The Bee Hive

[Honey]

A home for all my wonderful little pollinators.
For I am the fruit of their labors.

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Title: (1)Official birth name and rank
Name: Must have this at least Common Tongue(5)Phenetic, Nicknames, Different languages
Age: (1)Race Based - Plot Believable
Gender: (1)
Race: (2)One of the aforementioned.
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Personality: Think you’ve got this one, but make sure you’ve got some flaws in there
Bio: Details people. Details
Other: anything I didn’t give you a spot for

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[Honey]

Name: Helena Wriggs
Age/Grade: 16/Junior
Myth/Auraic/Fae: Fae
Species: Underworld
Appearance: Helena's (https://jameswolf.cgsociety.org/art/fire-photoshop-nymph-pin-up-fantasy-babe-female-girl-creature-james-wolf-933468) skin is a soft grey bleeding out into a more vibrant red as she ages. Yellow markings appear the more proficient she becomes in mastering her powers, like badges of warning to her fellow Underworlders. She is most often seen clad in a long dark cloak. Though this is only for the propriety of the school. She much dislikes the confinement of modern clothing and wears only small swatches of fabric beneath. Her eyes glow only when actively using her powers, the tail and horns are permanent.
Personality: A mostly solitary being, calm and straight to the point, Helena doesn't believe in wasting word or action.
Ability: Nightmare Manipulation / Fear Inducement
Q: Internal Peace
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Subject to edits and expansion?

[Honey]

Family Name: Flanagan




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Name: Siobhan (shiv-awn) Maeve née Kelly
Sex: Female
Age: 28
Relation/Position In Group: Matriarch
Occupation Pre and Post Event: Army Wife - Diner Cook
Major Skill: Cooking
Minor Skills: Listening, Organizing, First Aid, Shooting
Most Valuable Assets: Her Babies, Dog-tags, Wedding Ring
Personality and Brief Bio: With a big heart and fiery temper Siobhan aptly fits the term "Mama Bear". A good Irish girl with a quick mouth and passionate nature, she fell for an older Irish solider. Married at 18, pregnant by 19, 20 found her widowed and a mother of two. Between her own inheritance, two army pension and two insurance claims, Siobhan and the children were financially secure and had nothing but time to heal. When the first rumblings of trouble started she packed everybody up and headed to the one person she knew would defend her kids as fiercely as herself, her father-in-law Charles.


Name: Charles Liam Flanagan
Sex: Male
Age: 60
Relation/Position In Group: Grandfather
Occupation Pre and Post Event: Vetran/Diner Owner - Hunter
Major Skill: Sharp Shooter
Minor Skills: Tracking, Trapping, Gardening
Most Valuable Assets: The Old Farmhouse (https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4776/40083274474_24bdbde0a1_b.jpg), The Diner, The Greenhouse
Personality and Brief Bio: Every generation of Flanagan for the last hundred years has signed on to defend his country. 35 years is what Charles gave and it may have been longer if he hadn't blown out a knee gaining a permanent limp. With his wife having passed and Thomas, his son grown, a budding family of his own, Charles needed something to keep him occupied for his new found retirement. A small town diner seemed just the investment. Though he soon found he wasn't much for people. A surly man he'll give it to you straight, weather you want it or not. Charles' softer side is reserved for his son's young widow and daughter. And maybe a little for that boy of her's too.

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Name: Darius James Wrighte
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Relation/Position In Group: Siobhan's Godson
Occupation Pre and Post Event: Student, Athlete - Waiter
Major Skill: Athletic, Quick Reflexes
Minor Skills: Sociable, Gardening, Shooting
Most Valuable Assets: Dad's Dog-tags, His 'Kicks' (All 14 Pairs)
Personality and Brief Bio: Having lost his mother at birth, Darius was just 8 when his father's unit was slain, leaving him an orphan. He was stunned to learn Siobhan was his God-mother (though she'd taken care of him every time they deployed), even more so when she agreed to keep him despite also losing her husband. The relationship isn't always easy, he is a growing teenager coming into his own stubborn personality after all. But Darius knows he is loved just as much as Bridget allotting him the confidence to stand up for what's right and be his own person.


Name: Bridget "Bee" Anne Flanagan
Sex: Female
Age: 8
Relation/Position In Group: The Baby
Occupation Pre and Post Event: Student
Major Skill: Sneaking, Eating Candy
Minor Skills: Hiding Candy from her Mom, Reading, Writing
Most Valuable Assets: Stuffed Hippo, Bee Charm Necklace
Personality and Brief Bio: Bee is very much the product of her upbringing, all love and sweetness. She has a quite acceptance of others, and a quite demeanor in general that sets her apart from the rest of the Flanagan household. Young Bridget can often be found just on the edge of action,
watching and waiting in her solemn way. Waiting for what? We have no idea.

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IC Pending

[Honey]

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Name: Filikitata (Fee-It-Lay-Key-Tee-Ah)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Nádleeh
Appearance: Kitten is tall with a very feminine figure, yellow eyes and white hair that fall past her waist when she chooses to take her Humanoid Form (https://pre00.deviantart.net/1135/th/pre/f/2014/350/4/e/selene_the_seer_by_mattforsyth-d8a3hyp.jpg). Cat-like in mannerisms, Len is unsure if her Preffered Form (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/5c/6f/dc/5c6fdce99b187eca5c505360b95092d3.jpg) is influanced by her own personality and looks or if she is influenced by the nature of the Beasts (https://t00.deviantart.net/hP-eE6bTC1eXCiQ1CzwCO9mKqKs=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre00/f0ec/th/pre/i/2016/043/5/f/niska__a_warm_silver_shade_in_the_snow_by_blackmys tica-d89578n.jpg).


About: Born in the Nënë Forrest Filikitata does not remember much of her parents as is typical of most Nádleeh. Not as passive as her Kin, she grew curious, not content to let the world spin around her. She enjoys the company of all creatures, her sense of self never allowing her to become lost in another being. Kitten spends most of her time defending those who cannot protect themselves, the creatures of her world trapped by people. A bit of a vigilante she occasionally ventures outside the forest bounds to the plains and mountains around it. Rarely going to the edges of villages, though never in her Human form, as she tracks hunters and poachers, freeing there captives back to the wild... and maybe giving them the occasional reminder not all the animals of the world are so defensless. It was on one such an trip she found Lenny.


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Name: Lenten Warce
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Achon
Appearance: Like most Achons Len is much shorter then other beings, not even reaching Kitten's shoulders. But don't let his stature fool you, he could give any work horse a run for their money, every inch of him is pure muscle hidden beneath normal Achon travel garb and weapon (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/draconfell/images/2/25/Ef38ab57dcbf6fca16e2369fe1f2e7cd.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150704234711).

About: Lenten grew up right here in Zënë, a normal childhood with the rich and lavish. But a comfortable life has never suited Len, he prefers to live on the edge, pushing limits, boundaries and occasionally the law. Being one of the least threatening races in all of Tokë, Len often uses this to his advantage, lulling others into a false sense of security and charming his way out of consequences. He's a cunning mind with a need for danger (that he usually finds) and just when he thought his luck was up he was saved by an angel. Or rather a very curvy 'Kitten', as he would later dub her.

Eyes followed the scantily clad woman as she moved amongst the vendors, much to the dismay of her Achon companion. He’d been a fool to think they could make it through the city unnoticed, Filikitata was too striking not to draw attention, too curious not to study the wears offered by the merchants, and had enough of an innocent air to have the wolves circling. Even as he handed coin over for the fruit she was biting into, she was moving away, when he caught back up, she was digging her teeth into the hand of a man instead. And while normally he would have enjoyed watching her teach how deceiving looks could be, right now, they had a meeting to make.

“That’s why it’s not a good idea to touch strangers. Never know which ones are going to be crazy!” Lenten exclaimed to the man, placing himself between the two and talking fast when Filikitata released him with a hiss. Her skin rippled as the man began shouting obscenities at them his arm rising to strike out. Lenten evaded, attempting to usher her away before she did something to draw even more attention.

“Not this time Kitten. We’ve places to go today.” He murmured the words, running a hand down her arm to sooth and gave a sigh of relief when she brushed against him then eased back into the shadows. By the time he talked the man down she’d shifted, luckily not opting for the form of a beast. Lenten shoved her clothes quickly into his rucksack before picking up the white horned critter.

Filikitata mewed softly and settled into Lenten’s arms, listening only half heartedly to his lecture about proper people etiquette. She’d be damned if she was going to politely tell a man to remove his hand from her body and frankly she had been showing restraint in only biting him when he’d grabbed for her chin. She made a soft sniffing sound of discord that shifted to a purr as Lenten absently scratched her head. Tiny claws kneaded at his arm in contentment as she was carried on through the bustling town.

Nearly asleep by the time they reached the Turf and Feather, she scanned the room through half closed eyes as Lenten wove through the patrons. She was jolted back awake as he found what he was looking for and loosened his hold on her. Unsecured, she leapt nimbly onto the now map covered table as Lenten dropped his heavy rucksack and tossed himself into a chair. One talon swatted towards him in annoyance before she padded across the table surveying the other while Lenten chatted up the barkeep. People really did come in as many shapes as creatures, she thought pausing head tilting to the left as she watched what appeared to be a dead one drinking ale.

“So, where do we start?” Lenten neglected to introduce himself as he slapped down his flyer on the table and turned his attention to the Duende spreading about the papers.


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[Honey]

Name: Hunter Grant Ward & Harper Grace Ward
Gender: Male & Female
Age: 18
Nationality: Canadian
Appearance:

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Hunter stands 6' with Harper coming in at 5'6", both are lean, with athletic builds. Considered "mirror image" twins, Hunter is male, left handed, with all his internal organs flipped and a Compass Atom tattoo (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS4HcMG0OFkONrXSry_q0bXhH7bL4eCO t_b3ICA5iegEGZYZqtn) on his right side. Harper on the other hand is female, right handed, with all her organs in the right places and an Color Atom tattoo (https://tattoo-ideas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/energy.jpg) on her left side. Hunter also recently acquired a 4" scar on the left of his chest,
where his heart should be.
Powers: Telepathy/Shared Mind – Only between themselves, limited range.
Energy Absorption Hunter
Can absorb various forms of energy, while removing it from the source, into his body and use it in various ways.
W:Overload: Too much power not converted could result in incapacitation or death. Unable to Emit Energy.

Energy Conversion Both
Can convert one form of energy into another form and transfer it between them. Example being, one absorbing sound energy and converting it into light energy or absorbing gravitational energy and converting it into heat energy. Though they are not yet this advanced.
W:The Twins must have physical contact to convert and transfer energy, if not in a position to absorb power for some time it can cause them to deplete their power supply, or overload their supply.

Energy Emission Harper
Can use the converted energy, gaining some form of advantage, either by enhancing herself, gaining the drained power, using it as power source.
W:Overuse: Using more power than stored may exhaust or kill. Unable to absorb.
Biography: Born together, die together... Literally.

Hunter and Harper were born just seconds apart and much to their parents dismay, screamed blue bloody murder every time they were separated from then on. Having their powers from birth, they learned and adapted quickly, able to share all knowledge and skills as well as communicate mentally. Childhood was otherwise normal, they grew up on the beautiful Bruce Peninsula, wedged between Lake Huron and the Georgian Bay with two loving parents and a dog.

There mother, Greta, was a low grade enhanced, with slight Power Absorption skills. She worked as a social worker, often in conjunction with law enforcement to help with other Enhanced. This is how she met her future husband, a hard nosed RCMP officer who'd seen to much but wasn't willing to give up the fight. Together they worked to train more law enforcement in ways to help with Enhanced youth situations so less ended in lethal consequences.

The twins grew up fast, Popular, friendly and outgoing, they were star athletes in various sports and on several school committees. It was simple highschool life, though dating was rather difficult as many couldn't understand the closeness of the two. They were never considered enhanced, it was always just assumed they had that freaky twin thing. And it wasn't until a car accident that they realized the fuller extent of their abilities.

Coming back from a Hunter's wrestling tournament, a drunk driver swerved into the lane. The impact killed his mother instantly and would have taken Hunter's life as well, were it not for his enhanced abilities. His body was able to absorb the kinetic energy with little harm. His only injury being from a twisted metal spear of car, that luckily missed his shifted heart.

Harper who had stayed out with friends nearly lost consciousness at the burst of pain. Her stint in the waiting room was ten times more painful. For the first time unable to connect with Hunter. She was a mess, unconscionable by even her father. A burly man who simply held his little girl while his world fell apart. When they finally let the family into Hunter's room Harper clung to his hand, going nearly three days without moving. When someone eventually tried to force her away she lashed out, unintentionally releasing the kinetic energy from the crash and sending them flying back into the wall.

Not thinking them to be enhanced, their mother had never taken any precautions when interacting with them and had been absorbing much of their powers. Without her influence they are steadily returning and the twins need help. So now with his wife buried, summer over, Hunter on the mend and Harper semi-normal, Grayson Ward has enrolled them in Trennan Academy.

Personality: It's easy to get to know open people like the twins, energetic, happy, humorous and fun. But if there's anything you should know it that they are generous, compassionate and will always put the other first.

When broken down into separates, Hunter would be left brain. Smart, logical and ambitious, he looks before he leaps, considers all angles. He is also the protector and gentler of the two, reflective and tolerant. He's also slower to trust other.

Harper is all right brain, a captivating, creative and instinctual individual. She leaps before she looks and it's usually head first. More aggressive and adaptable than her brother, she's currently feeling incredibly possessive.

Other:

~Hunter Grant Ward & Harper Grace Ward Outside Trennan Academy

They stood in matching khaki shorts and white tank tops, ginger heads bent over a device. Twins who embraced and perhaps even flaunted their sameness. But then they also seemed so different, one distinctly masculine in build, shorts hitting his knees, tank top half tucked, hair highly stylized as he stood slightly shielding the female. She on the other hand had her tank tucked smoothly into high waisted shorts that stopped decidedly higher than the knee. Hair drawn up to a hasty ponytail in defense of the California heat, her face bright as she tapped away.

Then in a move that needed almost no thought, Hunter caught his exuberant sister as she leapt on his back. Arms hooking under her legs at his waist as she threw her own arm over his shoulders and brought the phone up in front of their now cheek to cheek faces.

“See, we made it! Safe and sound!” He exclaimed, grin consuming his face as much to his sister’s delight, he spun them in a quick circle to show of the Academy front and grounds.

“We love you. Miss you. Talk to you soon!” Harper chimed in, following it up with a bunch of kissy sounds and faces. Then with a few quick taps of the screen she sent the video file soaring through cyber space. You did teach dad how to open the files right? The silent communication sent the twins into a gale of laughter before a voice drew the attention of the crowd.

Blue eyes widened as they took in Vampiress and the other staff. Though he’d done his due diligence in researching the school, it hadn’t really occurred to him that they would actually meet and be taught by legendary superheroes. Nearly giddy with delight at the prospect before him, he started the tour with a bounce in his step.

He faltered just slightly as they moved past Trennan statues. In everything he’d read up on, he’d somehow missed the fact the two nemeses had been twins as well. Harper's arms tightened slightly around him, her cheek brushing his, You’re right, that could never be us.

Her face appeared as if she were about to slip into sleep, all the while she surveyed the other students through half closed eyes. Harper didn’t bother returning to her feet as the tour started, her legs swinging idly, chin resting on her arm as her eyes took in everything and her ears nothing. But it was unnecessary to listen, for everything Hunter learned was simply there in her head as always. The tour drew to a close as information passed so seamlessly between the twins’ minds even they lost track of who thought what.

How is he old enough to be a teacher? I wouldn’t mind if he taught me a thing or two… ew… What can I say, love a man who knows how to dress and those eyes. Awe, Poor baby being singled out like that. We need to learn more about this dorm assignment. Oh purple hair, why can’t we have purple hair. Dad’s gonna buy a yacht with all that money he’ll be saving. Did we eat lunch. Why are the dorms so far apart? Dad hates the water. Well he’s not gonna be in the water is he. Jeeze, How is he breathing in all that clothing? What if we get roommates? I suppose we could dye it. Maybe he’s local and this is cold for him. It’s so hot, don’t they know it’s September. Dye would be so much work to maintain. Lunch was 3 hours ago. We’ve shared a room practically our whole lives.You Think of all the beach time though. But what if they touch my things. Yeah, but did we eat it? Your things aren’t even that special. Oh wait, time zones. No I don’t think we did.

“I need sustenance! Onward valiant stead!” Harper punctuated her sudden outcry while a wild thrust of her arm in the general direction of the cafeteria. Hunter punctuated it by dropping her.

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[Honey]

Name: Kendall "Kenny" Vice
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Profession: Climbing Welder

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Weapons: Ice Axe, Garrote, Glock 43 - 9mm Lugar(50 Rounds), Paracord Knife(Hidden)

Equipment: Tool Belt (Various Wires, Coiled Metals, Hammer, Screwdriver and assorted heads, Pliers, Electrical Tapes, Pencil, Markers, Measuring Tape, Adjustable Wrench, Water Filter, Firesteal, Amp Meter, Clips), Headlamp, 2L Hydration pack, Rope, Socks, First Aid Kit (first-aid manual, adhesive tape, adhesive bandages in several sizes, elastic bandage, a splint, antiseptic wipes, soap, antibiotic ointment, lip balm, antiseptic solution, acetaminophen and ibuprofen, tweezers, sharp scissors, safety pins, disposable instant cold packs, calamine lotion, alcohol wipes, thermometer, thermal shock blanket, medicinal plants manual, cloth, cordage, superglue, gloves), Climbing Shoes

Clothes: Steel Toed Combat Boots, Old Denim Jeans, White Tank Top, Blue Coveralls, Fall Prevention Harness, Tan Tool Belt, Angel Fire Women's Hybrid Welding Jacket, Welding Gloves, Dark Blue Face Shield/Bandana, Climbing Hat, Welding Googles (https://dystyle.ro/image/cache/data/men/ochelari-steampunk-mad-black-600x600-500x500.jpg), Paracord (https://www.amazon.ca/Survival-Emergency-Bracelets-Travelling-Winderness/dp/B078T6JB3X/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1519274695&sr=8-9&keywords=paracord+bracelet+knife) On upper Arm

Background: Kenny grew up poor and rough right here in Washington D.C. She had little interest in school, only attending enough to keep her out of trouble with 'the man'. With a negligent mother, absentee father and gangs rampant she might have slipped through the cracks if she hadn't been caught boosting the auto teacher's car.

Willing to pay any price not to be hauled in by police Kenny found herself working reception at the local auto shop. But all those fancy tools intrigued her and before she knew it she was actually learning things, then working on the cars voluntarily. But things took an even bigger change for her the first time she sparked up the welder. With a new found purpose she began attending her classes and applying herself, though only to the most relevant of subjects.

When her mom died of an overdose, Reginald (that auto teacher) took her in and helped her further change her course. Getting her into boxing to help manage her aggression and pent up emotions, tutoring her so she could graduate and attend a trade school to earn her tickets. Then co-signing for her first apartment and walking her right to a gun range, cause "A pretty young lady should have a little bite behind her No. And a bang when the bite fails."

Now Kenny's moved from that tiny one bedroom place and she no longer needs a co-signer, but she still visits Reginald every Sunday at the range then to dinner and maybe a quick spar in the ring, though she's added rock climbing and weight lifting to her skill set.

Kendall was suspended 150ft in the air when the world went to hell. Now back on the ground she's out to find Reginald and get clear.

The Brunette let out a string of curses ripe enough to make a sailor blush, wrenching the gun from the stranger’s hand. Every part of her regretted dropping down to street level to help the group of five. Her instincts had told her to keep going, but the little voice of conscience that was Reginald nagged at the back of her head. So with her added sneak attack, they'd eliminated the group of walkers pinning them down. After coming up with a plan of action, Kendall had turned to see if anyone needed medical attention only to be startled as one of the men started firing at a Zombie at the end of the street.

“What are you stupid?! QUIET! I said we needed to be QUIET. Not go all cock in hand, guns blazing, willy nilly! IDIOT! All you’ve done is give away our position and wasted ammo!! We have to move.” Cursing silently now she shoved the gun back into his holster, pushed the man forward and waving the others on she turned to her own gear. The climbing bag was only going to be a hindrance now, she had to move fast. Kneeling she ripped open the bag and pulled out only what she deemed essential. Hands steady she slid tools into her belt like she would for any climb, shoved first aid supplies into a small hikers water backpack and looped her climbing shoes and helmet through the buckles before shrugging it on.

“Haven’t even found you yet and you’re getting me into trouble old man.” She muttered, hating she had to leave the food, blankets, extra supplies, and (most importantly) the MIG welder, but the sound of Zombies grew steadily louder. Kenny leapt back to her feet and tore down the road after the others. As it appeared nobody was anything close to an athlete she caught up easy enough but that also meant the Zombies were gaining on them.

Not counting her own weapons, there were two guns in the group, a crowbar, baseball bat and some kind of make shift spear. It wasn't going to be enough. Wishing once more to be back on high ground she pulled her Ice Axe from her belt and turned, swing hard. The momentum had the blunt edge caving in part of a face, taking a zombie down. A scream went up as three walkers took down her new 'besties' wife. Fresh shots rang out, but with no chance of saving her, Kenny danced backwards. Light on her feet even with the added weight she swung again this time burying the bladed edge deep. But for every one she took down, two more seemed to rise.

No it wasn't going to be nearly enough...


-Condition:Good--Water:1.4L--First Aid Kit:Full--Ammo:50(9mm)Rounds--Mood:Pissed-

Character Accepted
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[Honey]

Name: Lavinia
Race: Human
Age: 32

Gender: Female
P.o.B: Korcari Wilds, Ferelden / Witch of the Wilds
Side: Warden-Lieutenant (2nd in command, if you'll have her.)

Class: Mage
Specialization: Shapeshifter

Skills:
Survival
Growing up wild Lavinia developed the ability to track other beings and detect the presence of nearby threats.
Herbalism
Levinia can make a variety of potions, poultices, salves, balms, elixirs, and so forth, whenever raw ingredients and a recipe are at hand. As well as both mead and wildwine, though she occasionally likes to experiment with formulas, so take with caution...

Spells:
Bear Shape
While transforming into a bear grants Lavinia a large physical bonus, it also nullifies her spells and restricts her access to potions, weapons, armor and any other items equipped. She reserves this option for close combat or when she tires of the other Wardens' drama.
Flaming Weapon
Enchants the party's melee weapons with flame, though she's no fool and will withhold the skill if she thinks you're more liable to set yourself alight.
Inferno
The caster summons a huge column of swirling flame. All targets in the area take constant fire damage as they burn. Friendly fire probable possible, so don't piss her off.

Appearance: With eerie golden eyes and long brown hair, she is tall and hearty, rivaling the build of most men.

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Weapons: Amber and White Ash Staff (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/41/26/a8/4126a83887f1c637124c782e3ced6623.jpg)
Armor: The shown Patchwork leather and metals, so as to move with speed.

Equipment: A leather water flask, 3 Lyrium potions, heavy dark cloak, a spigot and a small herbalist's kit, circular crescent in shape and magically sealed, marked with Chasind scrawl - stocked mostly to tend minor wounds and the inevitable burns.
Runes: Rune of Defense, left hip of armor.

Personality: With youth spent in the wilds, then battle and death for the rest, most would call her primal, hardened and begrudging to grant respect or trust. This would not be inaccurate, she suffers no fool and is as unpredictable as the flames she wields. Exuding power and confidence in all she does, Lavinia is surprisingly soft spoken when not on the battlefield, (though you'd still be wise to listen) and once gaining favor, there is a softer, warmer side to her, easily stirred to a blaze if one is not careful.

Background: Witch of the Wilds. She'd heard it all her life. A soft whispered accusation, always behind her. None dare accuse her to her face, for what if it be true and they bring the wrath of Flemmeth and all her daughters? Lavinia couldn't answer that for you. True she was a witch, and she had been born to the wilds, but she had no knowledge of any more than that. Her earliest memories are of whispers and shadows, cold and hunger. So she learned to beat them all. Mastering the art of flame, embodying that of the great bear, claiming the wilds as hers, taking what she wanted. What she needed.

When they came for her it was in darkness, and together. Chasian to the left, templars to the right. It seemed only death or the circle would be her fate. Lavinia would take death and she would not take it quietly. The battle was fierce but short lived, for a young Grey Warden traveled with the templars. Seeing promise in the lost child, he halted the blood shed, offering her a choice, a purpose, a home...

While the joining itself is no easy feet it, it was a cake walk compared to Lavinia's next few years. To go from an entirely individual and solitary person, to the hierarchy and structure of the Warden Order was quite the culture shock. Suddenly someone wanted to know where she was, what she was doing, why she was doing it. All the time. And then they were telling her, where to go, what to do, who to do it with. All the time. This didn't sit well with Lavinia and it was mostly her own annoyance at being bossed around that drove her to rise in the ranks. But along the way they wore her down, she began developing real relationships with her fellow Grey Wardens, for the first time caring about more than just surviving.

Her own struggle with adjusting to the life and teamwork is probably why, with the new lack of darkspawn, Lavinia has spent the last while running team training exercises and assessments.
Other:
The hearty, bleeding brunette shrugged out of the armor, handing it over to the blushing smith apprentice with narrowed eyes. Not for the drift of his own eyes but rather the way his hands fumbled when he took it. A delicate elvish woman rushed to her side, handing her a replacement garment, much to her distaste, the simple (and confining) robes of a common mage. Then took to her wounded arm, healing light emanating from her palms as she worked to fix the damage from the wayward recruit currently laying unconscious on the cot across from Lavinia.

"You should have used something on this. I know you have the skills and no it wouldn't have taken to long. You taught me half of what I know 'bout field dressing." The elvish healer reprimanded, turning to the herbs on the table. The mage didn't bother responding, Crealie (https://heroesoffaerun.wdfiles.com/local--files/newstar-cloaks/CouncilSorolzaRavenshield.jpg) had never needed any input to carry on a conversation, it was perhaps her endless rambling that endeared her so to the battle hardened woman. The elf shooed away the smith boy, but not without a small lecture about seeing his master repair the Senior Grey Warden's gear before her next mission. As he scurried from the room, armor clutched to his chest a portly boy strolled in, coming for a training report.


~~Training Report~~

Two teams of 4 - one Warden observer each
Opponent based - Overnight, Three day time limit.

Training Objective
Recurits
Locate
Disarm
Capture

Warden
Assess Survival
Assess Tracking
Assess Team
Assess Strategy
Assess Objective

Full Report of Events

Lavinia sat high in the tree above her squads camp, most of the first day had been wasted. They'd argued and searched for her rather than the opposition. Though it wasn't prowess of her own skills that had kept them at bay, rather the lack of their own and a failure to look up. The camp they had made was shabby, poor shelter, few available resources and the perimeter was a joke, as was their surveillance. Even now they bickered, the sun setting as they attempted to start a fire. Accusations hurled at the mage for not having the required skill, neither warrior or rogues having bothered with a kit. Hunger was setting in now with the cold of night, their voices became bitter, resentful and loud as they began routing through each others belongings, blaming one another for holding out on the others. Lavinia rolled her eyes, she did not think they would be scoring well in this task.

"I knew it." The warrior exclaimed, holding up a fist of potions and herbs from the mage's bag. He tossed the bag to the rogues drinking down a potion despite the objection of the mage. Lavinia dropped quietly to the ground as it was announced he carried deathroot extract and various other poison elements. Hallucination would onset fast for the warrior, he would't be able to tell friend from foe. She needed to stop the rogues before they followed suit. But in timing that couldn't have been worse, the second squad emerged from the wilderness. Chaos erupted as everyone went for weapons. Swinging her own staff forward, a sudden flash had every blade set to fire, then just as quickly it was gone.

A second grey warden charged onto the field, having worked with Lavinia before he understood the signal for trouble. His eyes sought out a new enemy, the danger a mere recruit couldn't handle but found nothing. Confused he began eliminating recruits from the challenge, seeking Lavinia, knowing he was missing something, she wasn't one to help the trainees lightly.

The warden mage hurled a simple ball of magic, it hit center mass, full armor and caused no damage. But it served it's purpose, disrupting the Warrior's attack. Moving quickly she inserted herself between the drugged boy and the others continuing the rapid fire low level assault to drive him back. Sensing an attack from behind, Lavinia turned, knocking the rogue's blade from his hand as her fellow Warden "captured" him. But this small distraction was costly and the warrior's sword slashed down hard into her armor. The shock of actual blood had the other recruits halting in their game. A kind of calm moved over the battle now, as the Warden motioned his other wards away from the pair, nodding to Lavinia.

She let the magic steal through her, time seeming to slow for her as bones popped and stretched. The warrior's still stuck sword clattered free as fur erupted across skin, teeth elongated and sharpened. She'd never been able to explain it, like a pain that didn't hurt, as she turned from woman to bear. The great beast had even the crazed warrior retreating a step, but not fast enough. One clawed paw sent him up in the air, crashing down into a tree and then sweet oblivion.

Conclusion of Objective
Early Termination By Warden
Survival - Failed
Tracking - Failed
Teamwork - Failed
Strategy - Failed
Objective - Failed

Recommendation
Train starting from scratch
Need severe one-on-one lessons
May not be worth it

Additional Personal Notes
Next time I set them all on fire and leave...

~~Report End~~

The scribe looked up from his notes, clearing his throat. Her last statement had been made so matter of fact he hadn't even realized what was being said until he'd written it out. A quick study of her impassive face had him second guessing his objections. So with a quick thank you and good bye he shuffled out to file his reports, leaving the warrior to her healing.

Name: Enora Daglari
Race: Human (Rohirrim)
Age: 26

Gender: Female
P.o.B: Aldburg, Rohan
Side: Defenders

Class: Warrior
Specialization: Shieldmaiden

Skills:
Defender
The warrior holds ground, becoming remarkably resilient against forceful attacks, taking everything the enemy throws at them and keeping their allies unscathed.
Assault and Battery
What she lacks in raw power Enora makes up for by spinning into a vicious assault that inflicts significant damage and often throws enemies back.
Shield Pummel
Enora's shield is like a second weapon, arcing out, striking foes like a battering ram. The perfect tool at hand for knocking foes around the battlefield.
Rider
As skilled with a blade on the back of a horse as with two feet on the ground.
Spells: N/A

Appearance: Blonde with cloudy grey eyes and well defined muscle, she stands a head shorter then her brethren.

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Armor: Chain-mail under intricate leather and metalwork - Helmet (https://sep.yimg.com/ay/yhst-42417777999735/horseman-helmet-3.gif)

Equipment: Water flask, whetstone, flint stone, salt, hoof pick.
Runes: N/A

Personality: Enora is well loved by her people, modest, fair-minded, merciful and scrupulously just. She relishes in life its' self, a gentle heart moved by the beauty and good of the world. Honor and stubbornness lead her to the way of the sword. Though this is followed only for it's ability to defend all she holds dear as she treats even those who fall by her blade or brought into capture with the upmost kindness.

Background: For a hundred generations the Daglari have served Rohan as riders and shieldmaidens. From nearly the moment they can hold up their own heads, the Daglari children are taught to ride, mastering this skill before most can walk. Then come swords and shields, the way of the warrior and rider a part of their very essence. The Daglari's stand for honor, peace and loyalty, above all else, fearless in the march against evil.

This generation boasts five Daglari children - Edlis, Ememo, Ernly, Enora, Eteara - all tall blonde warriors like their fathers before them. Enora falling second to last and the only female. But this never stopped her, if anything it made her more determined. She was not satisfied to fall into the role of ordinary shieldmaiden, left home to defend the hearth. If she was going to fight it would be side by side with her brothers on the front lines.

Her father saw this most befitting for one of his line and allowed her what she wished. With the similarities between the siblings and the vast amount of them, no one else was the wiser when she trained with her brothers. By the time any differences became apparent she'd already proven herself a capable rider and valiant shieldmaiden, having won the respect of the men who would form her company.

The first six years of her service were relatively uneventful, with the exception of a young man who tried to woo her away from the life. A daring task to undertake, for now among the ranks she had the added brothers of battle, to judge and accost any suitor. Their efforts would prove unnecessary for Enora repeatedly refused him. She could never be with a man who didn't understand her need to protect, she would never be happy in the role of her mother.

A part of her was relieved when "the Wrong" rose, taking her from her home to war. That was short lived as she witnessed the death of her brethren on the battlefield. For four long years she's stood alongside them as one by one they fall. The company grows weary, the fight seeming to never end, no ground ever gained. Word has spread of elves venturing out in search of aid, and hope has stirred, but it is fleeting and if they do not return soon, Enora feels the war will be lost.

Other: Faruq - 6 year old amber buckskin stallion
Hoof beats sounded through the meadow, a battle cry, the clashing of metals.

Enora Deglari's shout joined the fray, sat atop a golden steed, she parried an attack on her right, swung her shield up to block the one from the left. Pressure from her leg had the horse bolting forward, escaping the two adversaries. Easing up on her right had him turning about bringing the men back into sight. She parried another attack, then advancing countered with one of her own. Coupling the thrust of her blade with an arc of her shield had the male falling from his mount. Enora lept to follow him down, moving into a roll and back to her feet in one fluid move. She circled, shield raised, blade poised, then with another shout, she lashed forward in a barrage of attacks. Sword, shield, sword, shield, shield again. Her strikes were quick, pushing him back as he struggled to defend, losing his footing and falling again.

Sound had her spinning, shield up to meet the onslaught. The impact shocked her arm but she shifted her stance wider, determined to hold her ground. With a snarl he pushed forward, but Enora would not falter, the two faced one another, shields locked in a stand still. Behind her, the golden steed reared up, once more startling her second oppent to the ground and giving her the advantage she needed, bending at the knee she loosened her pressure on the opposing shield, then slammed her own forward again. Three times she bashed on before the pain had him dropping his guard. With another shift in stance she brought her sword to his throat.

"Yield!" Enora laughed at her elder brother's shout, tossing her blunted practice blade towards the pile of others and slinging her shield back over her shoulder. After helping her youngest brother to his feet for the fourth time, she turned to gather the reins of her mount.

"Are you sure you want such a young mount? Has he even been properly broken?" Edlis questioned, smoothing his hand over the stallion's coat. Enora nodded, mimicking her brother's action as she stared into the creatures eyes. She saw a kindred spirit there, keen intelligence and a wildness she couldn't let the trainers take from him.

"Oh yes brother. Were you not watching? So clever was he, following my lead, trusting my instruction, watching my back. He will make a fine war horse, we will make a good pair. Faruq you shall be, one who can tell right from wrong. And we will survive this fight." She ended on a whisper, the last for the horses ears only, as she cut a lock from his mane to affix to her helmet.

Name: Crealie “Cree” Unbrace
Race: Elf
Age: 27

Gender: Female
P.o.B: The Circle, Ferelden
Side: Follower of the Wardens

Class: Mage
Specialization: Spirit Healer

Skills:
Coercion
A silver-tongued master of the most persuasive nature she is able to sway just about anyone with her charm wit and sweet air of innocence.
Herbalism
Healing is in her nature and Cree has amasses a vast knowledge of herbs permits creation of potent potions, poultices, and salves.
Poison Making
Through her intense study of healing she has also uncovered the darker side of life and developed a skill for crafting poisons and grenades, using ingredients in the same manner as those used in Herbalism.

Spells:
Heal
Able to knit and repair the flesh of minor wounds in a seemingly miraculous manor, near instantly healing an ally by a moderate amount.
Revival
Stealing into the subconsciousness of her fallen allies (or enemies if so desired) Cree is able to restore them to a conscious state, restoring both alertness and minor health. Though she herself is rendered defenseless while casting.
Lifeward
A protective ward on is placed on an ally that automatically restores health when the ally falls close to death, though this is quite taxing to the witch and could cause her death if cast for too long.

Appearance: A slender, petite and delicate woman, she was not made for the battlefield.

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Weapons: An Ashwood Staff
Armor: Cloth Mage Robes
Equipment: A large Herbalist and Poisoner's kit, highly stocked, several empty vials, mortar and pestle, 4 elf root potions, 4 lyrium potions.
Runes:

Personality: A bubbly little chatter box. Cree is everybody’s best friend.

Background:
Other:


Name: Rothlilion Ashwood
Race: Elf
Age: 103?

Gender: Male
P.o.B: Mirkwood, Endor
Side: Defender

Class: Warrior
[b]Specialization: Archer

Skills:
Spells: N/A

Appearance:

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Weapons:
Armor:
Armor (https://steamuserimages-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/868494063067855645/F2BA7331F0DAD9498A0103019C6F2901836687AC/)
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Equipment:
Runes:

Personality:

Background:
Other:

[Honey]

God Character Sheet
Name: Aphrodite (https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4776/40084466685_815a71d0ce.jpg)
Known For: Love, Beauty, Pleasure, Desire and Procreation
Personality: Passionate, weak, all smiles but little substance, unfaithful, jealous, it's all anyone sees and she's given up trying to change anyone's opinion of her, playing into the facade. This has made her seem a small petty woman with no regard for others feelings. But in essences she only treats them as she herself is treated, having learned early in life to place high regard for her ‘lovely mask’ as she repeatedly experiences men’s attraction focused primarily on her outer ‘goods’, subsequently buying into the social mores of ‘beauty’ as the only valuable aspect of her gift and subsequently neglect the all-encompassing aspects of her intellectual and emotional gifts of companionship and creative inspiration. A lack of childhood has made her unable to make any relationship that isn't sexual. And even those don't last very long. Add in the fact that the Patriarchy, threatened by her ‘power’ over men, have attempted in every way to restrict, confine, label and demote her from her Queenly position. Furthermore, Aphrodite and Demeter were not allowed to co-mingle in the patriarchal order (in other words, whore and wife had to be kept separate). Aphrodite also experiences alienation from the other goddesses, leaving her very lonely. Even her marriage is a sham, forced upon her by her Zeus with no consideration for her own wants or needs.
Weapons of Choice: Her own Beauty... And occasionally a nice pointy pair of Ornate Daggers (https://img00.deviantart.net/477b/i/2007/113/1/6/rose_dagger_by_bloodstorme.jpg)
Appearance: A curvaceous woman with long rippling strawberry blonde hair and translucent green eyes. She falls shorter than her sister goddesses, and dresses considerably more...scandalous (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/59/70/90/597090dff91de5c7a25dc64e5b923025.jpg) and opulent (https://www.sunbijoux.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/4-78.JPG).



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Name: Valentina "Val" Rose Amore
Age: 36
Appearance: A long face with a sharp nose, pale green
eyes and a mole above her upper lip, all framed by a
tumble of copper hair. Standing a sweet 5'2" with a slim
and gently curved hourglass figure, she drapes in only
the most flattering of high fashion. Val is keenly
sensual, loving all that arouses her senses: perfumes,
flowers, clothing that feels good on her skin, beautiful
combinations of colors, fine food and drink, caressing
touch. Skilled with a makeup brush she tends to keep it
surprisingly minimal, only enhancing her natural
features. Though she does enjoy getting dolled up when
she thinks the occasion calls for it. Her real weakness
lies in designer heels, seriously, it might be a problem.
Personality: With a vigorous lust for life Valentina is a joyful extrovert, exhibiting an ease of expressing warmth, charm, and natural ability to relate with others. She is in all things passionate, be it love or anger, it receives the entirety of her being. Indulgent and sensual, at ease in her body and with her sexuality, Val loves everything about being female. She identifies herself as a feminist and has a low tolerance for derogatory behavior towards women.

Her natural instinct of living in the ‘moment’ impedes her considering the consequences of her urges and passions
forget about one commitment when wrapped up in the immediacy of another situation
need to learn balance between emotional priorities and practical considerations.
comfortable with her body & expressing her sexuality
casual, adventurous attitude toward sex
connected with sex drive and passion


Profession:
Elite Matchmaker - Washington DC
she is relational--bringing people together.
She loves Love, she loves the masculine aspect
is bad with technology and has a team of experts helping her with her social media accounts.
The clash between her personal passion for love and sensuality vs. the collective values requiring a woman to be married and settled - a challenge for her naturally polygamous spirit
gives herself up to the intense passion of Love--living fully in and for the moment, despite the price
A more keenly developed Aphrodite is able to offer a man both erotic as well as intellectual/emotional companionship.
desires relationship with heart the capacity to ‘disarm’ men, teaching them the way to their own heart.

more keenly developed, have the capacity to bring out a man’s feelings and creativity as well as to expand his capacity for intimate relating.

Socialite
she loves the Arts and things creative.
She is civilized, sensual - attracted to cocktail parties, clean linen rather than camping
Social life and social activities - connections are very important
Creative force is a deeper aspect of Aphrodite promoting a creative force in a woman influencing her involvement in one creative project after another.

Charities
Runs safe houses for battered women

love to indulge her children, dressing them up, exposing her children to cultural events, giving them treats.

Family history/character bio: Big Italian family. also has a very keen interest in architecture and interior design. She switches homes every few years and sees each house as a personal project to upgrade in structure and style before putting it back on the market. She is an avid patron and collector of art pieces and invests a lot of money in support of local artists.

She was a rebellious teenager who deliberately sported an extreme appearance to make a statement. She wore a nose ring, got a Mohawk hairstyle and frequently dyed her hair in loud colors. To grow out of her teens, she started dating much older men. she was also in a same-s*x relationship for a very long time in high school.

frequently, in the lovers’ triangle as the ‘other woman’?
may fall into affairs with married (often older) men, especially when she is younger?


Notes:



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