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ADRIENName: Adrien Tarrow
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Realm: Terrae
Status: Commoner
» Occupation: Soldier
Appearance:
» Hair: dark coffee brown; fine; short; unruly
» Eyes: vivid blue; intense
» Skin: fair; bruised and scarred
» Face: square; hard jawline; clean-shaven
» Body: 5'9; lean; athletic; agile
» Style: simple; no shoes; light
» Voice: medium
» Impression: strong; at peace
Personality: content; strong; quiet; kind; composed; protective; loyal; strong sense of duty/right and wrong
Description: More than anything else, Adrien Tarrow is a tranquil individual. While not composed to the point of unfeeling, Adrien has long since made peace with both himself and the world around him, content in his strong will and harmony with nature. Adrien is usually considered more quiet than his boisterous and foul-mouthed military companions, but is by no means unsociable. He is kind to most everyone he meets, and is quite loyal and protective over those who have proven themselves to be his friends. He shows similar dedication to the army and his realm, as well as honouring the memory of his late father. While many people would not expect such an attitude from an individual who greatly respects life and the world around him, Adrien carries out his duties with diligence and skill. He's most at home in Terrae's great forests, or in his mother's small farmhouse.
Background: Despite Adrien's status as a commoner, he considers himself to be quite fortunate in life and has always been grateful for what he's been given. Adrien grew up on a farm with his mother, a few miles outside the capital of Terrae. Balin, Adrien's father and former soldier, passed away when the boy had only just started walking. He is not quite able to remember the man much, though Aanya's loving stories of her husband have always kept his memory alive. Despite the adversities that came with raising two children and tending to a plot of land on her own, Aanya proved to be an excellent and caring mother; teaching her children about the forest and their responsibilities to their realm and family when they were quite young. At nineteen, Adrien decided to follow in his father's footsteps and join the army, where he discovered his ability to manipulate fire. He has been honing his skills ever since, and still makes time whenever he can to visit his mother and little sister.
Relations:
Aanya "Windigo" Tarrow (mother)
Balin Tarrow (late father)
Ava Tarrow (younger sister)
Abilities: Adrien possesses the rare ability to create and control fire.
Other: Though Adrien has never been formally educated, one of his mother's friends taught him the basic writing characters and he enjoys keeping a journal. He wants to learn more, but considers himself to be quite slow regarding academic subjects, so he mostly keeps his intellectual curiosity to himself.
LAERORNDIRName: Laerorndir Gaeleryn
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Realm: Calígo
Status: Royalty
» Occupation: Prince
Appearance:
» Hair: pale blond; straight; waist length; keeps the hair that frames his face braided
» Eyes: sky blue with flecks of midnight blue; almond
» Skin: pale; blemish free
» Face: heart; sharp; elvish
» Body: 6’2”; slender; lean muscles
» Style: simple with intricate details
» Voice: medium-high; light; penetrating
» Impression: intuitive; in command; self-assured; compassionate; empathetic
Personality: kind; responsible; generous; altruistic; discerning; serene
Description: Laerorndir, characteristic of the people of his realm, has pale skin, hair, and eyes, and is elf-like with slightly pointed ears. His bright blue eyes shine like sky-colored gems and give the impression that he can peer straight into your very soul. Although to necessarily vain, he likes to keep himself looking good and enjoys being pampered to an extent. His long light blond hair falls to about his waist and he keeps the locks framing his face, as well as small sections in the back, in braids. The two small sections in the back join together about half-way down his back. His hair is often decorated with fresh flowers and his fine silver crown is almost always atop his head. Like his hair, Laerorndir's clothing is always kept beautiful. Often, he wears simple tones of silver, green, brown, or blue with wonderfully stunning detail throughout the outfits, which often brush close to the ground. His physical appearance reflects his sharp-minded, confident personality and has a calming aura about him. Diplomatic, sometimes to a fault, Laerorndir rarely loses his temper, and if diplomacy doesn't work, he is willing to defend his beliefs and people through force. He is discerning and cares about everything, though sometimes he can be too merciful for his own good. Due to his sheltered upbringing, Laerorndir is still learning about the world outside of the castle and its immediate grounds, leading him to be somewhat ignorant about the world and sometimes unable to understand why people don't agree with his point of view, especially when it comes to his beliefs.
Background: From birth Laerorndir has been fed with a silver spoon but he is by no means a helpless spoiled brat. His parents sent him to learn from the best scholars in Calígo so that he would know how to run the realm when it falls under his control. He also learned how to fight with several different types of weapons, although he was taught that violence should always be a last resort. As a child, Laerorndir was well-behaved, polite, and very strong-minded which sometimes lead into arguments with authority, especially his well-intentioned but controlling father. When Laerorndir was young, his mother died, which lead to his father's seclusion of his son for his own safety. Laerorndir was hardly ever let outside the castle unless he was under tight protection, and no person outside Calígo has ever seen the prince, only heard rumors. Laerorndir spends most of his time studying or roaming the forest near the castle. He is very close to his mentor, Tawarthion, whom he has studied under since he was young. He feels closer to Tawarthion than his own father, most of the time, because his father is often busy. He looks up to Tawarthion a lot and feels like he is a lot like his older brother. Laerorndir will tell Tawarthion anything and trusts him with his life, always aiming to please him.
Relations: Father (king); mother (former queen, deceased)
Abilities: Though he rarely uses magic, as he has little necessity for it, Laerorndir is a very accomplished mage, especially when it comes to creating illusions, as is common among his people. He is accomplished enough that he can do most spells mentally if he wishes and he often uses his hands to direct the magic more effectively, though he does this more for effect and out of natural habit than out of necessity. He also has some ability in potion making, although he doesn't do it much.
Other: Laerorndir's favorite season is spring when he gets to witness the rebirth of the natural world. He also enjoys creating music and is a skilled musician and singer. Besides singing, he loves playing stringed instruments such as the harp and woodwinds such as the flute.
LOCKE Name: Locke Aston
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Realm: Silva
Status: Commoner
» Occupation: Hunter
Appearance:
» Hair: dark brown; short and reaches his eyebrows on his forehead
» Eyes: dark brown; almond shaped; cold and calculating
» Skin: tan colour; smooth;
» Face: round; smooth jawline
» Body: 5'11"; fit; average body
» Style: dark clothing; tight enough to not get caught on branches; loose enough to allow free movement
» Voice: low to medium pitch; soft; cold; uninviting
» Impression: introverted; cold; unforgiving
Personality: unsocial; cold; unloving; unfriendly; keeps to himself; sullen; impulsive;
Description: Like many in his realm, Locke has dark hair, tan skin, and dark eyes. His eyes have a cold, unforgiving glint in them. His face is hard and unwelcoming. Locke keeps to himself, hunting in the woods alone, practically living in the woods. He only communicates with people when it's for business. Locke is impulsive and can be very hard to judge. He keeps his face in a cold mask and tries not to reveal too much emotion, for he feels emotion is a weakness.
Background: Locke was an only child, yet was not raised with love. His parents embedded in him that emotions are a form of weakness. His father began teaching him tracking and hunting with a multitude of weapons at the age of five, and soon he excelled at it, exceeding that talent of many in his realm. At the age of twenty, Locke left his unwelcoming home, not to search for somewhere he could be loved, but to make his own way in life. He soon began hunting people. Loved ones, lost children, enemies. He would hunt anyone, for whatever purpose, as long as the price was right.
Relations:
Father: Jake Aston
Mother: Alyss Aston
Abilities: N/A
Other: Locke hunts people and animals. Locke's preferred weapon is throwing knives, but a bow is his second choice. He likes to keep his distance from enemies and prey alike. In his travels throughout the forests of Silva, Locke had the patience to befriend a black wolf he calls Akai. She began following him, and slowly Locke gained her trust. While she doesn't always stay by his side, Locke can often be found with Akai.
KAYDENName: Kayden Samsark Brodanthe
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 62
Realm: Maré
Status: Outcast; Ex-Nobility
» Occupation: Ex-Knight
Appearance:
» Hair: midnight blue; long; slightly wavy
» Eyes: very pale green; entrancing; alluring
» Skin: pale; bluish tint; sleek; smooth
» Face: strong; chiseled; stubble; diamond
» Body: 6'0"; athletic; fit; lean; scarred; swimmer's build
» Style: tattered; fitted; cloak
» Voice: medium; strong; confident
» Impression: confident; struggling; alone; blue; handsome
Personality: determined; tough; independent; smart; stealthy; soldier; serious
Description: Kayden is determined to redeem himself and regain his place as a Marian Knight. Prior to the incident that made him an outcast, he had been more free-spirited and light-hearted. He was forced to change his ways, though, and take on a more serious and determined personality. He's become a strong-minded, fierce lone wolf, relying only on himself for survival. Before the incident, Kayden had a much larger and muscular silhouette. Now, however, he has grown much leaner from lack of food. He still maintains the muscles her earned from training as a Knight and is tall, standing at 6'0". His once short, midnight blue hair has been grown long and he keeps a stubble to hide his face when necessary. Kayden's skin has a blue-ish hue to it and his eyes are a dusty pale green. He is a wanted man, so he does his best to disguise himself with a tattered, hooded cloak when he visits Marian towns to avoid being recognized as causing unrest. A tattoo of chains is marked on his wrists to label him as an outcast, so he wears long sleeves to hide them. Kayden is doing his best to remain honest and good, but, sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures and he must act dishonorably to survive. He doesn't like having to lie, steal, and kill, but when he is put in tough situations, he chooses the path that gets him out alive. His ultimate goal is to have the Royal Court of Maré to forgive his crimes and have his family accept him back. He will do whatever it takes to make this happen.
Background: Kayden was born the younger twin to the Brodanthe family. He and his brother grew up hating each other, however, and thus developed into two different personalities because neither wanted to be like the other. Kayden was the rebellious, fun-loving, free-spirited younger brother that got in trouble for putting jellyfish under his brother's blankets. Arcadian was the serious, studious, gifted child that Kayden could never beat in anything respectable. The only thing that the brothers had in common was their face and their noble birth. Both became Knights of Maré. Kayden's parents had hoped that this would have been enough to discipline Kayden. He had, to an extent, become tamer with age, but was nonetheless the same at heart. The incident happened about two months after Kayden's fiftieth birthday. He was on duty when a two hundred year old witch approached him. Kayden saw no harm in only talking to her so long as she didn't try to go past him. They talked for a while and she told him about her travels and he told her about his family and how much he hated being the lesser brother. It felt nice to complain to someone he watched her leave and moments later blacked out. When he awoke he was being kept in a jail cell, awaiting his trial. Apparently he had made an attempt on the King's life, taking the lives of three Knights in the process. He told them about the witch and pleaded that he had been under some kind of spell or enchantment. It was ruled that he would not be killed, but he was still a potential risk and threat to the whole of Maré, so he was branded as an outcast and made a wanted man.
Relations:
Orcinthia Brodanthe (Mother)
Galphor Brodanthe (Father)
Arcadian Brodanthe (Older Twin Brother)
Abilities: Kayden's abilities are not exactly useful in battle unless it's in the pitch black depths of the sea. He has the ability to control bioluminescent organisms around him, meaning he can make water (or wherever these organisms are living) glow in the dark. Usually you can find them in very damp and wet places. It's useful when you need a source of light other than the sun. It's also helpful for setting the mood every now and then.
Other: Kayden is a very skilled fighter partly because of his Knight training and partly from the street fighting techniques that he's picked up since he was outcast. He is a good dancer and proud of it. His favorite color is white because it seems the most pure and innocent to him, which is a quality he doesn't see in the world around him (He's been a bit distrustful of people since the incident). His favorite time of day is sunrise. He has always been a morning person and usually wakes up early to catch the sunrise (he's a bit of a romantic in this way).
ARCADIANName: Arcadian Glaceor Brodanthe
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 62
Realm: Maré
Status: Nobility
» Occupation: Knight; Mage
Appearance:
» Hair: midnight blue; medium length; slightly wavy
» Eyes: icy; powdered blue; guarded; mysterious
» Skin: pale; bluish tint; sleek; smooth
» Face: strong; chiseled; clean; diamond
» Body: 6'0"; athletic; fit; muscular; swimmer's build
» Style: uniform; clean; proper; conservative
» Voice: medium; strong; confident; eloquent; military
» Impression: well-mannered; confident; sociable; noble; military
Personality: gifted; disciplined; studious; strong; conflicted; serious
Description: Arcadian is an attractive, talented man, but can come off as a bit stiff sometimes. When he is on duty, he is all business all the time. It's hard to have a proper conversation with him when he doesn't find some reason to say it's breaking some obscure Knight's code. Despite his seriousness, Arcadian can be somewhat enjoyable company, though he isn't very good at making jokes, he is well-mannered and knows how to be pleasant and agreeable. It is expected of him to have a certain standard of sociability as a noble because of events he is required to attend by his family. Now, more than ever, his family expects him to be an exceptional person to make up for his brother's failures. Although Arcadian gives off a composed exterior, internally, there is much more turmoil brewing. Arcadian hates his brother for scarring their family with his crimes, but he also has never been more jealous of him. The pressure of having to try and be perfect all the time gets to Arcadian and he wants the freedom to go anywhere he wants and see the things he's learned about in his reading. Arcadian and his brother share the same handsome, chiseled facial features. They also have similar sounding voices, though Arcadian's pitch is a bit lower and his manner of speech is more eloquent. Arcadian, unlike Kayden, keeps his face clean shaven and his midnight blue locks trimmed a bit more shortly. Also, unlike his brother, Arcadian's eyes are a an icy blue that is so light it almost appears to be white. Physically, Arcadian is more muscular because Kayden must depend on only himself to hunt for food. Arcadian dresses differently, as well, in finer, more expensive clothing, but the colors usually tend to be black or dark shades.
Background: Arcadian was the gifted child, the favorite son, and the "good" twin. He always did the socially correct thing: told his parents the truth, never broke the rules, and was dedicated to his studies. Still, it couldn't be said that he found no pleasure is beating his brother in almost everything and anything (with the exception of silly things like hide and seek or eating the most sweets). Arcadian got a satisfaction from being the superior brother. He hated Kayden, though probably not as much as Kayden hated him. He hated his brother because they shared the same face and that made Arcadian less unique and original. Sometimes the twins would beat each other bloody (Kayden usually the bloodier of the two). As they got older, these occasions became more rare and Arcadian was more distinguishable from Kayden by the way he dressed and behaved. After the incident, Arcadian was partially glad because of the suffering his brother would endure, but also jealous and angry that his inferior brother got an opportunity that Arcadian has only dreamed of.
Relations:
Orcinthia Brodanthe (Mother)
Galphor Brodanthe (Father)
Kayden Brodanthe (Younger Twin Brother)
Abilities: He can freeze water around him in any shape that he chooses: a shard, a dagger, a flower, etc. but this ability it limited because he can only freeze up to a liter of water. Similarly, he can only melt about a liter. If he was not under water, he would have to be in physical contact with water to make it work.
Other: Arcadian can't dance, so he usually avoids it if he can. He is also very well read and knows a lot of information about other kingdoms, but has never left Maré. He isn't very good at flirting with women (another difference between him and Kayden). His favorite color is blue partly because he is very blue and partly because he just likes the color. He doesn't have very many in depth reasons for things. His favorite season is the summer because that is generally when people find time for traveling. His favorite time of day is the evening because that is usually when he has time to do some light reading.
ANYAName: Anya Eriador Kylash
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Realm: Terrae
Status: Peasant
» Occupation: Thief
Appearance:
» Hair: long; red; unkempt; it keeps getting in her eyes
» Eyes: hazel; widely open; change from green and blue and are flecked with gold; hooded; upturned; close set
» Skin: alabastar; freckled lightly
» Face: heart shaped; scar down her left cheek- temple to chin from a street fight when she was 14
» Body: 5'7", mesomorph; hourglass -but she wears clothes that hide it-; fit enough for battle; wiry
» Style: simple; leggings and a tunic
» Voice: low -but when she sings, she can sing most anything
» Impression: a street-wise tramp
Personality: stubborn; defensive; clever; a fighter; good at surviving
Description: Anya was born with red, luxurious long hair. She loves to sing and dance, but she refuses to do so around anyone she knows, unless everyone else is doing it. Since she was old enough, she took lessons in combat from a thief crew and is fairly efficient at defending herself and keeping her head low. When she's nervous, she braids a strand of her hair. She's a Terraen who sends a lot of what she illegally earns back to her father and little brother, even though she never gets to see them. She is amused easily and loves good company. Her close circle of friends is like a family to her. She's very defensive of them, since the execution of her best friend, and finds herself the most level head of them all, even more so than their leader, who couldn't care less about who lives or dies. If they were to be hurt, a part of her would die forever.
Background: Anya was raised with her father until she was thirteen, when her older brother was killed in war and her mother caught a disease and died. She loves hanging out with her criminal friends and running around the capital, taking life a bit less than seriously. That was all well and good until her best friend got an appointment with the gallows. Anya attended just so he'd have a friendly face to look at as he died. She became a good deal grimmer and now tries to keep everyone in her group safe. She tries to ignore her past, for the most part, but looks forward to a hopeful future. However, the past likes to come back to kick her.
Relations:
Rory Kylash (her father)
Melissa Kylash (her mother -dead)
David Kylash (older brother -dead)
Henry Kylash (younger brother)
Her Crew (She treats her close circle of friends as a replacement family, and they all meet up as regulars at the tavern.)
Abilities: Fire magic, little tricks mainly, but when she goes travelling -rarely, mind you, since she loves her group like a family-, she juggles and puts on a show to earn enough money to make her way. She can do small fire when she's emotional, angry, or enthralled. She can sometimes access it in fights, but it's very unpredictable since she's had no formal training.
Other: She loves the autumn and her favorite colors are red and green. She's always wanted to meet a dragon and travel all the realms, the latter of which she tries to do. Border patrols always find her, though. She's managed to hold onto her brother's military sword, which is ornate because of the high rank he achieved before he died. He was killed for the gems in his sword, which is named Isil, but Isil was recovered and returned to his family.
LORELEI Name: Lorelei “Lori” Maas
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Realm: Silva
Status: Royalty
» Occupations: Princess; Magician in Training; Heir
Appearance:
» Hair: dark brown; curly/wavy; slightly below shoulder
» Eyes: hazel; almond
» Skin: medium brown; clear
» Face: oval;
» Body: 5'9”; mesomorph; fit
» Style: neutral colors; fitting for occasion
» Voice: medium; accented; quiet tones
» Impression: regal; quiet; imposing
Personality: strong-willed; sweet; determined; reserved; shy; strong; skilled; stubborn
Description: Lorelei's hair is her most distinguishing feature because of its unruly curls. Her appearance first off seems quite imposing, as she is tall, fit, and silent. She feels confident with her appearance, but not overly so. Lorelei is a determined person. Ever since she was very young, not many of her main objectives have escaped her resolve to make it to her goal. As there are not many people in Silva who have the same ability as she, Lorelei figured out a lot of what she knows about her magic on her own. Though her quiet and reserved demeanor doesn't make her very good company, she at times will become more social than her typical habits allow. This is mostly around family and close friends, whom she can still be shy around. Lorelei will press on stubbornly in an argument until she either understands the view of the other person and backs down, or until she wins them over.
Background: Lorelei grew up in the palace. When she was about nine years old, she discovered her powers while closely observing the gardeners. Since then she has been tutored to develop her magical abilities. She will also study on her own. Her parents have never locked her inside the palace; she is free to roam the town, exploring and learning. Every morning Lorelei studies typical academics for three hours, and then she is free to have her practical education time, including magic training.
Relations:
Camden Maas (Father)
Laelia Maas (Mother)
Meriall Maas (Younger Sister; 15)
Remus Maas (Younger Brother; 12)
Amman Maas (Uncle)
Mali Maas (Aunt)
Kana Maas (Cousin; 10)
Abilities: Lorelei can manipulate earth to a certain extent. The rarer the materials become increasingly difficult to manipulate. Lorelei also has the ability to make plants flourish.
Other: Lorelei spends much time outside, practicing her abilities and horseback riding through dense forests. She is devoted to increasing her powers. Her natural instinct is to avoid sociality.
SKIVAName: Skiva Jasmine Noctelle
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Realm: Terrae
Status: Servant
» Occupations: maid; kitchen hand; stable girl
Appearance:
» Hair: bright red; curly; short; bouncy
» Eyes: crystal blue; almond shaped; eye freckle in right iris
» Skin: pale; turns red easily
» Face: pixie-like; sharp; angular
» Body: 5'4"; lean; healthy
» Style: plain; dress; uniform
» Voice: high pitch; airy; melodic; dreamy
» Impression: ditzy; dreamy; head-in-the-clouds; sweet; gentle; kind; honest; odd
Personality: honest; imaginative; creative; good; innocent; brave; curious
Description: People generally don't think much of Skiva based on a first impression. Her appearance is a bit striking in Terrae because of her bizarrely pale skin (this is due to the ancestry on her father's side of the family) that contrasts with the more earthly tones of Terrae inhabitants. Her bright, fiery hair color, though is more common and reminds people that she is from Terrae. Skiva gives the initial impression of a nice, but slightly ditsy and dreamy girl because of the far-off gaze in her crystal blue eyes. It is like she is constantly daydreaming and unattached to the present reality. Yes, she does spend a lot of time daydreaming, but some of the time it looks like she is daydreaming, but she is just sleeping with her eyes open. When she is in a more lucid, grounded state, she is a happy and smiley girl the majority of the time. People tend to not notice Skiva because her mind is usually elsewhere; she isn't very engaging and she is horribly unobservant, so she may not notice that someone is trying to talk to her unless that shake her or something. Still, if one were to take the time to get to know Skiva better, they would find that she is actually a very pensive and creative person. It may not look like it, but she often contemplates deeper topics and thoughts, such as the meaning of right and wrong. She may dream of fantastical things, like the world being a giant turtle, but she is more grounded than some may think.
Background: Skiva was blessed with a loving family. Her parents truly loved each other and loved their children. Her mother was able to get her a job as a maid in the castle when she turned thirteen. She's almost been fired a few times because she'll go off and daydream, neglecting her duties. She hasn't been fired because her resourcefulness has saved the newer staff on a few occasions. Her hair used to fall to her waist, but, recently, she had a run-in with a thief who chopped off her hair (likely to sell). Skiva didn't mind much, but sometimes when she's lost in thought, she finds herself feeling the ends of her hair unconsciously.
Relations:
Tarwin Noctelle (Father - Village Baker)
Lacey Noctelle (Mother - Castle Seamstress)
Wicker Noctelle (Older Brother - Smith Apprentice)
Jasmine Noctelle (Younger Sister - too young to work)
Abilities: Skiva has a sort of connection with birds in general. She understands their feelings. Like she might notice that a bird flew from the north and it was worried or scared so Skiva might interpret that there's something going on up north that isn't good. More than this, birds seem to understand her as well. She could get them to fly and deliver a message for her if she needed them to.
When Skiva is very angry or emotional, she can start a spark of fire. She cannot control this, though.
Other: Skiva loves exploring. More than anything, she wants to learn how to read. Her favorite color is black, though she rarely wears it because she wants it to remain special. Her favorite season is spring and her favorite time of day is sunset.
NEREIDAName: Nereida (nay-RAY-dhah) Maris (MER-is)
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 60
Realm: Maré
Status: Royalty
» Occupations: Princess; Heir; Magician
Appearance:
» Hair: silver with blues; flowing; long
» Eyes: silvery-purple, pale; long eyelashes
» Skin: pale; pink-tinted
» Face: oval; narrow chin; delicate
» Body: 5'11"; slender; narrow shoulders
» Style: flowing; free; dresses
» Voice: medium-high; soothing; alluring; haunting; chilling
» Impression: graceful; elegant
Personality: serious; private; curious; studious
Description: Nereida is a curious soul with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. In her short sixty years, she has read so many books, and found only one thing to be true: it is not enough to simply read about something. Her studies have made her yearn to travel, to discover the wonders and magic that lies beyond the borders of her world, but her parents are not so fond of the idea. The Maré people are not ones for much formality, but they know who Nereida is. She is quite popular among the children, whose parents have filled their heads with the idea that she is some kind of grand adventurer who has travelled to the furthest reaches of the seas. While she has explored their realm more than the average person, these tales are seventy-five percent rubbish and embarrass Nereida to no end. She is still uncomfortable in the public eye, but she is not quite as bad as she was as a child, when she would hide in her mother's skirts during any public appearances. She is usually seen with her nose in a book, or taking notes on various things. Her slender, pale fingers have translucent webbing between them up to the second joint; her feet are much the same. She is very pale, with pinkish skin, and long silver hair intermingled with the occasional strand of blue. Her eyes are pale, like most Marians, and are a silvery-purple in color, graced with long-lashed eyelids. She is taller than most women, standing at nearly six-feet tall. She is slender, with narrow shoulders and few curves, but the same identifying sleek musculature as all Marians. The gills on the sides of her neck are almost imperceptible beneath the cover of her hair, but they are there nonetheless. She appears very delicate, with her small nose and narrow chin, but she is tougher than she looks. She wears free-flowing dresses that are most often blue, purple, or silver in color. Her voice is magnificent and in some aspects, frightening. It is medium-high in its pitch, and soothing, but it has alluring and haunting qualities to its tone, even without Nereida's magic, that can easily bring chills to a person's flesh.
Background: As people of Maré seldom give birth, it is no surprise that Nereida is an only child. She grew up with the company of spell books and small colorful fish. Most of her life she has been studying magic, and as such, she is one of the leading authorities in her realm on the subject. Over the past few years, even her parents have started consulting her on matters of magic. Education was important to her parents, as well as preparing her to take the throne, though that will undoubtably be a while yet. Twelve years ago, an attempt was made on her father's life. Since then, she has had much less freedom to do as pleases as in the past. Since then, she has done less traveling and more studying and practicing her magic.
Relations: Only child of the King and Queen of Maré.
Abilities: Nereida's power is contained within her voice. Through her voice she may control water. It is evident when she is doing so, as she goes into a trance-like state while singing and her eyes start glowing blue. Her voice has a number of strange qualities: It can make grown men cry, widows smile, and animals go mad. For some reason, it has no effect on children, other then to draw them to her.
Other: Nereida is still quite young, even if she has lived half a lifetime compared to some other humans.
SYLASName: Sylas Bevan Landon
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 46
Realm: Divum
Status: Nobility
» Occupation: Kingdom Official
Appearance:
» Hair: light brown; tousled
» Eyes: green; round; pale
» Skin: light; slightly freckled
» Face: square; wrinkles by eyes; smile lines
» Body: 5'11”; ectomorph; conditioned
» Style: simple; formal; colors: tan, greens, blues, gray
» Voice: low;
» Impression: important; optimistic; sensible
Personality: fun-loving; sensible; optimistic; mysterious; humorous; careless; prideful; scatter-brained
Description: Sylas has a constantly changing, varying, shifting personality. While on duty he is sensible and commanding (mostly), but at home he is quite like a young boy: careless, mischievous, and happy. Sometimes Sylas will get a little hot-headed or offended by any little thing, especially pertaining to his job. His wife will often have to help cool him down when his pride is injured. Sylas tends to get around using a sort of hop-skip-flutter routine, using his wings only half the time. The more prominent scatter-brained and careless side of Sylas often leaves things in random spots, says only half of his sentences, and trips and tumbles around a bit. He is scatter-brained quite often. Although he may seem like a complete goofball, and not fit for being a Kingdom Official, Sylas is intelligent, fair, and worth most people's time, even if that time is quite long.
Background: Sylas has not always been as open and silly as he is now. In his childhood, Sylas spent much time inside. He would read, study, and experiment with broccoli sculptures. Nearing his coming of age, Sylas realized he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. After making some friends, learning that broccoli did not make a person, and opening up to people, he gradually evolved into the goofy official he is now.
Relations:
Wife – 40
Son – 14
Brother – 49
Abilities: Sylas is capable of conjuring most simple to intermediate spells.
Other: Sylas can never get enough broccoli. He eats it night and day; when he's hungry, when he's not, and when he's in any kind of mood.
Name: Crynn Rooding Arc
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Realm: Marmor
Status: Soldier
» Occupations: spy; assassin
Appearance:
» Hair: black; straight; long; warrior's tail
» Eyes: red; almond; sharp
» Skin: pale;
» Face: angular; sharp
» Body: 5'7"; lithe; high fitness
» Style: grays and blacks; stealth apparel for assassinations; other apparel as needed for spywork
» Voice: low tenor
» Impression: inconspicuous; dangerous; person to avoid
Personality: cold; untrusting; obedient; indecisive
Description: Crynn is rather weak compared to the majority of Marmoreans, having lighter weight and build than most of his kin. But what he lacks in strength he makes up for in speed and trickery. With sharp eyes and features he takes advantage of the mountainous terrain of Marmor to always keep the upper hand, but his harsh personality makes him out as an unfortunate loner. He focuses on business and keeps strictly formal, and doesn't understand the meaning of 'relaxing' or 'letting loose'. But he is capable of fulfilling necessary disguises and roles to access locations and move in close to his target as needed.
Background: Crynn was a bastard son born of a woman raped by a drunk soldier one night. His mother was originally from poor circumstances and died shortly after his birth, but Crynn lived on, refusing to relinquish life despite his lack of protection from others. He would remain in the mines for fifteen years to be harassed and tormented by his peers for being weaker and smaller than the rest of his kind. Unfit to work with the cold stone, he was discovered by others, "The Shadows or Marmor," and raised to serve the crown in more subtle ways. For the next twenty three years he would be trained to be obedient to none but the royal family and a select few of the eleven High Lords as he mastered the arts of espionage, assassination, sabotage, and subterfuge.
Relations:
mother (deceased)
father (unknown, assumed deceased)
Abilities: Crynn is incapable of stone magic, but does hold greater psionic abilities than most Marmoreans.
Other: Crynn adores small animals, loves sweets, and hates water, but he tries not to let anyone know that to save face.