on her face free and her lungs gasping for air. Jacqueline panicked and looked around her, but it was nowhere to be found. Satan was nowhere to be found. He'd gone up in... smoke. What was that? Was it real?

Whatever it was, Jacqueline knew she could not unsee it. She could not tell anyone what happened either. She was forbidden. It wasn't as if she could tell them anyways. Her time was near and Satan had already done enough.

"It is time."

The bells began to chime and Jacqueline cried out in panic as the guards pulled her hands behind her back and put her wrists in shackles. They placed shackles on her ankles as well and tore away what little dignity she had left as a supposed guest. Jewelry fell to the floor in a mess and fabric was torn apart. They came to take her away and she fell under complete silence and obedience, traumatized by the mistreatment and unable to say a word. Perhaps he'd decided to kill her a bit earlier to get it done with by stripping most, if not all of her possessions.

"No," she whimpered. "Please don't."

The back of her knees were kicked forward and her head was suddenly slammed against a block. She closed her eyes, waited for the speech to end, and waited for her life to end the moment the executioner leveled the blade to her neck.
 
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Name: Susan "Suzie" French
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Occupation: Gang Leader (Full time), General Manager of Black Market Business "Tahoe Guns"
Species: Human

Crimes committed: Arson, Mutilation, First degree murder, Robbery, Extortion, Blackmail
Brief Bio: Suzie grew up in a toxic household where her father was a mutant and her mother was a human. Her father was verbally and emotionally abusive towards her, and her younger brother, Adam, and towards their mother because he hated himself and channeled all his negative energy towards the Fuller family. He didn't want to be found out and threatened the family often, were he to ever leave his place at home and be found out by authorities. Words did not work with Suzie's mother any longer, and her dad turned to harsher means of forcing her mother to listen.

Mother worked two full time jobs for the kids and Suzie despised her dad for what he was and how he was using his status as a mutant to control the family. Her mother was scared and whenever she made the decision to leave with Suzie and Adam and walked out the door, it'd always the same afterwards: "We can't leave him. We have to go home." Suzie grew up surrounded by hate crime and society's general oppressiveness of mutants that she too, allowed it to play a big part in her life away from home. She was eager to turn the tables and at sixteen, gathered hundreds of dollars to have someone gun down her dad.

No pain, no gain. Her dad was down one night and Suzie ran away from home and convinced Adam (eight at the time) to come with her too, in order to get away from their mother who Suzie blamed partly for their terrible upbringing. Suzie and Adam were raised under a gang who hated mutants as much as she did. For four years, they learned how to survive on the streets until Adam discovered in secret that he had abilities and took off on his own. Suzie was upset at Adam's supposed betrayal, as she called it, but eventually, didn't let that bother her anymore.

Over the next three years, Suzie managed to build a friendship with Josephine Ramsden out on the streets and in the coffee shops nearby. For once in her life, Suzie began to feel like she had family again and that not everything was hopeless. Suzie's perspective of Josie changed, however, when Suzie invited Josie to a party at an abandoned warehouse, intending for her best friend to get in on the action of killing and ridiculing mutant sympathizers once the ambush went down. Josie let a few suspicious things slip and Suzie immediately turned against her, believing that Josie had lied to her about what she was and ruined everything their friendship stood for.

That night was filled bloodshed and no remorse for those who were killed, and neither the person Suzie thought could help save her. Five years have passed and Suzie has continued to demonstrate her hatred for mutants in different ways, though mainly arson and ritual mutilations of mutant sympathizers and killings of mutants themselves. She's built a fairly profitable business in the black market, particularly off guns and gun magazines, however, her true passion lies in the extermination of those inhuman.

Relationships:
Alexander French, Father, Deceased at 52, Died from gunshot, though medical records state hemorrhagic stroke was ultimate cause of death
Sarah French, Mother, 58 years old, Alive
Adam French, 18 years now, Mutant gone #ROGUE
Josephine Ramsden, 25 years now, Ex-best friend of three years
 
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Adam French, 18 years old, Mutant, Powers of Chameleon Physiology
 
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Etienne of House Farrow


Name and Title: Lady Etienne of House Farrow

Nickname: Eti (Eh-ti), only by close friends

Pronunciation: Eh-ti-en, Fair-oh

Age: 29

Race: Normal Human

Allegiance: Shaodor (Vraenor Empire)

Position/Role: Baroness of House Farrow, Spymaster for Shaodor

Weaponry/Gear: Mother of Pearl Integral Dagger

Skills:
Perception — Awareness of her surroundings has vastly improved through her observation and detail orientation. She can spot the little things, even the objects and cracks another person may have a tough time finding, so long as it is not guarded by magic.


Bluff — After many years of learning how to skirt around trouble, Etienne has become proficient in telling lies. She knows how to position her words and her body language in different situations, however, if she is intimidated or uncomfortable by someone, it may be more difficult to keep a straight face.

Diplomacy — As a noblewoman, Etienne was raised to be the face of Shaodor, and in that light, it was always important to demonstrate leadership by social influence and negotiation. People who are stubborn may not be as easy to negotiate with and resolve differences.

Handle Animal: Horse — Etienne learned how to ride, train, and take care of horses from five years of age. She still holds and retains valuable knowledge to this day and has her own black stallion named Marcellus.

Weapon: Dagger — For eight years, since she was twenty one, Etienne learned how to defend herself from an elven knight named Kaius who found himself infatuated with her regal elegance and sense of power. After she was attacked by a man named Caelic and Kaius saved her, he offered to teach her how to defend herself and she said yes. Etienne has not found need for the dagger yet.

Weaknesses:
Limited Knowledge: Weapons — Although Etienne has a fairly proficient knowledge of daggers and knows how to use them properly, she severely lacks knowledge and experience in other close quarter combat weapons and all ranged combat weapons.


Lack of Magic — Given Etienne was not raised in Vraenor, many Vraenorans, especially the Emperor, would have the upperhand in controlling and harming her (magically) to a great extent, should those situations ever come to pass.

Swim — If she were to ever be left in the middle of a lake, or even more terrifying sources of water, it would be realistic to believe she would not survive thirty minutes out there, or be able to save herself when she inevitably drowns.

Lack of Upper Body Strength — While she can manage a dagger, heavy lifting and fighting against men are not usually the best calls to show off her strength. Dexterity is a given for Etienne, however, she cannot be matched against brute strength and would likely be defeated when going against someone who is not of equal body size to her.

Pacifist — Etienne absolutely abhors the idea of war and violence, and as such, is always willing to go above and beyond to reconcile differences in a diplomatic manner. She tries every last resource she has, even when the answer is clearly war.

Appearance:
As a noblewoman, Etienne has been raised on promoting beauty within herself and others. She cares deeply about her personal hygiene and how she appears to others, though she does not take criticism personally if someone believes they can dictate what she wears. Etienne stands at 5'7" with blue eyes and an inverted triangle body shape, which traditionally means her thighs and waist are more slender. She wears minimal jewelry and simple dresses when she can, humble and private about showing off her wealth to others. She has a dagger concealed on her upper left thigh underneath her dress at all times, just in case an unsavory situation calls for a threat to her opponent.


Personality:
Etienne is a well-read, prim and proper lady with sass and elegance. She exudes high confidence in the way she carries herself and the faithful demeanor she has. When people first meet her, they may mistake her for a fragile young noblewoman because of how kind and gentle she is. Etienne does not let others define her, however, and always keeps tabs on those she suspects may betray her, as well as continually establishing new connections so that she may have leverage whenever the time comes. She dislikes violence, however, if subtle force is needed after she's exhausted every other resource first, Etienne is not afraid to demonstrate a different side of her. Every challenge she's has faced has been one step forward for her, not one step back, and she intends to bring justice to Shaodor because of the great loyalty her family has received for over one hundred years.


Brief History:
Etienne was raised greatly in the minor noble house of Farrow. Her parents had the luck, as some would call, of having a long lasting marriage of soul love. There were fights in the household, no doubt, however, they were often resolved quickly and efficiently. Kindness was demonstrated as a virtue, as was caution. Etienne learned many subjects from her private tutor, including geography, local knowledge, and the most important, her upbringing and the noble circle. She made many connections as noble, swift with words and quick with action.


A few suitors expressed interest in her, and while she allowed them to court her, she did not wish to marry any of them, for fear that a loveless marriage would trap her in a spiral of depression and self-doubt. Etienne grew more cautious and suspicious of those around her when she experienced an attack by a man named Caelic, whom her parents knew very well. Kaius, a close friend she was fond of for his honor, saved her from experiencing an even more dreadful afternoon, and offered to teach her self defense in secret.

Etienne drew on her experience as an opportunity to become more in tune with what was going on around the world and the true colors of those at court. She helped identify many traitors for the kingdom, and as such, she was offered the position of spymaster when she was twenty seven. Etienne graciously accepted. For three years, she served faithfully in hunting down assassins who may attempt to poison the royal family and those who wish death and misfortune to the immediate royal family members. She did it all, until now.
 
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Aidene

Name: Aidene Vokadre
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Loga
Occupation: Whore at Ilos' Mysterious Wonders


Basic Appearance:
Aidene is a young loga with delicate medium mauve skin and golden eyes. Her face is "pretty" with no signs of scars or cuts, however, her body is a different story. Her wrists and neck are laden with fairly light outline of scars from heavy chains. Her back, legs, and stomach bare what has mostly been whips and sheer physical impact from Ilos.


Aidene's breasts, shoulders, and face, however, have no markings, due to Ilos' belief that a woman's upper body is just as sacred as below and should not be harmed. Aidene always tries to carry herself with confidence and beauty out of fear from Ilos' harsh punishments. She stands at 5'3" and is lithe, although somewhat bony in stature from lack of proper nutrition.

Magical Abilities: None at this time

Skills:
Pickpocketing (Intermediate)
Close Quarter Combat (Basic)
Thievery (Intermediate)
Poisoning (Advanced)

Brief Bio and Personality:
Aidene did not have such a fortunate life to be born on Naumuldr as the product of rape between a male loga and female elf. Ilos Shokelath, the head of the raid, took over the village she was born in and raised Aidene to do terrible things.


Ilos manipulated her steal gold and jewelry, as well as poison and murder anyone who was running the risk of getting in his way. Aidene was terrified, but as a small child, did not understand the difference between right and wrong, especially not when Ilos raped her into submission if there was something she defied him for or second guessed the need for his extreme measures.

This has gone on for years now, and at twenty three, Aidene hesitates to give clients what they want because she's scared of what they really want from her. Her doubt only reinforces the fact that Aidene realizes many of the men who stop by are abusive and mistreat woman. All she wants in life is to get out of it, however, she also knows what would happen if she tried to escape again...

Miscellaneous: Character for one x one during Fimbulvetr.
 
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Name and Title: Cosette, Entertainer
Alias(es) or Nicknames: Cosette Lamaron
Age: 26
Gender: Female

Race: Human
Occupation: Entertainer (Current), Milk Maid (Former)
Accent: English

Basic Appearance: Cosette stands as a lithe figure of 5'2" with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. She's considered beautiful and vulnerable by reputation and has been a human entertainer under His Majesty for a few years now. She's portrayed as a woman of eloquence and elegance. Dresses of cream, beige, and white, along with jewelry of pearl and diamond seem to be her most frequent accessories.

Brief Personality and History: Cosette grew up as a milk maid on a farm. She worked hard to supply for the large family of seven and despite the challenges that came with being poor, Cosette had a spirit that did not falter. She sold milk out on the streets for coin to upkeep her family's farmlands and lived a rather mundane life. There was hardly excitement, only simple living and simple people.

She'd never known nobility, or at least an idea of it, until her life changed on the streets. One day, she did not return home from a market trip. A reaper swept her up and temporarily drained her of her soul before she found herself at Satan's feet, begging to be let go. He was not so kind, and allowed her to be polished against her will to the highest standards of the person that would become his own entertainer.

Miscellaneous:
Cosette's curiosity may some times get the best of her.
 
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Name: Carlotta Maeve Pinkstone
Date of Birth: May 3rd 1952, 19

Blood Purity: Halfblood
House: Hufflepuff
Alliance: Grindelwald

Occupation: Actress
Supports: Grindelwald Supporter
Face Claim: Liana Liberato

Overall History
Carlotta was born on May 3rd, 1920 in Fermanagh, Northern Ireland. Her father was a muggle and her mother was a pureblood. She was raised for a few years in the country side and grew up speaking Gaelic. Carlotta's father was an English teacher, so Carlotta grew up speaking English as well. She was a real country girl, her favorite pastimes being reading, rounding up the sheep, and riding on her horse. She was a hard worker, independent, and always put others before herself. Her family later moved to England in order to help care for her mother's elderly grandfather in Ottery St. Catchpole.

When Carlotta and her family moved into the area, conflict arose between the Pinkstone family and the Anderson family, who lived just a few blocks down. Carlotta was bullied by Benjamin, the Anderson's heir. As a child, he pulled pranks on her, pushed her around a lot, and called her and her family mudbloods. Carlotta's parents were precautionary in allowing Carlotta to go outside on her own without supervision, due to the bruises she tried to hide. She was good-natured and assertive, but unafraid to get dirty and stand up for herself. This led to Carlotta being defiant and rebellious against her parents' wishes, leading her family closer to impending doom.

At the age of eleven, Carlotta received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Hufflepuff and met a male named Caden Osorio, whom she gradually became best friends with. Caden taught Carlotta his favorite wizarding pastime: Quidditch, which quickly became Carlotta's favorite wizarding pastime as well. Through practice and hard work, Carlotta successfully became a Quidditch captain her third year, taking up the position as a seeker. However, after a few months, Carlotta had to refrain from playing, resting in the hospital for a few days due to injury on the playing field. The injury was later found out to be a scheme done by purebloods from Slytherin house, particularly from Benjamin's friends, Samuel Hunt and Edmund Bates. Though Carlotta had been quick to blame Benjamin, she later apologized to him and forgave his friends.

Carlotta's mature and leisurely way of dealing with negativity was the start of her and Benjamin's unlikely friendship. Although Carlotta was unseemly in her conduct and skeptical of Benjamin's advances and strange questions, she slowly began to accept his apologies, learning more and more about him each day. Carlotta uncovered a shocking truth about his family and upbringing, sympathizing with him. "Your family can't tell you who to be or how to live your life. That is all up to you," she'd told him. Whilst continuing their secret and unlikely friendship, Edmund began to notice something change in Benjamin, and thus, began to spread rumors about him and Carlotta. Rumors that seemed too terrible to bear, in accordance with Slytherin, but too good to be true in other circumstances.

Carlotta and Benjamin increasingly became infatuated with each other. They had their own secret hiding place they would go to at night and their bittersweet relationship turned into something more. However, it quickly ended due to Benjamin's parents taking notice of their son getting involved with a halfblood. When Carlotta and Benjamin met each other once more, Carlotta suggested they make their love to each other public. Benjamin, however, was against the idea. Their conversation quickly spiraled into an argument. Emotionally wounded, Carlotta decided to take matters into her own hands.

Carlotta's rough kiss quickly led to a downfall in her and Benjamin's romantic relationship. Benjamin, back to his old self, pushed Carlotta away the moment her lips were on his and called her out. Carlotta quickly found herself distraught and incredulous of Benjamin's behavior until Benjamin's mother later approached Carlotta herself. She degraded the young halfblood with pessimistic thoughts of her relationship with Benjamin. Carlotta immediately backed down, heartbroken. She turned to Caden for emotional support, who was quick to be cynical about Benjamin and the other mean purists.

The last two years, Carlotta carried on with her wizardry studies and Quidditch. Although she became a jaded individual, she still held her head high and strongly held the pain inside around other people, aside from Caden. He understood what she was going through and that's why Carlotta felt comfortable letting her emotions pour out in front of him. She was appointed a prefect her last year at Hogwarts, and took the role responsibly. She'd forgotten about her past relationship with Benjamin, which allowed her to uphold the position of prefect the whole year.

When Carlotta graduated from Hogwarts, she immediately took the spot in an occupational therapy assistant program. She was inspired by her grandparents, who both suffered from physical disabilities, to help out those who could not do it on their own and give back to family members who were going through the same her grandparents went through. However, it wasn't necessarily where her whole heart was. Carlotta longed to see the world, to take part in acting, and see herself become part of different worlds. She moved to London and began working hard to get into one of the finest private acting schools in London.
 

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Josephine Ramsden
Currently known as Olivia Ward, Head Scientist, 23, Female, 5'4"

The meeting with David shouldn't have taken so long. Now, she was on a time crunch to meet up with someone Allie had set up with her to obtain some Type 4 blood samples from a mutant blood dealer and a rare Type 5. The Italian restaurant, Sapori Unici, owned by man named Vinezio De Graza had agreed silently to allow this exchange to happen in his back office at a certain time on a certain date. If one didn't show up on time, Vinezio was calling the police. If it was more than a thirty minute exchange, he was calling the police. Those were the terms set with Allie and the black market dealer, Evan Whittaker. Vinezio supported the mutants, however, there was a thin line between support and crossing legal boundaries to get where the mutants wanted to go. He'd help, but he wouldn't go so far to put his legitimate business in jeopardy. Josie understood this and that's why she aimed to go in, give the cash, obtain the vials, and get out of there. It was simple and no hassle.

Josie smoothed out her knee length halter dress and felt for her pistol underneath the dress layers as the taxi drove up. It was on safe mode for now. If she had to resort to violent tactics because things weren't working out with Evan, she'd do it for her crew. Some of them thought she was a little crazy in the head, and perhaps they were right. She could be nice and go on her way if the cash didn't quite cut it, however, times were hard and sometimes, you had to play hard to get what you wanted, to get where you needed to be. She needed the mutant blood regardless, and would rather harm with a pistol than her abilities. A bullet could be from anybody other than a special. Direct damage to the brain and body, that would most likely be pinned on a mutant during a fight, though her abilities were more subtle than most, and as such, she intended to make the least use of them during this quick transaction.

"I'm here to see Vinezio de Graza regarding an opportunity he had for me."

Simple, yet to the point. The host immediately assumed Josie was talking about a job opportunity- hell, if she wasn't involved in an illegal game like the black market and vying for mutant rights, maybe she'd take one. She heard Vinezio paid well for his servers and she had the body for it. What happened in the backroom stayed in the backroom. Vinezio made sure of it by purposely cutting off his camera to the back office during the time Josie was due to make an appearance alongside Evan and a little bit before, so what appeared to be accidental and uncertain, wasn't entirely coincidental either. He'd made sure to use leather gloves during this process to avoid getting the spotlight with the police.

"Alright, you know the drill, Olivia. Get in there, do whatever shit you gotta do, and get off my property. Evan's already in there, so make it quick. You're lucky you got here right on the dot," Vinezio threatened, his Venetian accent thick, yet softened to a degree.

"Yes, I've got everything in hand and ready to exchange. It'll be quick," Josephine reassured the owner and opened the back office door. She didn't make eye contact right away and closed the door before she even took the situation into account. The man... was not who she expected. He wasn't even remotely similar to the description Allie had given her. Where was the blond hair and gray eyes? Josephine immediately stood up straighter than she previously was and locked the door behind her. They had to settle a score and they had to settle it now before time was up.

"Who the hell are you?"

 
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Josephine Ramsden
Currently known as Olivia Ward, Head Scientist, 23, Female, 5'4"

Alias: Olivia Ward (Current)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 121 lbs
Accent: Cockney

Education:
Cambridge University, B.A. in Natural Sciences
University of Oxford, M.A. in Biology

Strengths:
+ Josephine is a purple belt, and as such, although she is not a complete expert, she is skilled in hand to hand combat, finding pressure points, and various other means of physical combat.
+ Her outstanding skill to concentrate for long periods of time and not be distracted during her lab work is one that has granted her and her fellow mutants the great opportunity to be 'normal'.
+ Despite appearing aloof and unfriendly, Josephine is wonderful at giving emotional support and being an active listener when someone needs it.

Weaknesses:
- As much as Josephine loves rum, she has an absolutely horrid high tolerance for it. She's still going after five, in which case, she stops.
- Four years cooped up in her studies like a hermit and fighting for a better world means that she's terrible at making friends.
- Her work keeps her up longer than intended. Josephine sometimes gets so caught up in her studies, it's difficult for her to go to sleep at night.

Bio:
At age nine, Josie remembered experiencing the horrors of an E. Coli Outbreak, though her parents claimed there was also one when she was three years old. She was considered one of the lucky ones to not get "infected" with the disease early on. Some of the local families and neighbors, however, were subject to sickness or death. Food supply from ground beef and lettuce— which was most susceptible to E. Coli— was cut off from England completely and municipal water sources were triple checked for any signs of the rapidly growing bacteria.

Josie got sick from a third E. Coli outbreak at 14 in England, experiencing strong bouts of nausea, vomiting, pain, and tenderness for several days in a row. When Josie recovered, she completed Year 10, or 9th grade U.S. equivalency, with A+ grades and enters Year 11. Year 11, at the age of 16 is when the weird "things" happened. The situations that seemed to come out of nowhere. Josie seemed completely innocent and everyone around her that wasn't affected by her ability thought people were going insane. Her parents stepped in, persuading the principal about why he needed to keep her on the roster and look past these strange happenings which were really nothing more than that, though the government saw it differently.

Josie kept to herself during most of the school year and found solace in her A-Levels and a passion for studying. She struggled to make friends, as people believed that she caused nothing but trouble after the various schooling incidents that she was coincidentally in. School became her paragon as she opted to enroll in university at sixteen, which was considered earlier than most. Her outstanding ability to excel in more advanced studies where others failed was a great marker for her success, as was her passion for molecular biology and chemistry.

At nineteen, Josie received her B.A. in Natural Sciences from Cambridge University. Following her B.A., she spent the last four years studying more effects of the E. Coli outbreak and her research brought her to the United States where the E. Coli outbreak spread to New York, Baton Rouge, and various other states. At twenty three, she received her M.A. in Biology from the University of Oxford and disappeared from England shortly after she nearly got caught in her studies. Now, she's moved to Chicago to further her research under the pretense that her true name is not Josephine Ramsden. She operates under the alias, Olivia Ward, to deceive the United States government of who she really is.

Threat Level: 4
Special Ability:
Environmental
Electrical Signal Manipulation gives her the capacity to manipulate and interface electrical impulses that correspond to motor skills and the temporary ability to transmit and receive minor telepathic communications upon touch. She can stimulate up to a moderate sensitivity to pain and mimic electric shocks upon touch, as well as disrupt electrical signals up to one mile away.

Josephine has also been known to temporarily paralyze arms, make them incapable of walking, and fail other gross and fine motor skills that are required in day to day life. At her most dangerous potential, she has the ability to shut down a person's body. It isn't known if she put them into a coma or if she can kill them, but Josie thinks the potential is there. Josephine's abilities are often limited only to touch and require an intense amount of concentration and imagination. She cannot send anyone into permanent states of being unable to walk or changing directions while in a state of movement, and other types of fine and gross motor skills.

Her minor telepathy can also be intercepted by intermediate and advanced psychics and the amount of people she can send electrical signals to is limited to three people only, as long as she can either physically see them or she knows what they look like and their location. For instance, if she knew the person hiding behind a building a block away, she could send electrical impulses out to them. She would have to picture them in her mind, however.

 
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