My Biographies

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Name: Kyrris Syul’Deil
Favourite Alias: Carvel Krayven
Age: 223
Species: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Nogoth 17th, 4777SR
Place of Birth: Adbyrron Forest, Erumara
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 185lb
Hair Colour: Raven black
Eye Colour: Ice blue
Additional Features: Large battle scar along the length of his right forearm
Education: Twenty years of combat training with the Clan’s weaponsmaster, years of firsthand vampire hunting, and assassination.
Preferred weapons: Taezi (Rapier) and Aius (Poniard), and Rose Hilted Throwing Knives

Family
Marital Status: Single
Mother: Asiln Syul’Deil (Deceased)
Father: Rann Syul‘Deil (Deceased)
Siblings: Sister- Saerisla(Saer) Syul‘Deil
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Kyrris wears a black leather jerkin that has a hood and has red trim on the collar. His long black cloak hides his two blades and throwing knives, there are swirling patterns in red on his shoulders and center back, with a pair of black leather greaves with similar designs on the knees and ankles. His hair is often hidden by his hood but it is usually cut to shoulder height and swept to either side of his face. Across his chest he wears a leather harness to hold his signature rose hilted throwing knives. His rapier Taezi is magically imbued to the harm the strongest vampires. Aius is enchanted to return to his hand once he says its name, should he throw or need it at short notice to defend himself. A black with red trim sheath for his trusted blade Taezi rests on his left hip, with a small matching dagger sheath on the right hip for Aius. The throwing daggers are designed to honor every elf that died on the night of his error.

Background: At age twenty Kyrris was admitted into martial training by his clan’s Elders to become a protector of his clan. Diligently Kyrris trained and completed every lesson, taking great pride in the rapid rate at which he excelled in his training. On his fortieth birthday, Kyrris became a fully fledged Defender of the Woods to the pride and joy of his family. Three years later his sister was born to his family, and Kyrris rejoiced at the arrival of his sibling taking great care to protect and guide her. On Saerisla’s ninth birthday Kyrris was on duty and would miss his sister’s birthday. His sister begged him to come to her birthday party that night at least long enough to dance with her, Kyrris could not refuse his beloved sister. That night when the moon was high in the sky, Kyrris quickly left his post to dance with his sister on her birthday, but on that same night a band of exiled vampires discovered the nomadic clan. Without Kyrris at his higher post, the vampires easily eliminated the other Defenders of the Wood that were on duty. As Kyrris danced with his sister a horrific scream tore the joyful moment asunder as the vampires descended upon the unprepared clan. Realizing his mistake, Kyrris ordered his sister to hide as he and the others attempted to repel the invaders. Many died before the elves could muster a feasible defence against the undead invaders, Kyrris parents lying amongst the dead. The survivors scattered to the wind as the brave few remaining Defenders of the Woods fought the vampires. When the sun began its ascent into the new day sky, the vampires fled into the hills leaving carnage in their wake. Roughly a quarter of Kyrris’ clan survived the night, and Kyrris’ sister survived but not unscathed. A vampire had attempted to slay her but missed the killing blow when a Defender slew the monster, the inaccurate blow scarring the left side of Saerisla’s face. The remaining Elders’ and Defenders’ easily came to the conclusion that the vampires had slipped through their normally impenetrable defences because Kyrris was not at his post, and he realized the same thing. His heart heavy with grief and guilt, Kyrris didn’t even react in the slightest when the Elders exiled him from the clan. The day he was to leave Kyrris swore on the graves of the dead that he would exact revenge against the vile vampires that slew his people and all of their vile kin. With tears in his eyes, Kyrris told his sister that he was leaving and would someday return. Ever since that day, Kyrris hunted vampires all over the world. His rash tactics though allowed the vampires to better hide themselves and their covens from the notorious vampirehunter. Forced into retirement by the vampires’ general disappearance, Kyrris became even more bitter and resentful of the world around him, and started to try his hand at assassinations. Kyrris became a legend in the dark underbelly of the world for his assassinations, and ability to avoid the wrath of the Society. Thoughts of home are rare these days and the rest of his thoughts are for hating vampires.

Personality Profile: Kyrris always seems to be angered and irritated by everyone around him. Kyrris has a deep connection with his rarely seen sister and would do anything to protect her. Kyrris uses intimidation to create reliable sources for the use of gathering information. Kyrris has a strong dislike of practitioners of any form of magical or mystical power. Despite his rash nature, Kyrris is a loyal and trustworthy individual that would honour his word until his dying breath.

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Name: Raedifinn Xaemdyr
Age: 342
Species: Drow
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Edan 13th, 4658SR
Place of Birth: House Xaemdyr, Nazzordae
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 127lb
Hair Colour: White
Eye Colour: Amber
Additional Features:
Education: Twenty-five years of education in the Nazzordae Arcane Academy, years of study, and years of firsthand experience.
Preferred weapons: Magic and dagger

Family
Marital Status: Single
Mother: Matron Cuuthael Xaemdyr
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Sisters- Tradae, Valdyr and Yovri. Brothers- Atyld, Ordonoro.
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Raedifinn wears bright purple robes with blue trim on the cuffs and on the high collar. His personal amber coloured cloak is always clasped around his neck by his family insignia brooch. The Xaemdyr Family brooch provides minor protection against magic, fire, ice and electrical attacks and allows him to levitate at will. Raedifinn enchanted his cloak to protect his back from all kinds of bladed weapons. Raedifinn has enchanted his robes to protect him from missile weapons and projectiles, it also is enchanted to make each pocket bottomless allowing him to hide personal affects, allowing him to carry any amount of equipment and allowing his belongings to be hidden until he wills the item he wishes into his pocket. He wears his adamantine dagger in plain sight on his left hip.

Background: Raedifinn Xaemdyr attended the Nazzordae Arcane Academy at twenty after displaying the necessary skills required of a magae. His natural skill with the arts allowed him to excel beyond his masters at a very young age. After his twentieth year he slew the Academy’s Arch-mage in a dual and became the undisputed leader of the Academy. He remained in power for three centuries before he foolishly threatened a Matron Mother of another noble house in the presence of all of the house‘s family members, leading to his exile and threatened execution. Raedifinn fled his long time home to the surface, and now plans to conquer the surface with his powerful magic before returning to Nazzordae to exact his revenge.

Personality Profile: Raedifinn is very vain about his appearance and is easily angered when insulted. Raedifinn loves to play word games with friend and foe alike do to his belief that he is the most intelligent being in the world. He speaks down to everyone and hates every other race of being, besides Drow.

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Name: Atlymaer Draynzar
Age: 450
Species: Human/Chosen
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Nogoth 12th, 4550SR
Place of Birth: Goldshire, Erumara
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 156 lbs
Hair Colour: chestnut/grey
Eye Colour: Green
Additional Features:
Education: fifteen years of training in the warrior-priesthood of Almeth’Lo, twenty years of firsthand combat against Ssthis’Thor cultists, four hundred years of firsthand combat experience and peaceful studying in the arcane arts.
Preferred weapons: arcane magic, priest magic, and a silver bastard sword.

Family

Marital Status: Married to Estelleme Treyvne (Deceased)
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: three sisters all deceased
Children: two daughters both deceased

Physical Appearance: Atlymaer wears a long black hooded travel robe, now that he is no longer strong enough to wear his old suit of platemail. Around his neck, Atlymaer wears a silver amulet shaped into the holy symbol of Almeth’Lo, which is the angel-winged sword. His chestnut brown and grey streaked hair has grown long and has become unkempt over the years that he has spent in solitude studying magic in his private tower. A thick and wild chestnut brown and grey beard hides his sharp facial features. Despite the growing weakness in his body, Atlymaer still wears his silver bastard sword on his belt though he can barely lift it.

Background: When Atlymaer was a young boy, he wished that he could travel the world fighting evil and protecting the innocent. A local warrior-priest of Almeth’Lo took interest in the young boy, and began to educate Atlymaer in the worship of Almeth’Lo. When Atlymaer turned fifteen, his teacher taught his how to wield a bastard sword, the holy weapon of Almeth’Lo, and taught him how to fight the vile cultists of Ssthis’Thor. For years Atlymaer battled the cultists of Ssthis’Thor, and met his wife in the line of duty, and lived a happy life with her as they battled evil together in the service of Almeth’Lo. When Atlymaer turned fifty, he and his wife decided to settle down and have a family. For fifteen years they lived in peace with their two beautiful daughters, but Ssthis’Thor’s faithful were not willing to allow his and his wife’s’ sacrilege to go unpunished. They attacked the Draynzar family home in Cavahal, but knowing that this day might come, Atlymaer and his wife Estelleme had trained their daughters how to fight. The whole family fought valiantly in the name of family and their god Almeth’Lo, but they couldn’t survive the full might of a hundred Ssthis’Thor cultists and demonic creatures from the abyss. The church of Almeth’Lo and the peacekeepers arrived too late to save Atlymaer and his family. As Atlymaer watched his family die around him, he beseeched Almeth’Lo to grant him the power to avenge them, before he was run through by five cultists. So as the peacekeepers and clergy checked the aftermath of the gruesome battle, they were shocked when an archangel of Almeth’Lo suddenly appeared in the ruined home and touched a silver glowing hand to Atlymaer’s still chest. Atlymaer then suddenly awoke screaming and writhing in pain as the silver light sealed his wounds. The angel, Sahtsienriel, explained to Atlymaer that his prayer had been granted and that he was now a chosen of Almeth’Lo. Then for the next three hundred and fifty years, Atlymaer hunted the Cultists to extinction and destroyed even religious icon of Ssthis’Thor. Atlymaer succeeded in his laborious quest, but in effect weakened his own god. Almeth’Lo’s worship was prominent for eons, but without Ssthis’Thor cultists often running rampant it allowed lesser gods of good to thrive in the gap created, causing the church of Almeth’Lo to slowly shrink. As Almeth’Lo weakened over the past hundred years, Atlymaer has grown weaker and weaker, and knows he will vanish along with his god if Almeth’Lo’s worship continues to lessen. To occupy his remaining years, Atlymaer conviced the elves of Songwood to let him magically construct a tower at its center and live, and study amongst them. As he went into solitude, Atlymaer swore that one day he would die on the fields of honor protecting innocence.

Personality Profile: Atlymaer is possessed of a noble and fiery spirit. He holds true to his firmly set morals and is loyal to his word to the end. He has quite unattached to the ideas of friendship and relationships since the death of his family, and of course the natural deaths of his former friends as he continued to live his life. Atlymaer has his mind set on finding a suitable end to his lifelong legacy.

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Name: Sahtsienriel Creistvyen
Age: 4,543
Species: Archangel
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Urime 1st, 457SR
Place of Birth: The Celestial Plane
Height: 7’ 5”
Wing Span: 14ft
Weight: Weightless
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Gold
Additional Features: None
Education: Trained by his elders in warfare and tactics since his tenth year of life, and years of first hand combat experience. Educated in every known mortal language of Erumara, and all magical aberrations’ languages, plus a knowledge of a large number of historical events in Erumara.
Preferred weapons: His celestial alloy two-handed sword and angelic magic

Family
Marital Status: Unattached
Mother: Eslime Creistvyen
Father: Narstriel Creistvyen
Siblings: None
Children: None

Physical Appearance: As an Archangel, Sahtsienriel can take any form he chooses, but prefers to appear as a handsome, long haired, clean shaven, and muscular bird-winged human. He always wears a silver breast plate made of a secret celestial alloy made by the angels, with similarly made bracers, thigh guards and shin high boots that are worn over a gray tunic and breeches. His two-handed sword also made of celestial alloy is always strapped across his winged back by a black leather harness. Sometimes he dons a silver plumed helm of angel make before battle, though he tends to discard it in battle. Sometime he appears amongst the people of Erumara wearing a cloak that covers his face and he hides his wings from sight.

Background: Sahtsienriel is a well renowned archangel of Almeth`Lo for his incredible battlefield heroics and tactics. Sahtsienriel is a veteran of the Sulfur War, the endless war between the Angels of Almeth`Lo and the demons and abyssal creatures of Ssthis`Thor. He is personally responsible for creating the battle plans and physically defeating the Archfiend Brona and his powerful lieutenants, the abyssal creatures dubbed the Apocalypse Knights. Sahtsienriel has often visited Erumara when bade to by Almeth`Lo, even once coming to Erumara to bless the paladin Atlymaer Draynzar with the powers of Almeth`Lo`s chosen. Sahtsienriel has grown concerned recently as Almeth`Lo`s power drains from the slow decline of his worship in Erumara, and so prays for a chance to return to Erumara and restore faith in his god.

Personality Profile: Sahtsienriel is the strong, but silent type: an angel of few words and many actions. Regardless of his actions he always strives to uphold the greater good. Kind and polite, yet stern and cruel when he needs, Sahtsienriel has had a successful life. Though the endless passing of time and war have claimed many friends and has made him relatively bitter and sort of unattached to those he saves.

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Name: Marvic Galdoric Mraen
Age: 26
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Anarya 7th, 4,974SR
Place of Birth: Mraen Family Estate, Erumara village
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: Brown
Additional Features: None
Education: Private tutoring in court rules, nobility, etiquette, reading, writing, commerce, business, and history. Self taught in armed combat.
Preferred weapons: Jeweled Silver War Sword and jeweled steel tower shield.

Family
Marital Status: Single
Mother: Ellene Mraen
Father: Arthasis Mraen
Siblings: Twin Brother: Cyrteris Mraen
Children: None
Physical Appearance: Marvic always wears his finest red and gold trimmed doublet with a matching pair of breeches with a plain black leather belt. His red hair is always short and neat, and he keeps his face clean shaven. Marvic wears his heavily jeweled war sword on his left hip at all times in a beautiful ruby red scabbard with a gold brooch of the family insignia attached just below the hilt. The Mraen Family insignia is a raven-winged bull. Marvic goes nowhere without his favourite black wide brimmed hat. He wears a silver ring on his left hand with his initials, MM emblazed on it. When preparing for combat Marvic dons a suit of jewel studded steel plate armor, a steel helm with a sapphire embedded on his forehead, and a crimson red cloak with gold trim.

Background: Lord Marvic Galdoric Mraen has lived in the long shadow of his twin brother, Cyrteris Craddec Mraen since childhood. Cyrteris excelled in almost everything and quickly gained their father’s absolute favor. Marvic was nearly as good as his brother, but their father still looked down on Marvic. Cyrteris became the family figure head, and secured the position of Duke of Fort Revenald for heroic efforts during the war with Rash Vok. That was three years ago, and Marvic still is not accepted by his father. During those three years, Marvic worked vigorously for his father’s favor by making a prominent and successful business, when this failed to please his father Marvic started to delve into many illegal things. Soon Marvic owned almost all of Erumara’s businesses, through either his legal business or other illegal means making Marvic one of the most powerful men in Erumara. Marvic has abandoned his attempts to win his father’s favor, though it still tugs at his soul. The recent threat of war has given Marvic a rare opportunity to become even more powerful and a chance to get even with his brother, with the help of the mysterious Kenras Savrantas.

Personality Profile: Marvic is a cunning and calculative man, and seems to be one step ahead of everyone else. Do to his court training he is always calm and polite in conversations, even when the converse is heated. The only thing that can break his calm in a conversation is the mention of his brother’s exploits.

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Name: Kenras Savrantas
Age: 160
Species: Half-Moon elf
Gender: male
Date of Birth: Undisclosed
Place of Birth: Undisclosed
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 153lbs
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: grey
Additional Features: Scar from the corner of his mouth to left ear
Education: Inducted into the church of Kassislek at age ninety-five, a thirty year magae apprenticeship under Isabelle Silverstream, and combat training from the Shadowknights.
Preferred weapons: His black iron flanged mace, clerical magic, arcane magic.

Family
Marital Status: Single
Mother: Undisclosed
Father: Undisclosed
Siblings: None
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Kenras Savrantas has pale skin, short cropped black hair, and a well trimmed goatee. He wears a long black leather coat over his simple black tunic that hides a suit of black iron chainmail, and around his neck he wears a gold symbol of his god Kassislek. Kenras’ black iron flanged mace is looped through his black leather belt that holds up the plain dark trousers that hide his chainmail greaves. The mace is heavily enchanted for it is a gift given to him by his god for his services.

Background: Kenras Savrantas is a member of the Church of Kassislek, this cult is incredibly powerful and hell bent on taking Erumara. He has proven himself repeatedly in the eyes of his god, and he has quickly ascended through the hierarchy of his church. On a daily basis, Kenras is in charge of finding more converts and finding ways to capture Fort Revenald. Kenras recently has discovered a way to fulfill that mission, by using a certain nobleman and by infiltrating Fort Revenald’s guard. He also refuses to speak of his family and his life before the cult, nearly a whole century of mysteries.

Personality Profile: Kenras is cold and calculating man, with absolute control over his temper. He prefers to use reason and controlling methods to secure potential allies, but he will not hesitate to use force. In combat he is a ruthless killer, who will fake mercy to acquire what he wants before disposing of his adversary.

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Name: Cyrteris Craddec Mraen
Age: 26
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Anarya 7th, 4,974SR
Place of Birth: Mraen Family Estate, Erumara Village
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: Brown
Additional Features: None
Education: Eight years of training and live combat in the Erumaran army. Private tutoring in court rules, nobility, etiquette, reading, writing, commerce, business, and history.
Preferred weapons: The Mraen Family Bastard Sword- Starfang

Family
Marital Status: Single
Mother: Ellene Mraen
Father: Arthasis Mraen
Siblings: Twin Brother: Marvic Mraen
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Cyrteris keeps his long shoulder length hair neat, and his face clean shaven. When Cyrteris is in Revenald’s court, he wears a black and blue doublet with gold trim that is emblazoned with Revenald’s Raven and shield emblem; over a pair of black and gold trimmed trousers. When not in court, he wears a stunning suit of silver chainmail armour with a black and silver tabard with Revenald’s Raven emblem printed on the front. Regardless of where he is, Cyrteris always has Starfang in its black and gold trimmed scabbard at his hip. Starfang has a fang-like crosspiece with a red star-shaped pommel gem; the handle is designed to be used with one or two hands.

Background: Out of the Mraen Twins, Cyrteris Mraen remained a public spectacle for the Mraen family as he quickly excelled in every aspect of his young life. Leaving Marvic in his ever growing shadow. When he was eighteen, Cyrteris joined the army and quickly proved himself as a capable warrior and leader. When he returned from the war with Rash Vok, he was rewarded for his outstanding service and courage with the title and position as the Duke of Fort Revenald. Under his wise and proper rule, Revenald prospered and grew. Over the past few years, Cyrteris has only had to deal with petty criminals and disgruntled corrupt merchants; neither preparing him for what was to come.

Personality Profile: Cyrteris is a man of unshakable honor and loyalty to his sovereign and people. He is brave and courageous, more than willing to fight at the frontlines with his soldiers. A pragmatic and polite speaker in court, and always calm in the face of tough situations.

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Name: Vlan’Tur
Age: 24
Species: Vorshtaran
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Tarion 2nd, 4,976SR
Place of Birth: The Vorshtar Plains
Height: 6’ 7”
Weight: 220lbs
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Emerald Green
Additional Features: Tribal tattoos on his face and torso
Education: Taught the Vorshtaran way of life, history, and fighting style by his tribe’s Elders.
Preferred weapons: Desert Palm-wood Quarter Staff, and a Palm-wood crossbow.

Family
Marital Status: Single
Mother: Kishella
Father: Ombin’Di (Deceased)
Siblings: Elani’Mia (Sister)
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Vlan’Tur is a giant bear of a man with finely toned muscles from riding desert horses and the physically demanding nature of desert life. Like all Vorshtarans, Vlan’Tur is abnormally strong for a human. His skin is a dark chocolate brown, and his head is completely bare of hair except for his eyebrows. Vlan’Tur wears a sand coloured tunic and a similarly coloured pair of slacks, with a leather bandolier across his chest to hold his crossbow bolts and to attach the weapon itself. Vlan’Tur never puts down his trusted combat staff, and carries it with him always.

Background: Vlan’Tur was born and raised in the harsh Vorshtar desert, never once leaving the desert sands before his twenty-fourth birthday. He was one of the first to be persuaded by the powerful shaman, Xaxistics, to attack the peaceful Erumaran people. Unlike the others, he has not had a drink of the shaman’s holy water; he was simply motivated by his blind anger towards the Erumaran’s. For his father had been killed by an unidentified Erumaran force the year before. Vlan’Tur still loyal to the old traditions prefers to use his traditional weaponry, but he fights just as savagely as his incredibly violent counterparts. For his savagery in combat, he has quickly risen into high standings with Xaxistics. Forced by the Shaman, he has become the ambassador for his people when dealing with the Erumarans. Recently after witnessing the rebellion in Fort Revenald, Vlan’Tur has discovered that his father was slain by a band of mercenaries in the employ of a corrupt official and not by the Erumaran Army. He now fights alongside Duke Cyrteris Mraen since he didn’t want to return to the Vorshtar Desert with the rest of his people after defeating the vile shaman Xaxistics.

Personality Profile: He was cold and distant when around Erumaran people, but has recently come to terms with the people of Erumara. He is a man of few and strong opinions. Vlan’Tur is honourable and respectful; despite his incredibly hatred for Erumarans.

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Name: Ivan Blazewind
Age: 63
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Lotesse 3rd, 4,937SR
Place of Birth: Erumara Town
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 174lbs
Hair Colour: Black-grey
Eye Colour: Hazel
Additional Features:
Education: twenty-seven years of adventuring, and then twenty years of service in the Erumaran army.
Preferred weapons: Shortbow and katana

Family
Marital Status: unattached
Wife: Deceased
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: Deceased
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Ivan has pepper and salt hair that reaches his shoulders. He wears a simple black traveling cloak with a Reven Raven emblem as the brooch, and a suit of aged studded leather armour over top of a simple black tunic with matching cotton trousers. His facial features have sagged with age and many wrinkles line his old face, but Ivan has maintained his muscles and remains in peak physical shape.

Background: Ivan Blazewind refuses to speak of much of his past and family. Offering only minor details like he was once married, and had two brothers; now they are dead and he does not wish to speak of them. Ivan has explained in light detail that when he was young he joined a band of adventurers and then signed up with the Erumaran army, until years later Duke Cyrteris had offer for him to lead the Reven Ravens.

Personality Profile: Ivan is gruff and cold towards people since he is the last of his family. A wise and aggressive man even in his youth, Ivan has become even more so and has developed a measure of patience for the youthful. He respects few, but is a man of honour and will not abandon anyone in a fight.

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Name: Isabelle Silverstream
Age: 213
Species: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Lotesse 243rd, 4,787SR
Place of Birth: The Bloodmire Woods, Revalsh
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Colour: White
Eye Colour: Blue
Additional Features:
Education: An apprenticeship under an accomplished member of the Arcanum Suprenum, and decades of self education with magic.
Preferred weapons: Magic, Staves, and a small dagger

Family
Marital Status: Uninterested
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: Deceased
Children: Unknown

Physical Appearance: Isabelle tends to wear seductively cut dresses and robes, using her femininity to her advantage whenever possible. Though she cares more for pleasing herself than her god, she wears a silver necklace with a Kinaer’s holy pendant attached to it. Isabelle still wears the gold ring with an emerald inlay that the Grand Savant Kenras Savrantas gave her when she was in a relationship with him years ago. She hides her small dagger under the folds of her gowns by affixing it in place by a thin leather strap. Isabelle’s favourite staff is made of hand carved oak with an eccentric head piece that resembles an axe head.

Background: When Isabelle was barely eight years old, the Shadowknights eradicated her tribe leaving her as the only survivor. She was saved by a member of the Arcanum Suprenum who hardly had the heart for his line of work and could not live with himself if he didn’t save the child. For years the less than evil wizard guided and trained the girl, hardly realizing that she was mentally disturbed by the slaughter of her family and was becoming a twisted monster on the inside. By her twenty-third birthday, Isabelle had already slaughtered a hundred innocents under the loving nose of her master. On her twenty-fourth, she killed him with her own bare hands; strangling him to death after knocking him out the third story window of his own home. For years she studied and worked her way up the social ladder of the Arcanum Suprenum until she reached Archmage fifty years ago, and has held the position undisputedly since achieving it.

Personality Profile: Isabelle is a strong and confident woman with deadly ambitions. She uses every tool at her disposal to achieve her goals, and holds no space in her head for a moral conscience.

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Name: The Shadowlord
Age: 790
Species: Avengel
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 4,210 SR
Place of Birth: Esrym’s Realm (The Plane of Darkness)
Height: 6’ 7”
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Purple
Wing Colour: Black
Wing Span: 12’
Additional Features:
Education: Trained by his elders in combat, combat tactics, court etiquette, multiple languages. Plus centuries of firsthand experience.
Preferred weapons: Claws and magic

Family
Marital Status: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Children: Unknown

Physical Appearance: The Shadowlord appears before his subjects and foes dressed in black robed cut with a V to show part of his muscled chest and abdomen. Metal shoulder guards with an enchantment that causes a perpetual blue line of light through their concave centers, the same enchantment has been cast on the metal belt. The belt buckle is emblazoned with the Shadowknight emblem and the under the V cut of his robes is the V shaped insignia. Gold thread patterns run along his long black sleeves that open wide at the hands and the V, light purple patterns decorate the sleeves closer to his shoulders. A yellow and gold fire emblem decorates the tops of his black hood that is always pulled low to cover his shoulder length black hair. To make it possible for him to touch and pick things up without shredding them, over his natural claws he wears specially designed metal casings attached to a leather glove.

Background: The Shadowlord was once a loyal servant of Esrym, but he could not tolerate the pace at which Esrym planned to conquer Erumara. So he attempted to seize power from the King of Darkness, but was easily defeated and for his betrayal was cast out into Erumara. There the Shadowlord pursued power quickly and effectively through a band of cutthroats, and with them ravaged the waters between Erumara and Revalsh. Eventually his band of pirates was defeated by the Erumaran Naval forces, but he easily escaped capture. For his actions, the god Kassislek took interest in the Avengel and appeared before him. Kassislek offered the Shadowlord a position of power amongst his Karvordons and control over his mortal army, The Shadowknights, if he could deliver conquest after conquest in his divine name. The Shadowlord eagerly agreed.

Personality Profile: The Shadowlord is a cold ruthless killer, who holds undying loyalty to his sovereign the mighty Kassislek. Confident and calm in every discussion having mastered his emotions centuries ago before even ruling the Shadowknights. Aloof and uncaring for the plights of others, The Shadowlord has mercilessly controlled the Shadowknights with an iron fist never deviating from the path of his god.

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Name: Esteral “Ghost” Kilsea
Age: 23
Species: Human/Magae
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Menelya 1st, 4,977SR
Place of Birth: Galvin’s Port, Erumara
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Additional Features: Incredibly Pale Skin
Education: Six years of studying arcane magic from an ancient tome.
Preferred weapons: Magic

Family
Marital Status: Single
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: None
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Esteral has short well groomed brown hair, a clean shaven face, a thin body structure, and gaunt facial features. Esteral Kilsea wears a simple light brown tunic and matching pair of trousers, with a beige overcoat. Esteral has a pigment disorder that makes his skin a deathly pale hue, and a strong metabolism that keeps him incredibly thin.

Background: Esteral’s family was dirt poor even before he was born, and his birth only further damaging their financial standing. For the first five years of his life, Esteral lived with his mother and father in a small rundown hovel on the edge of the port town. His parents worked the streets as pickpockets, and stole small amounts of food from the farmers market. They barely scrapped together enough food and coin in those five years to keep themselves alive. On his sixth birthday, Esteral’s parents fell terribly ill from the disease that plagued the town that year. The disease claimed many lives that year and few survived the ordeal, with Esteral’s parents being among the dead. Then for the next eleven years of his life, Esteral perfected his thieving skills on the crowded streets of Galvin’s Port. Until one day an old book seller past through the town, Esteral scoped out his wares and stumbled across the ancient tome of arcane magic. For a common thief, Esteral was incredibly brilliant and realized the possibilities the knowledge inside the book could provide him with. He stole the book and then studied it vigorously for days, before presenting himself to the locals that had dubbed him “Ghost” for his unnaturally pale skin (and thieving abilities) as a moderately accomplished wizard. Of course they laughed at him until he cast a simple magical illusion of producing a flame that neither burned nor warmed anything it touched. Flabbergasted by this spectacle, the citizens of Galvin’s Port began to hire Esteral for minor tasks that proved invaluable to the people; tasks like providing heavy lifting by means of levitation, using his magic to enchant a bunch of fillet knifes to gut and cut fish, and to magically repair broken furniture. Soon enough Esteral found himself with a steady income that allowed him to get off the streets and drift away from petty thievery, even though he adopted his criminal name of “Ghost” as his day to day alias. Over the next five years of honest work during the day and expanding his knowledge of the Art by rigorous study at night, Ghost gradually grew bored with providing such mundane tasks. He yearned for adventure, and the opportunity to find someone of a high intellectual standing like himself with which to discuss their Knowledge of Magic. Since magic was not commonly practiced in public or even studied for that matter, Esteral decided recently to travel the world in such of other magic user; even if it meant that he would have to join the dreaded Arcanum Suprenum, a band of dark wizards bent on taking over the known world. Patiently Ghost spent the past few months severing his ties with the city, by selling his home and cancelling contracts with local businesses. Now he currently stays at the Sea Storm Inn, deciding where to start his adventure.

Personality Profile: Esteral is a crafty and intelligent man, and an honest worker. He has little regard for the law, considering he had to break it repeatedly in his youth in order to survive. Despite his magical finesse and incredible learning curb, Esteral is quite humble. Years of life on the street have made him rather cold to the plights of others, but have blessed him with incredible patience and determination.

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Name: Sazraedrogar
Age: 14,200 (Approximately)
Species: Dragon
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: -9,200 SR (Approximately)
Place of Birth: Draco Mount
Height: 45’ 9”
Length: 55’ 2”
Wingspan: 70’ 5”
Weight: 3,500lbs
Scale Colour: A dim-Orange
Eye Colour: Yellow
Additional Features:
Education: 14,200 or more years of self-educating, with guidance from Elder Rorchark.
Preferred weapons: Claws, Teeth, Breaths Corrosive Fumes, and Magic Barriers

Family

Marital Status: Single
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Sazraedrogar is as large as a barn with dim-orange scales that lighten as they meet to form his underbelly. He has large black bull horns jutting from his serpentine skull, narrow serpentine eyes, large razor sharp teeth, massive talons, bat wings with small claws at the ends, and a long lizard tail. Sazraedrogar like all dragons is a quadruped and a masterful flier. Since he is an older dragon his scales colour has darkened slightly, his size and the development of his horns reflects his age.

Background: Sazraedrogar was old even when the humans took nearly complete control over the Dragons through their enslaving magic, he and a small clutch of hatchlings hid deep in the Draco Mount; the ancestral home of Dragon Kind. Sazraedrogar along with those few who were free began to plot and plan a way to release their brethren. In 953SR, Sazraedrogar and his allies found a way to counteract the humans’ magic and began to warp, and weaken it. In 993SR, Sazraedrogar was personally responsible for releasing Rorchark and Vianne from their imprisonment; Rorchark and Vianne, both the eldest of the imprisoned dragons. With the Elders free they made short work of the remaining bonds that held the rest of their people. Sazraedrogar led the charge against humanity alongside Vianne and Rorchark, and witnessed the fall of Vianne at the hands of a powerful human magae. Even though Sazraedrogar believed that humanity should be utterly destroyed, he heeded the plea of the elves to spare them, and so he convinced Rorchark to convince the entire dragon race to enter a deep sleep in Draco Mount, and to only return if humanity ever dared to use such powerful magic ever again. Sazraedrogar’s hatred has subsided over the years of deep meditation and mind conversation with the other dragons that had learned such magic before entering the sleep. Sazraedrogar no longer wishes to punish humanity, he would rather guide them than destroy them.

Personality Profile: Sazraedrogar is incredibly wise and intelligent, even by dragon standards. He is honorable to his word and actions, and when he pledges loyalty he sticks by it until the one he is loyal to wishes him to perform something dishonorable. Sazraedrogar has managed to control most of his vain and arrogant nature, but cannot remain in control under all pressures. Sazraedrogar is not so much empathetic as he is practical.

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Name: Tazzerrade
Age: 2,500 (Approximately)
Species: Dragon
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 2,500 SR (Approximately)
Place of Birth: Draco Mount
Height: 25’ 9”
Length: 30’ 5”
Wingspan: 40’ 7”
Weight: 2,600lbs
Scale Colour: Dark Crimson
Eye Colour: Yellow
Additional Features:
Education: Roughly 2,500 years of education from his elders.
Preferred weapons: Claws, teeth, and scorching fire breath.

Family

Marital Status: Single
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Tazzerrade is the size of a townhouse with deep crimson coloured scales that gradually lighten as they met to form his underbelly. He has small jagged fins on the backsides of his head, a serpentine skull, narrow serpentine eyes, large razor sharp teeth, large talons, large bat-like wings, and a long lizard-like tail. Tazzerrade is a quadruped and a skilled flyer. The dark colour of his scales and the presence of his tusks reflects his youthful age.

Background: Tazzerrade was young when the humans enslaved his race, and like many of his volatile breed he hungers for vengeance. He was among the many that were freed from their enslavement by Sazraedrogar, Rorchark, and Vianne. Tazzerrade along with his fellow reds were responsible for most of the destruction the Dragons wrought upon the world as punishment to the humans for their arrogance. Rorchark was personally responsible for convincing the hot headed wyrmling to join in the hibernation, when most of the reds wanted to stay awake and slaughter all surviving humans. Since Tazzerrade was viewed as a leader amongst the Reds, when he went to hibernate most of his breed joined him. Tazzerrade thirsts for the destruction of humanity and will stop at nothing to eliminate them.

Personality Profile: Tazzerrade is a volatile and vicious dragon that is stubborn to the core. He greatly enjoys violence and destruction, and despises peace and harmony. Tazzerrade is arrogant and overconfident, making him a threat to even to his own kind. Despite his irrational characteristics, Tazzerrade is incredibly charismatic when it comes to riling up his fellow dragons into a violent frenzy that will lead to battle.

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Name: Annalyth Ezzairmar
Age: 27
Species: Venusian
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Lotesse 11th
Place of Birth: The Vault of Symphonies, Velmara, Venusia
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Colour: Blood Red
Eye Colour: Golden Amber
Additional Features:
Education: Extensive weapons training from the Weaponsmaster Calek of House Ezzairmar, Extensive magical studies under Donnala Ezzairmar, an extensive education from her elders of Velmaran history and culture, and language lessons in Elvish, Dwarven, and Ancient Venusian from special tutors.
Preferred weapons: matching wakizashi, throwing knives, and magic.

Family

Marital Status: Single
Mother: Donnala Ezzairmar
Father: Nameless House Servant (Deceased)
Siblings: Sisters: Gabreitha, Mayliss, Kalyn, Serthe. Brother: Vincar.
Children: None

Physical Appearance: Annalyth usually lets her long dark red hair that reaches the small of her back flow wildly around her person, and occasionally she ties it back into a long braid. She has slightly tanned skin with few imperfections, and a lithe athletic body tone. Annalyth often wears fancy dresses with many strategic cuts for both seductiveness and mobility (A necessity in Velmaran Society) when at home or public. If she is expecting trouble she will don a suit of tight form fitting leather armor that provides optimal mobility while providing a fair amount of protection. In either of the two outfits, Annalyth with stow as many throwing daggers on her person as possible, and she openly has her twin wakizashis tied about her waist.

Background: Annalyth Ezzairmar has lived a typically normal life of a Velmaran Noble, never knew her father and was raised to expect treachery from anyone. She has learned to keep her personal thoughts and oppinions secret for they go against what is considered acceptable in Velmaran society. Though she tries her best to appear as "Velmaran" as possibly, Annalyth has slipped up in the past and embarrassed her family. Luckily she is her mother, Donnala's favourite, which has kept her from suffering too much. Annalyth though knows that her mother's benevolence is fleeting and eratic, and as such has tip-toed her way carefully through delicate situations. Her remarkable talent with the wakizashi and throwing blades that most other members of noble society has left her alone out of cautious respect and because despite her family being a favoured House by the Empress, Annalyth doesn't plot against them. Annalyth has used her mother's favor to keep herself on the sidelines of the family's schemes and to keep potential rivals at bay. She has only had to kill twice and both times in self-defense. Though well trained in the use of the arcane arts, Annalyth tends to use her magic fleetingly since she prefers to better herself physically, but she is by no means an amateur spellcaster. Annalyth hopes that one day she might leave Velmara all together and travel the world, but unless she is given permission by her mother, she would be hunted for the rest of her life.

Personality Profile: Publicly she is cold, tough, treacherous, and violent. In private she is warm, gentle, inquisitive, and friendly.