Name: Call me Doc!
Age: Somewhere between 50, and 3,000
Appearance: Gray skin, red eyes, skinny, bottle glasses, unkempt long ragged black hair. Long sleeved coat.
I was born once, but now I’m not, so I’m a Crusader now, and things.
A fairly typical Forc. A bit scatter brained.
Mírfain: Arrogant fool. Why doesn’t she like me T_T.
Falron and Aldria: Odd
Hyperion: Smart fellow.
Sedems: A poor commander
Malchior: A better general
Celmin: A model Ko’ebbian EXCEPT FOR THE DEMON THING HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Rotuk: Needs to be euthanized
Pearl: Another reluctant blood mage.
Lin: Not smart with the healing.
Malaise: Pie eater
Paradox: Cruel and sadistic
Argollo: A surprisingly good King
Cupboard: A fair old halfling
Name: Mírfain Svent
Race: Half elf
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Blonde, long and straight. Usually pulled back in a low bun.
Markings: Small scar across right cheek
Attire: Colorful traveler’s garb, cloak, and a leather belt with pouches, from which hangs a preserved cabbage.
Languages: Common, Elvish
Personality: Always the showman, Mírfain keeps up an enigmatic facade, with a good natured humor and a sharp wit. She puts her comrades first. If someone needs help, she is always willing to assist. She tries to keep her spirits up as well as the spirits of those around her. However she is very vague when it comes to her personal history and will skirt around or even downright lie to questions about it. She has an open dislike for blood magic, especially when involving corpses, and will usually attempt to kill any undead on sight regardless of them being friend or foe.
Name: The Nameless Monk(Abandoned old name)
Place of Origin: Aranarth
Profession: Torn between Science and Religion, he chose to walk both paths as a monk of the Dark Spirit to help ferry souls when it is their time to die, and a healer to fix the bodies of those whose time has not yet come.
Religious views: The Dark Spirit isn’t evil, and can’t be laid to blame for the atrocities of Blood Magic. It is He who decides when it is time to die. I merely follow His will, and whether it is your time or not, I help to expedite the process.
Personality: “Cowardly” and seemingly pacifist, but he fights as well as most other warriors when the need arises.
History: Due to the nature of his very secretive past, the one known simply as “the nameless monk” decided to atone for his past and don the robes of a monk and abandon his name. While seeming shy or stand-offish, this is just a facade he learned to better avoid prying questions about his past. Conveniently, the robes hide the scars of his past life, and he almost never takes them off for this reason. Nobody even knows where he originally came from, or what he used to do. Most people guess that he was a warrior of some type by the way he holds his staff, but even that rumor is just the tip of the iceberg.
Name: Dante Achluo
Country of Membership: Kasinthia
Height: 5ft 6in
Physical Description: Dante is incredibly skinny, with pale blue eyes and pale, thin, almost white blonde hair. He’s short, shaky, and very physically weak looking. His arms are covered in scars in the shape of occult and religious symbols. He wears brown pants, dark green boots, a matching dark green shirt with a mandarin collar and a hood, plus a sleeveless brown robe and with black fingerless gloves.
Personality Description: Dante is quiet, nervous, and slightly psychotic. He enjoys dissecting dead bodies and has an unhealthy, obsessive nature over demons, which he is afraid of, but wants to learn about. He enjoys physical pain and bursts into tears whenever people try to comfort him and/or touch him physically in a benevolent manner. He’s interested in sex from a purely scientific viewpoint, but is totally asexual otherwise. He also enjoys cutting magical symbols into his arms, believing incorrectly that they make him a stronger mage and protect him from evil, harm, etc.
Languages: Common, Elvish
Name: Kieran Galonnae
Weight: doesn’t want to say.
Age: 120 years old
Country of origin: Ko’ebbe
Languages: Elvish (speaks in more formal Old Elvish) and Common
Physical Description: peach-coloured complexion, long blonde hair falling to the mid back and dark blue eyes. diminutive, even for an elf, and has a figure like an underdeveloped teenage girl. graceful, but very timid carriage. favors mixing light colours (i.e. light blue) with black and often wears a hood or cloak over her head.
Personality Description: often appears nervous or shaky. Loves magic deeply but is also terribly afraid of it. Very shy and overly formal to the point of being awkward. Kieran feels most comfortable when surrounded by snow and water. Quiet and soft-spoken, a pacifist at best. Kieran’s greatest wish is to show the Ko’ebbian people that magic can be beautiful and can help people. Very, very close to her mother, her only surviving family member. Deeply religious. Struggles immensely with body issues.
Backstory: Her father was a low-ranking politician, a Justicar, who was assassinated shortly before Kieran was born, so her mother went quite mad with grief and raised Kieran in near secrecy. After the siege of Corm’he during the Fourth War, Lady Galonnae sent Kieran to live with a very distant relative in Kasinthia for her own safekeeping. Kieran studied briefly at the Academy of Magic during her time in Kasinthia, but the demon outbreak frightened her out of complacency and spurred her to join the Crusaders.
Orelean, but “Oren” for short! It’s a childhood nickname; my sister couldn’t pronounce my name when we were younger, so that’s what she ended up calling me—and it’s just kinda stuck! It’s a pretty regal-sounding name for a poor farm boy like me, wouldn’t you say?
19—it seems like a big number, but I guess if I think about it, it’s rather small compared to the other Crusaders…
5’ 6.” I’m uh, a little on the short side for a male human, huh…?
Back on the farm, I’ve got my mother and father, and my younger sister, Sephira.
Jain Maxwell, pleasure to meet you.
Around 6′. I’m on the taller side of things.
150 lbs, last I checked.
19, though I’m about to turn 20. My birthday’s in the middle of April.
Country of origin/citizenship:
Born and raised in Bawerstrom. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ve got long black hair that I usually keep braided. I have hazel eyes. I’m rather well built, I’d say. I’m more lean than muscular, though I’ve got enough tone to help me out.
I’m laid back and easygoing. I always make little jokes, and practical jokes are the best way of getting to know someone so I tend to have those in reserve when the time calls for it. People say I’m not very serious. I’d agree with them.
For a scrappy guy like myself, I love to read. Find me a library and I won’t come out until they close. I can get into a literary debate as easily as a fight. Though literary debates that turn into fights are the best, let me tell you.
I don’t have much I’m afraid of. Adrenaline gets you through a lot, whether it’s a fight or something downright stupid. Though, I will admit, losing the ability to walk terrifies me. I don’t want to have to rely on some contraption or even another person. I never want to be that helpless.
Not much to say in this department. Grew up on my parents’ farm, went to school and played with the other kids. I learned how to fight from my older brother and my pop, while my mum taught me a bit of her healing magic. I never really had the knack for it though. I just joined the Crusaders, so that’ll be a wild ride. I can’t wait.
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