Tome of Creation

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Spoiler: Sasha Alutia 

Name: Sasha Alutia
NickName:
Age/Grade: 14/Freshmen
Gender: Female

Spells:
Light: Using a small amount of magic, she is able to create a ball of light that can be used to light up a 10ft diameter around her.
Bolt: A short burst of energy that she can fire from her hand like a bullet.
Wall: A 7ft dome around her that can help protect her from attacks for 10s.
Magic song: With both of her hands on her neck, she can produce an audible sound that causes localized bursts of spell to those within range of hearing it. It is highly draining and does cause pain to her throat.

Additional skills: Flame eater - Due to her natural element being fire, she can consume fire in small bursts to heal her body, though this doesn’t last for long and still leaves her hungry.
Fire Guard: Due to her element, she can easily handle and get hit by fire with taking minimal damage from it.

Gear: N/A
Pet: An owl named Sudi

Appearance: https://tahrasrandomstuff.weebly.com/uploads/9/8/0/8/9808869/174150901_orig.jpg?262

History: Born to a small hamlet in the mountains, Sasha was at a severe disadvantage. Her town was know prominently as holy magic users, and that was the only magic that they taught their children in. With no affinity in using holy magic as she was born to fire, she was constantly struggling to build up her magic.

As she grew, she began to repress her fire magic, resulting in her near stunted growth of magic, and weakened use of holy energy, though she could still feel her fire magic grow. She was thankful though to be able to leave her small town and head to the school as a slayer, hoping that they could help increase her use in holy, or the small bit help her become more used to fire powers.

Personality: Sasha is a smart and cautious girl, though easily agreeable with other students. She is friendly with any others, knowing full well what it is like to be an outcast, and will happily work to help others become more comfortable with themselves, despite that she denies what she is. While she is slow to anger, she can stay angry for a long time and is usually brash when she is angered.

Sexual Orientation: Unsure, as it has not been on her mind for her.

Personal Items: A worn silver cross that she wears around her neck, a parting gift from her mother when she left home.

Likes:
~Soft Rock
~Sweets
~Reading

Dislikes:
~Bigots
~Swimming
~Cold food

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Spoiler: Sasha Griffith 

Name: Sasha Griffith
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Job: Ameture artisan while attending College
Class: Support Tank. Most of her powers are designed to help allies in a fight, but the few offensive moves she has pack a punch.

Appearance: Being the glue of her friends, Sasha seems to hold the middle ground of her friends. Standing at 5’6” and a healthy 154 lbs, she keeps her body in shape. Her hair kept down to the lower back is a common black and highlighted with bubblegum pink. She dresses in pleated skirts that fall to her knees. Her usual top is a blouse with a matching open vest, with a pair of shin length boots.

Her eyes are a shimmering blue that is accentuated with very light purple eyeshadow, to which she matches her nails to. She keeps an old leather bound satchel on her side, filled with journals and painting tools, for when inspiration hits her.


Personality: Sasha was born an empath, and has as such been one to be happy and boisterous. Always outgoing and eager, most found her moods infectious and positive to be around. She is willing to lend an ear and shoulder when her friends are down and quiet, able to share and comfort in others pain. Rarely is she seen as down and morose, though she has shown a still contentedness when by herself.

Strengths:
Artisan: Having a natural talent for art and going to school for photography, Sasha is a great artist.

Self titled Therapist: Born an empath, Sasha grew confident in helping others with their problems and working through their emotions, but is not licensed or an actual source of mental help.

Acrobatic: To keep in shape and for her college credit, Sasha has taken up an aerobic class. She is quite flexible and has a good sense of balance.

Weaknesses:
Strength: As she has spent more time on her arts than strength, Sasha is not very strong. She can carry her weight, but when it comes to feats of strength, she is not the first pick.

Empathic: Though she has gained a rather large control of her birthright, she is still influenced by others emotional states, which can affect her focus and motivation.

Hidden ability: Vampiric Empathy. Born as an empath, Sasha's power grew further into her hidden ability. When around others, she can passively share in the emotions of others, while coming into direct contact can completely drain the target of their most prominent emotion and make it her own. Those drained tend to feel a bout of apathy and lack of emotions depending on the contact.

Element: Electricity. Sasha can create and hold electricity in her hands, though large doses will still leave her numb. A bolt of lightning can still kill her depending on how it hits her.

Bio: Sasha was born to two loving yet distant parents, one a doctor and the other a scientist at a biological lab for medicine. She spent most of her time with a hired nanny, and her weekends with her family. Her father was first to notice she was different, as he had been following all the guides of her growth. He poured over text books and guides on her growth. It's where he figured out and began to study on her emotional changes, along with what he believed had caused it.

She went through a private schooling and given plenty of advances in life, her parents helping pay for her schooling and any events she wanted. Despite her raising and grades in school, she gravitated towards the arts, enjoying immensely being able to relax and paint, finding her works brought joy to people who appreciated her art. Even though her parents were supportive of her choice in carrier, she knew they were disappointed in her choices.

Wanting to keep her family happy, she chose to compromise and go to college, despite her desires to become a freelance artists working on commission. She chose photography knowing that several jobs would open up for her in that field while also exploring other various categories of art.

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Spoiler: Shaun O'Keppe 

Name: Shaun O’keppe
Age: 48
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Shaun is an old man of the road, having spent a decent amount of it traveling around the cities and lands having its effect on him. His skin has wrinkles and scars from his job, tanned like old leather and well aged. Standing at 5’9, Shaun is an imposing figure and wears it with pride when he does. His normal outfit resides in just a flannel shirt and pair of blue jeans, though the strangest piece is a dark brown duster that he likes to wear because it looks fashionable, and is easier to hide things.

His appearance does prove his laziness, as his hair is rather shaggy, a dark brown with flecks of grey lined though, with a short beard that he shaves at some times, mainly just above stubble. He does pride in keeping himself somewhat kempt, though mainly for his own comfort. The most striking part of him is his green eyes, more full of life than his appearance or personality would normally show.

Race:Human
Job: Monster Hunter

Racial Skills and Abilities:

Talisman Crafter: As a way to hunt monsters, Shaun has had to learn several different talismans to counter and defeat several monsters, which time has helped hone this skill.

Lucky Bastard?: While still very mortal, trial by fire has helped hardened Shaun, along with proving him a very hard person to keep down for long. He claims it to be purely luck, though others call it a curse of the heavens.


Normal Skills and Abilities:

Gunman: While not a well trained rifleman, Shaun has plenty of experience with firearms and practices daily with his guns to keep up on his skills. They have come to save his life more than several times over.

Poultice producer: Shaun has taken time to learn and use different enhancement and healing salves while fighting the creatures that go bump in the night.

Avid Reader: Shaun has taken time to read and learn different languages in the world, though he has not practiced speaking them other than what he needed for work.

Blade user: Not as avidly practiced as the weapons, Shaun has some skill with a bladed weapon, at least enough to keep himself from getting stabbed or beheaded.


Weapons
Lucy: A combat shotgun that was his first and favorite weapon, with a collapsible stock and removable lightsource. He has been able to craft several different types of ammo for dealing with different types of monsters that he has fought, but still favors the slug when fighting.

Henrietta: A long barrel sig sauer with a green laser sight for assistance aiming. His standard weapon and the one he carries the most ammo for due to ease of loading the rounds needed.

Combat dagger: A simple dagger to deal with more close combat and guard against creatures with claws and enemies with blades themselves

Armor: Though not armor per say, Shaun does own and wear a kevlar vest beneath his normal shirt, despite how uncomfortable it is.

Equipment:
3 different mags of unique ammo for Henrietta and Lucy
Paper and blood ink for Talisman craft
Whet stone
Tote Bag with med kit
Flask with holy water
Picture of his wife

Personality: Shaun is a bit of a wildcard when it comes to personality. While he seems withdrawn and quiet, wishing mainly to remain alone. He walks around with a chip on his shoulder and a cold air around him. When it comes to fighting with people, he seems to spring alive, as though a flame sparked in his life. He becomes reckless and energetic, throwing himself heartily into the fray, ignoring the more dangerous damage and fighting. When it comes to working with people, he is much kinder than most would ever expect from him, and helpful for those who come seeking it.

Likes:
Flowers
Spring Breeze
Strong coffee
football


Dislikes:
Rainy days
Alcohol
Gas prices
Salt

Background:
A Long Night
After coming to terms with the loss of his wife and daughter, Shaun had taken to trying his best to reform his life and make amends for the way he treated his daughter and other people. Even then though, Fate had different ideas for him, and while life got more terrible, he knew something was behind it.

He soon found himself on the ends of mysterious and strange circumstances that kept making his life miserable and rough, despite the good he did. In an act of desperation, he went to see a gypsy woman, who ended up revealing that there was a ghost that was feeding off his guilt and misfortune. She helped him get rid of the strange beast, only for her to realize that more followed him, attracted by his guilt that weighed heavily on his soul. She prayed for him to find some solace in his life, but he took it as another meaning. He figured this as a chance to repent for his soul, by killing these monsters and hoping to ease his goal.

With that, Shaun began researching and learning all that he could to fight these monsters, to hopefully do enough to save his soul. He spent several years in tough scrapes and near death moments, but his dumb luck has managed to keep himself alive and learn more on how to fight to survive and thrive in this job.

Along the way he has met others and learned that he wasn’t alone in this hunt, and has learned from others in the same line as him, which he has made his own in hopes that he would either repent his soul of the damned, or die fighting to save a life.

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Spoiler: Tellos the Wise 

Name: Tellos the wise
Age: 28
Gender: male
Role: Chief of the blueeye clan

Clan: Blueeye
Element: body
Abilities:

1: Inner mind. A skill taught to all members of the blueeye clan. This allows him to read the thoughts and emotions of others and dinos, though due to his element, his is very weak. The best he can use it for us communicating with dinos or other members of the Blueeye clan.

2: Consume: as his mana is based he can cast illusions that affect the opponents body. This one allows him to confuse the nerve receptors just under the person's skin, tricking it into feeling different things, such as cold, heat, irritation, tearing, drying out, etc.

3: Commune: this allows him to trick the opponents body into releasing different chemicals to cause the opponent to ever different states of emotions, though currently they can only match his own current feelings.

Secondary element: Dark
Ability: Phantom limb: his strongest ability, this allows him to force the opponents body to mimic his own, though eye contact must be remained fit the duration of the effect (not including blinking).

Appearance: Tellos stands at a large 6’2” and weighs a decent 162lbs. His hair is short in the front and tied into a ponytail that reaches down to between his shoulders. A decent light brown color compliments his decently tan skin. His face shows wear from the elements and daily training. The strangest draw is that his eyes are different colors from each other. His left is a sharp blue color with some green flecks while his right is a deep green with hazelnut mixed in.

His body is rather well muscled, though this is due to his clan training, so he doesn't have very defined muscles. His arms both shows some cuts and scrapes, though nothing major. His legs are the same. As Chief, he has a rather detailed eye in the center of his chest.

His outfit consists of a simple pair of breechs with a yew string threaded inside it. A cloak adorns his top with simple bone clasps to keep it closed if need be. On his feet are a pair of boots with stone heels that are an inch thick to help with better terrain.

Weapons: a mahogany quarter staff, a simple yew bow, and a satchel of various poisons.

Armor: Tellos doesn't wear much armor, though he does have a thick suit of hide for three occasion.

Special gear: a necklace with a clear cut blue gem threaded into it. The gem is looped into the necklace to look like an eye.

Combat skills:
Expert staff fighter
Proficient Archer
Poison specialist

Mundane skills:
Decent artist
Trained herbologist
Expert rider

Dino Flight
https://www.dinochecker.com/dinosaurs/AUSTRALOVENATOR
Mana cannon: no
Armor/gear: a simple leather saddle for light weight travel.

Fast of flight: the Australovenator is known as one of the faster land dinos, dubbed to cheetah of the dinosaur era.

Strong minded: through years of training with Tellos, this Dino has a sharpened mind, giving it a higher resistance to mental magics.

Personality: Strong and well spoken, Tellos stands as a symbol of his clan. He is careful in his words, yet will speak the truth for those who need to hear it. He keeps a calm demeanor in all of his words and actions, knowing that his actions carry weight to them for his clan. Some would call him a comforting rock.

To those he is close to, he is loving and energetic. He is one for good times and foolish moments, though still conducts himself well. Though plenty of his friends do say that he is rather bad at telling and understanding jokes.

History: Tellos was born with a very restricted mind, unable to escape his own mental binds. Though weak in the ability to move past his own mind, he was adept at learning the human body, learning to walk at the age of 1.5 years. At the age of 3 he was even fully able to articulate his words, though with a limited vocabulary.

Finding himself on the lower scale of intellect with his fellow students, he became outclassed and left behind. At the age of 8 he ran from home, not wanting to disgrace his family for being too weak.

The forests were harsh, the temperatures almost always changing, forcing him to strengthen his mind and body against the elements. It was at the age of 10 that he first learned how to use his magic to affect the nerves in one's body, allowing him to ignore the pains and trials of the forest, if only in his mind.

2 years after training, he returned to his village, ready to prove his new skill, along with to become a man of the clan. He was welcomed with hesitation and polite words, though very few seemed willing to greet him happily. He trained with them, having to also take time to strengthen his body as he found it his strength to his skill.

He slowly strengthened his skill, even becoming able to pass his emotional state onto others, having learned this while helping his clan tame and defeat dinos that came their way, including his own Dino.

At the age of 20 though, two years into the occupation of the skorne, tragedy befell the clan. Their Chief and his sons died in battle, leaving them withouta leader as their tribe slowly died out, unable to defend themselves well against the skorne.

Tellos was the first to step up, lending his voice to bring them to shelter, to finally survive the harsh underground. Many distrusted him, but few could offer any other idea than to forsake their lands and hide.

And so, for 6 years his clan hid, defending and training to become strong and able in the fight. They finally emerged, lending their strength and skills to the fight. While his clan is small, they are more than willing to take on the invaders.

Other: “Chief Tellos the wise, a horde of stegosaurus are heading to the gates.” A member of the scouts spoke, a worried look on his face. Turning to the sleeping forum of his wife, Tellos nodded and grabbed his staff and headed out, feeling the cold brisk morning air against his chest. He followed the men outside, anyway hearing the pounding feet coming from the gates, 3 by the sounds of it.

“Any wounded? Are they defending or attacking? “ Tellos asked quietly, his feet crunching on the frosted grass. The man conversed quickly, they had aggrivated then while hunting for food. A sigh escaped the man as he headed towards the gate, already working on calming his center until they made it to the entrance.

“We shall eat well tonight. Though we take only one. Two is a waste of food.” Tellos told the man as they stopped at the cliff edge, the stegosaurus horde just below them, arrows sticking out of their sides.

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Spoiler: Jack Cadere The Hallowed child 

Name: Jack Cadere
Age: 14
Gender(m/f): Male
Appearance(pic and description): Like his mother, the boy stands at a decent 5’2 and a shocking 115 pounds. His skin is peach in color, though some say he is has a mild tan with the right lighting. His hair is a mixture of golden brown with a few red streaks, which has a short spiked style to it. His eyes match with an hazel coloring with gold flecks mixed within. His usual outfit consists of a pair of ragged jeans and a buttoned up white shirt over it all he wears a long black trench coat.



Race: A Hallowed Child, because of his parents the Pumpkin King and Autumn Queen. Most hallow children rate in the god class levels later on in life due to their parents being the spiritual representation of the Seasons and Holidays.

Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4)
Herbologist- As a child of the autumn spirit, Jack has a natural green thumb when it comes to most plant life, able to help grow the plants of the autumn season.

Child of the Autumn Queen: A skill rarely used, this racial skill turns him ghost like, able to pass through physical objects with ease, though is prevented from using other forms of magic while moving about. This form does allow him to move and control physical objects

Child of the Pumpkin King: A skill more commonly used, this skill allows him to take a spiritual form, turning him more skeletal and a change in outfit. Unable to use any physical skills, he can use his magic to manifest nightmares and terrifying images to scare others.

Photopotency: Like his father Jack gains abilities when exposed to certain colors of light. Though being young he only has two. He gains enhanced strength when exposed to Yellow Light, and Shape Shifting when exposed to Blacklight.


Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5)
Baker- He has spent a good deal of time learning how to cook several different styles of desserts and meals, all of them themed after the autumn season.

Magician: He has been trained in several types of magic, a large portion of them fire based.

Jester: Spending time around his father has helped him grow a fondness and skill in pranks and practical jokes.

Effects Artist: Tying in with his skills as a Magician, Jack has a working skillset in setting up practical and special effects to rig up his shows and jokes


Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons):
Lantern: Based upon his father, the lantern is a source of fire that he can call upon to either light his way or burn his foes. It takes an old style look with a metal loop and oil canister used to keep it lit. The color inside the flames can change at his whim.


Personality: While a jester at heart, Jack is still very much a child, and can come across as impatient and immature. He tends to act somewhat selfish and demanding, despite the temperance his parents have tried to place on him about his great power. Used to the respect and festivities of his father's holiday and the love of his mother's season. But also due to his parents’ power and their reputation Jack tries to live up to the expectations they and others place on him. It tends to make him easily discouraged and angry at the same time.

Likes:
Fall
Halloween
Pumpkins


Dislikes:
Spring
Water
Ice.



Background: Young Jack was conceived in a single night when the walls between separate realms of the spirit world were brought down to give two souls their deepest desires. Companionship, and from that single night the Hallowed Child known as Jack was created.
He was a gift, and a symbol of their love, but because of the nature of his parents existence he has never seen them together. Nature may be a cruel mistress at times, but she does know some mercy because once a year on the anniversary of his parents meetings she weakens the walls just enough for Jack to go between the Eternal Pumpkin Patch and the Autumn woods. But once he has crossed the boundaries he is unable to cross back over until next year. In those years he was taught many things about his lineage and what being the son of The Pumpkin King and Autumn Queen meant. He learned well and showed an expected predisposition towards mischief. But as he grew older and he watched his cousins the other Hallowed Children go off into the mortal world to learn about the people who celebrate their parents young Jack wished to join them.
Ivana daughter of the Knight of the North Wind and the Maiden of Yule, Malachi son of Spring and vernal equinox, and Ruby daughter of Summer and the Summer Solstice were the only friends he knew and with them gone he would be alone. So upon the eve of his 11th birthday he talked his parents into letting him go to school with the others. It took some convincing, but they let him go. Sadly he was sent to a different school than the rest of them. And being the only one of his kind in the school, he was subject to many troubles. Bullied because of his interests and size and unable to really defend himself because he was a G Class creature which meant he could wipe out an entire school campus in a day if he wanted, but Laws of Nature were very strict on beings like him using their powers. He suffered through this for two years before he was old enough to transfer to St. Lorelai’s Academy. He met up with his cousins, but their experiences were much different from his own. Ivana was the Queen Bee, Malachi was the Renaissance Man, and Ruby was the sports star. Which left Jack the clown and outcast, many would think because he was the Prince of Halloween the Goths and Punks would welcome him, but he didn’t even fit that stereotype. He was too chipper and fun-loving. So as a boy without a county Jack dug himself into things like Magic and Pranks, getting back at those who hurt him without using his actual power.
But he was still mostly alone sure his cousins ate lunch with him and hung out sometimes, but they had their own lives and friends to be with as well. So now at the tender age of 14 young Jack spends most of his time alone and planning out how to honor his parents. But with the arrival of a fellow outcast in the form of an older girl named Nuri, Jack Cadere is spending his time watching her and waiting for his chance to make her acquaintance.

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Spoiler: Aurlien Fae'lirn 

Name: Aurilen Fae’lirn
Rank: Sergeant of the Mage Court, Third daughter of the Commander Sentar, second son of Lord General Margus.
Race: Dark elf.
Nationality: I’sand Guar, militant capital of i’Shâd’ür
Age: 34, though she appears to be 18.

Appearance: Aurilen stands at a rather shy 5’7” in height, rather common in her race. Her skin is a deep onyx color, a spreading of white freckles across her skin. Her eyes glow with a menacing yet alluring ruby red color, black pupils darkening the color a shade. Her skin is as smooth as the stone most people draw her color to. Her canine teeth have grown into sharp points from the corruption coursing through her. This though is the only sign of her change, a small one compared to the others. Her earrings is pierced with gold, two on the right, and one on the left, a sign of her family ranking. She has long silver hair, braided down the center with a set of double hair loops to represent her status of unmarried. She has a rather alluring set of D-cup breasts, though keeps them wrapped, thus reducing her to a C-cup.

Her usual outfits are a tight fitting tunic emblazoned with her family crest on her right breast, that of a raven resting on the hilt of a sword with a wreath of thorns around it. The crest can be hidden by pulling on the shoulder, allowing an overlay of the tunic to come down and button to her waist. The tunic is dyed and styled with a deep red and silver trim, a more subdued color scheme than most of her rank. Matching this, she has a pair of brown breeches made of a sturdier leather. The only part of her regular armor she keeps on her is a pair of metal backed gloves, made of steel with an overlay of onyx. Traces of gold can be seen highlighting the ridges along it. Her boots are a simple leather with a fur inside for comfort and warmth.

Over all of this, she wears a simple cloth cloak for travel, to help keep her warm. For non military or days off, she wears a modest blouse that frills at the end, a matching long skirt that stops just short of her ankles. It is the most feminine article of clothing she allows herself, being a respected member of the military.

Weapons:


Mage Staff- A simple wooden staff that comes at a full 6’ in height. Made of a seasoned and burned mahogany, the staff was made for agility and channeling strikes, allowing her to keep a distance from her foes while also using her magic.

Mage Staff Augment: Using a focused magic of earth and water, she can pull the steel from her gauntlets and form an axe head on her staff, turning it into a poleax for more damaging and more effective lunges.

Pistol holdout: A small pistol that she keeps hidden away on her body, rather well hidden through a combination of magic and knowledge of her body. It holds at max 24 bullets, along with a second clip of armor piercing bullets. These are kept hidden in the ties of her hair, looking like a set of metal clips to keep her hair in place.

Creeds: Aurilen follows 3 simple creeds, and will never compromise herself on these unless she wishes to bring shame to her family.

“None shall be left on the field, whether dead or alive, for each warrior deserves a warriors send off.” Under this creed, Aurilen will do her best to make sure all of her squad or those of others make it off the field, whether dead or alive.

“None shall be at fault except for those that have failed to prepare.” A strange sounding creed, but one she holds fast. If tasked with a mission, she will see it through to the end until ordered otherwise. If the mission fails, she will hold those responsible to their actions, along with a personal failure, for not having made sure that everyone was ready for the mission.

“Authority is followed, but respect is earned.” Aurilen will follow those of whom are higher rank and station then her, but she will not show respect to those who have not earned it.

Personality: Aurilen to her truth, is a soldier through and through, though not at the same time. She is trustworthy and stern to those who are under her command, pushing for the best that they have. She holds all to the same standard, and approaches each meeting like a military exchange, remaining formal and civil throughout.

On the flipside, Aurilen is rather good with her emotions and political tongue. Growing up in a position of note, Aurilen had to learn quick how to gauge reactions of others and respond in appropriate kind, along with allowing the right emotions to play across her face without giving herself away. The few times she has broken protocol has been to quiet the rabble of those who wish to give up their chosen roles.

Skills and talents:

Combat talents
Aurilen is a talented fighter and well versed in the use of a poleax and staff, practicing well. While no where near a master of the two, she can hold her own in a fight for some time, having adapted her own militant style for magic and physical strength.
Aurilen is skilled with close combat, but only for quick and decisive strikes to incapacitate others. If put in a real fight with one trained in close combat, she would not stand long against them.
Aurilen is a modest shot with a pistol, having learned only at the request of others.

Magical Talents
As a Sergeant of the Mage Court, Aurilen is skilled at using magic. She began her studies of magic at the age of 14, the lowest starting age seen in the military for the mage courts. She took to fire and Wind quickly, though earth was challenging for her, and she has the bare minimum use of water.

Banes:

Fighting style- Built around quick and decisive blows, Aurilen’s fighting style was not built around prolonged fights. While strong with magic and said strikes, Aurilen is not one for long winded fights, with a slightly below average stamina for fighting.

Pride- With her noble family rank Aurilen holds herself to her pride, even if that would get her in trouble otherwise. This has caused her to suffer corporal punishment at her actions or brash words.

Biography: Aurilen was born as the third daughter to the second son of the Lord General. This meant that she was designed for two roles. To either marry into the royal family that ruled over the commoners, or become a member of the military. Disliking the noble class, she had decided on the military. She took part in her siblings practice, borrowing a bow staff for her own practice use.

At the age of 12, she took her first try at magic, as was standard for those who wish to enter the academy. With her skill of magic, she was set along that path, clearing the academy a full year early, in part to her skill, and a good part due to her heritage. So at the age of 14, she was drafted into the mage court.

Aurilen, along with the rest of her recruits, went through hell as they studied the arts of power, and even learning the dark arts of daemonic casting and even using their hidden power, both as a sign of their skill, and to show their devotion to their lineage and their fight. While minute, Aurilen was marked in her own way, in the shape of her now canine teeth.

At the age of 16, she was drafted finally into the army, to fight and support those who she had trained and grew up in. On the field though, is where she excelled. Never one of the top students in school, Aurilen was a huge asset in the field, losing very few of her squad, and making sure even the last man got out, regardless of her own personal injury. She was, without a doubt, the perfect soldier.

It was decided then, upon her 33 birthday, that in one years time she would be sent above ground on a special assignment by the Lord General Margus.

RP Sample

The sun was something that she would never get used to. A massive burning star in the sky, she was nearly blind for the first 3 days above ground. Even after leaving, she stayed near the rift, having to climb the steep cliff to avoid guards that covered her homeland. The air felt thin and cold, a strange and foreign concept to her that had her hiding within the caves of the mountain range that she had come from.

Aurilen shivered in the cold as she huddled closer to the fire, a meager wisp of smoke the only sign of warmth that trailed thinly into the air above her. The letter tucked inside her tunic would have provided better warmth than the few sticks and twigs she had managed to find on the cold frozen landscape of the world's crown. Getting up here was hard, now even harder would be to bypass the dwarves of Draguzar as she made her way out. She didn’t know how long it would take, but she had to make it to the meeting of the worlds kingdom, news that had managed to reach their ears from the Dragari.

“Lord General Margus .. I won’t fail.” Aurilen said as she stared down at the letter, giving a long sigh and watching her breath curl up in thick steam. It was odd to see, her homeland constantly warmed around her that such a cold was unknown to her. She was given this missive and mission, told not to let it fall into anyones hand other than those who would be able to support them. She knew being spotted would get her killed, but the risk was worth it.

“Tomorrow, I move out, once the sun has set, until I can see in the light.” Aurilen said as she pulled the cloak closer to her body, huddling close to the fire for warmth as she managed to drift to sleep, finding miniscule warmth in the fire and cloak. It was going to be a long mission.

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Spoiler: Derrik Thalms 

Name: Derrik Thalms
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Card: Dreamweaver
Human Looks(pic and description):
Derrik
Derrik is known for his good looks and appearance. Lanky and thin, Derrik resides at 6’ even, and comes in at a surprising 153 lbs on a standard day. With a rather round and smooth face, Derrik doesn’t seem to be much of a physically focused person, caring little for his muscle strength and more so his job. He lacks true muscle definition, his body strong, but just slightly above average after having lugged around heavy cameras before for part of his job. His air, while rather thick, is kept rather shaggy and loose, a simple comb run through each morning to keep it from sticking out at odd angles.

His clothing reflects the same with his personality. Not much for how others treat him yet still wanting to appear appealing, Derrik usually sports a black and white combo with a vest replacing the standard suit jacket. He dresses for success and appearance, yet doesn’t doesn’t bother with keeping neat, as he knows that his skill will speak for the mild amount of scruffy he brings with his look.
Transformed Looks(pic and description):
Transformed
In his new appearance, Derrik looks like he has basically become compressed into a smaller form.

As he has shifted to his Transformed look, he now is a much shorter build at only 5’3”, and weighing in at 110 lbs. His previous scruffy black hair has now become a silver-white color that has thinned a small amount, allowing it to flow more freely. His once dark brown eyes have changed into a vivid red, nestled beneath much thinner eyebrows and eyelashes. His nose has shrunken down and gained more of a point to it.

Derriks scruffy yet professional outfit has now been replaced with a lavender button down shirt, a size larger than normal than him. He also now sports a black trench coat that ties at his waist with a black silk rope. Along with those, he wears a matching set of black pants and leather dress shoes, which manage to stay rather well clean.

Equipment: Derrik while normal keeps a pack of cigarettes on him at all times, along with a small leather bound notebook and pen. He also carries around a zippo lighter that has a dragon on the front of it.

Card Weapons:
Sleeper Pipe
Filled with a special chemical compound, this pipe allows him to release a strong sleeping gas from around him, and will grow steadily over time. The effect weakens the further away you are from the source and only has a meager 7’ radius from his body.
Cudgel
A simple cudgel with a handle made of blackened mahogany around a steel rod, with a large brass bulb on the end. A simple bludgeoning tool.
Card Armor: Derrik does not wear armor.

Personality: At a young age, Derrik was diagnosed with a severe case of APD, antisocial disorder, more commonly known as sociopathy. He spent a few years on medication, though it did very little other than give him headaches and rarely had any effect on his disorder. As such, Derrik approaches everything with a cold and calculating logical standpoint, even if others might find it morally wrong. Any connection he forms with others has mostly been done for personal gain, or enough of a logical reason to be beneficial to him in some way shape or form.

Bio:
Born to a rich and posh family of englishmen, Derrik grew up with little need for money or wants. Though, as he grew, his parents found he had a hard time making friends, and was not reaching certain emotional milestones when growing up. Worried about a mental stop, he was taken to a doctors and found that he had APD, which both worried, and relieved his parents.

After finding out his mental problems, his parents quickly placed him into a private school along with starting him on medication to help him. While lacking social skills and constant demerits, he kept himself at the top of the class, easily becoming one of the top students in the school, and president of several academic programs. These took him into his middle school years, where; to his parents delight; began to build a circle of friends.

Though his middle school friends, he began a leader of a well known group of people, known either for their intelligence, physical prowess, or controversial ideas, which got him both praise and disapproval. He cared little, finding a drive in journalism and writing, fascinated by the reactions of others. He followed this path, learning social skills slowly by studying those around him, their reactions a myriad of different types due to the assortment of people with him.

After finishing school, he started in college, going after a masters in Journalism and did what he could to excel, with little regard to who he had to use or hurt in his progress. He currently works with the big name news company, though due his his looks, he works with the more pleasant and friendly stories.

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Other:
“... Lets hope this one brings as many thrills and fun as last years. Until then, back to you Jeb.” Derrik spoke, a large smile on his face. He held it, watching the red light blinking on the camera before it shut off, giving him the cue to lower the mic and his smile to droop.

“Thank you for your input, you’re done now.” Derrik spoke to the carnival runner, the man a bit shocked by the abrupt change in vocals. He was even more thrown when Derrik began to head away, following the more chatty cameraman towards their van.

“Hey wait … what’s going…”

“You had your fifteen minutes, and we no longer need to hold an interview. If I need you again, I know where to find you.” Derrik spoke to the man, no inflection in his voice as he stared down the man. The carnival runner let out a shudder before backing off some, feeling suddenly on edge.

“Wha … did I say something to offend you?”

“Nope. You’re good. We’re just done for now, so we’ll catch up with you later.” Derrik spoke, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, the cheery red glow a contrast to his rather apathetic look. Derrik gave another quick shrug before heading back to the van.

“Hey… don’t worry, you did great. He’s … just not big on showing emotions … of any sorts.” The cameraman said to the ownder, patting the man on the shoulder before heading off, leaving the owner rather bewildered at what had just transpired.

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Spoiler: Devin Cuolier 

Name – Devin Cuolier
Age – 14
Gender – Male

Appearance - https://i230.photobucket.com/albums/...punkWorker.jpg

Personality- Devin is an energetic guy, always found with some type of machine in his hand, usually in parts or being reconstructed. When not working with some type of machine, he is usually found doodling on a scratch sheet of paper, or reading books. He also practices fighting to a slightly extent, to keep his body in shape, viewing himself as a fully functioning machine.

He is at times though forgetful when focused on objects. He will usually forget to eat or sleep when working on personal projects, which has caused him to have very little developed social skills when interacting with others. Most of the time, he just falls asleep next to the machine he might be working on, so he has trained himself to turn off machines in his sleep on instinct.

Legacy of Insight

Name: The Legacy of Insight
Abilities: This legacy allows you to understand the inner workings of the people around you I.E, telepathy.
Cost: You will lose the ability to hear thoughts and sounds if you use this ability more than 13 times

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Spoiler: Evera Wsyer 

-Name: Evera Wsyer
-Race: half human, half faerie
-Gender: Female
-Age: 12

-Appearance: Evana has a light tan to her body while she is human, and stands at 4’9” at full height. She weight 90lbs and has a lithe build. She has tight muscles in her legs and a slight build in her shoulder blades. She had small feet, only a size 6 womans, and has small hands. She also has a simple tail at 2’3” and wraps around her waist like a belt. The tail is covered in a fine see through hair that ends in a white tuff at the end of her tail. She has red hair that goes to the small of her back and is pulled in a simple braid. Her eyes are vivid emerald eyes. Her ears are pointed at the ends

Attire – She wears a simple white blouse and blue shorts that end just below her knees. She wears a necklace made of vines that come to a small emerald at the base of her neckline. A bracelet on her left arm is made of sterling silver that latches at the back. A blue sapphire is embedded in the center of the bracelet. She wears a pair of sandals on her feet, with straps on the back.


-First Impression: At first glance she looks like a lost happy girl. She also gives the appearance of being shy and easily frightened, but most of that is attributed to her height and clothes that she wears.

-Personality: Evera is a sweet girl, yet sometimes devious in her own ways, enjoying making people seem flabbergasted by what she would say or do. She also seems somewhat naïve, most of that attributed to her being half faerie. She can be made to blush very easily, due to her young age. She is also very friendly, happily meeting up with new people and helping others when not even asked.

-Weapon: The blue gem on the silver bracelet on her arm allows her to summon a simple vine whip. This whip is made out of poison ivy and imbued with magic to make it more resilient to fire and slightlty stronger, enough to leave welts. The whip is 6 feet long fully uncurled, and the hilt of the whip is separated by a rose petal crossguard.

-Magic: Evera utilizes a special combination of magic, her father being a mage and her mother being a faerie. She commands the elements of ice, wind, and light. As well, she has two sets of spells, one while human, and the other while in pixie mode


-Name – Daze
- Target – Opponent
-Drain – low
-Element – Light/wind
- Casting procedure – giving a quick chant, a glittering ball forms around her fist
- Effect – the spell is launched at the target. Before hitting the target, it explodes in separate flashes of jarring light and sound, throwing off peoples two most used senses
-Counter – close your eyes and cover your ears

-Name – Haunted call of the moon
- Target – AOE
- Drain – High
-Element - Ice
- Casting procedure – Evera clasps her hands together and begins a chant, causing a 5ft white circle to appear above and below the opponent. The chant takes roughly 25 seconds to complete. The chant can be ended at any time and allow her to recover her energy
- Effect – After the chant, the area inside the circle freezes into a pillar of ice, causing massive ice damage. After the pillar is complete, Evera creates an illusion of a pure white scythe, and swings it the through the pillar. The swing causes the pillar to shatter inwards on the target.
-Counter – Stop the chant or get out of the circle.

-Name – Seven stars
- Target – opponent
- Drain – low/medium
- Element – light/ice
- Casting procedure – Focusing energy into her left hand, she forms small star shaped objects in her hand.
- Effect – Conjuring up to 7 star shaped balls of ice and light, she can use these to throw them at enemies, the stars acting like shuriken.
- Counter – shatter the orbs or dodge them.

-Name – Blessed light
- Target – self or ally
- Drain – low to high
- Element – light
- Casting procedure – placing hand on damaged area and reciting a faerie prayer, each different depending on the infected area.
- Effect – this spell allows her to heal damage to other people and herself, as long as it isn’t critical damage. She cannot heal bones or mortal wounds with this spell.
-Counter – Damage the person again.

-Name – Vengeful wind
- Target – opponent or target
- Drain – medium
- Element – wind
- Casting procedure – focusing on her opponent and making a moving gesture
- Effect – A strong gust of wind is summoned to hit the target from an angle, mainly to throw them off balance or move objects into the way of other people
- Counter – a shield against the wind or move around the object

-Name – Ice wall
- Target – 5ft dome around body
- Drain – low – high
-Element – ice
- Casting procedure – placing both hands on the ground
- Effect – A dome of solid ice surround her body, deflecting spells or attacks from hurting her. The strength of the barrier depends on the amount of energy used to create the dome
- Counter – fire spell or break the barrier



-Name – Morph
-Target – self
-Drain – medium
-Element – [none]
- Casting procedure – placing her hand on the necklace emerald and focusing on it
- Effect- Using morph, she can shrink herself to about 1/4th her normal size, as well going a pair of wins akin to butterfly wings
-Counter – Block her magic or keep her hands away from the stone

-PIXIE-
These spells are only usable while she is in her pixie morph mode

-Name – Vengeful light
- Target – opponent
- Drain – Low
- Casting procedure – Gathering energy around both fists
- Effect – This spell creates a small glob of energy around her fist, which is then fired or used to hit the opponent. This spell does no physical damage, but drains energy from the target, but not enough to be severely impacting, but enough to be troublesome in the long run

-Name – Bullet
- Target – self
- Drain – low but constant
- Element – wind/ light
- Casting procedure – By flapping her wings rapidly, she creates a ball of light around her body while covering herself in wind
- Effect – this spell increases her already fast speed to where she is seen as a streak of light. While like this, she can maneuver around objects while becoming incredibly hard to capture. As well, she can use this to attack her opponents, the attack acting like a bee sting.
- Counter – High gust of wind, or shield against it.

-Name – dagger
- Target – self
- Drain – low
- Element – ice
- Casting procedure – focusing on her hand while making the same gripping motion one would make while holding a dagger.
- Effect – Using her ice magic, she creates a small ice dagger in her hand proportiate to her size. To a normal human, it is nothing more than a needle, yet the dagger can still cut through skin.
-Counter – Heat spell to destroy the dagger, or break it


-Skills: Evera is a decent cook, able to add some spice and flare to even bland dishes using materials around her. She as well knows how to tune and play a flute to good degree, using this skill to keep herself and others calm and collected

-Strengths: Everas greatest strength is her speed, her light weight and race allowing her to move more fluidly then normal humans. She can top out at 20 mph when running full stink, yet can jog at an easy pace of 15 mph for a good hour or more if she pushed herself. She also has good reflexes and is quite flexible. She can move out of the way of most objects and move through obstacles that most would consider impassible. Evera’s fingers are double jointed.

-Weaknesses: She has very little strength to her name, as well as very little defense. She cannot take very many hits before being knocked out, a single punch would leave her winded. The strongest she could hit a person would be akin to a slap.

-Quick History: Born to a faerie mother and a mage father, Evera was destined to be gifted with decent magic and very little strength. She lived in a small fishing village blocked off by a dense forest, where she and her parents practiced their magic together. One day, while practicing her pixie morph spell, a strong gust took hold of her, carrying her far away from her farm land. With no way to know how to get home, she started to fend for herself, having very little time to practice her magic and spending most of her time foraging for food and trying to find a way back to her home.

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Spoiler: Azoca 

Name: Azoca
Age: 23
Race: Human

Gender: Male
P.o.B: Kirk well
Side: Magi of the Circle

Class: Mage
Specialization: Force Mage

Skills:
Sleight of hand: Having been the bottom rung of the apprentices, Azoca had to learn to be stealthy to survive and thrive in training.

MinMax: Though Azoca has a much higher connection and draw of the fade, he struggles with learning and learning knowledge and practical skills.

Minor chef: Despite his appearance and lack of learning, Azoca has a real talent with cooking. He enjoys trying and making new treats and dishes for people to try.

Spell
Makers hammer: summoning a visual hammer he can strike opponents in a large area in a distance, causing opponents outside the strike range to be faxed if caught unaware.

Pull of the Abyss: Summoning a ripple in the air, Azoca can draw opponents into a central area for a few minutes. This has a range of 10 feet from the center to draw in opponents.

Appearance: Azoca is a rather decently built man, though stands at 5'5" upright. His studies at the Kirkwell tower have left him mostly unscarred and fair skinned. His hair is a soft brown that is cropped close to his head and left messy from waking up. His eyes are a strange deep red coloring, some that people connect with his magic. Most people judge him younger due to his height and slim build.


Weapons:
Acolyte staff- a trademark staff given to all mages that pass the harrowing, this is the basic staff before the mage crafts or find their own. The blades on top are made of a mixture of steel and silverlite for fighting darkspawn. The staff has a red gem in the center that allows him to shoot off balls of energy meant to stun opponents.

Armor: Like most mages, Azoca wears light armor. Woven leather clothes made for ease of movement and to resist magic and blunt strikes.

Equipment: a fire starting kit, 4 healing and Mana potions, several dried pouches of seasoning, a water flask, and spare rope.

Runes
Journeyman fire rune: A rune he had added to the staff, giving it a fire attribute to blunt attack, along with changing the energy ball to fire. This only adds a minor bit of fire damage.

Novice Immunity Rune: Inscribed into his cloak, this rune gives a small defence to the elements, whether magical or natural.


Personality: Azoca is a young and energetic man, always driven to prove his skills and powers. Ready to show that he is reliable, working to overcome his own shortcomings to show that he is worth the time and energy. This does tend to leave him over his head with his own self created problems. He tends to try and solve them himself, though is willing to accept help for others. He does have a more rash side that tends to act first before thinking things through properly. Despite his more brash and energetic outwards personality, it comes from a good heart. He wishes mainly to help others.


History: Azoca was born to a well off family, not in any nobility, but enough to be above the rabble and not want much in life. His peace didn’t last long when he began showing magic at a young age, even more so as he nearly burnt down his family's summer home. The templars were quick to take him to be trained to control his magical powers, though it led to some minor disappointment.

Despite Azoca’s impressive mana, his talent and skill with magic were extremely low, making his training much more intensive than the other apprentices. Most of the other students took advantage of this, marking him as the outcast despite his likeable personality and eagerness to train. He went through several different master mages to help train him up, as very few could manage to train him in any magic.

Regardless of the struggles he had gone through, Azoca managed to make it through training and pass the harrowing with just enough time to avoid getting killed by the templars. Not even a year later Azoca took the Joining to become a warden, hoping to get a better shot at proving himself to be the great mage he knew he would be.

Other:
“Young mage Azoca, what is the meaning of this meeting?” The elder mages questioned the youth, staring down from their meeting room. The young man took a breath, steadying his nerves and frustration. This was not a time for arrogance, despite this being the exact reason he had requested the meeting. It had taken some time to find a mage willing to side with him, and the fight longer to get the meeting was even more arduous. Working under a timeline had not been helpful to his nerves at all.

“Elders of the Orlasian mages, I have requested this meeting to be allowed to take a part of the mission across the seas.” Azoca declared in a bold voice, eyeing them the best he could, making sure his voice never wavered. Several murmurs broke out from the crowd, whispering through those few collected. He studied them, waiting to see who would make the first move. He saw the leader begin, just the slightest shuffle in his chair, a tiny creak. Before he could begin, Azoca spoke up once more.

“I know that I am still young, but I have more than enough drive and determination to take part in this mission. Already I have gone ahead and found a mage willing to let me take his place, Master Oolan, who wishes to remain behind and continue his research here.” Azoca spoke up, stepping forward and placing a hand upon his chest.

“I know several of you would rather I stay behind, that I am an unproven mage trying to get in over my head. This isn’t like the tales of Zad and the deep roads, for I will be going with the experienced and veteran Warden into the battle. I can prove myself and my own skill in this battle.” Azoca finished, looking deep into the eyes of each mage, willing them to respond in some way.

“A foolish claim child.”

“The brashness of youth clouds your mind.”

“Eagerness will only get you killed.”

“Child, you do not understand the gravity of this situation. If you truly understood the folly of Zad, you would heed the story and remain here. His only redemption from going there was pure luck that he survived the ambush. This isn’t a simple exhibition match, or training mission. This isn’t even a war.’

‘It is a slaughter mission, and one that you will not survive unscathed.” The leader, Master Jalabin spoke, staring down the boy just as hard. He looked to the youth, expecting to find his spirit waver, and falter under the truth of the situation.

“I understand that, and have come to terms with that information. I am ready to accept the fate that the maker has chosen for me. I will prove my skill and return alive.” He spoke in confidence, gripping the handle of his staff firm.

“If you go, know that we will not weep for your death, even as we honor you.” He spoke again, tempting the boy once more to break.

“I know and accept.” Azoca spoke once more, pulling himself as tall as possible, doing his best to hinder the bubbling giddiness just beneath the surface, and the nerves that were starting to nibble as his mind.

“Then… so be it. I wish you a merciful passing, and pray that your loss isn’t a burden to the others. Tell Master Oolan that we have allowed the trade.” The leader spoke with regret, his tone noting the end of the meeting for them all. Azoca bowed deep before rushing out of the room, glad he had packed a while before the trade. He would prove them wrong, and show them that can, no, will survive this mission.