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[scottishgal]

Name: Tehron

Age: 26

Race: BeastFolk - Wolf

Sex: Male

Class: Fighter

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{Appearance}

As seen in the image, his eyes glow red. Though this is restricted only to the bloodlust felt during battle. They normally rest at a deep brown. Small scars litter his arms, memories of those who fought against him. Each one holds a story, but he’ll keep those close to heart. His armour is sparse around his chest, allowing him more movement. His entire armour is light, relying on agility to beat larger foes. His ears will swivel slightly, the movement reminiscent of his animal forefathers. His senses are higher attune to the world around him, his hearing and sense of smell being his best traits.

Personality:

Never a calm soul, his heart rules his mind. When surrounded by his kin, he is ferociously protective and almost kind…almost. With strangers, a cold snap occurs. He hides behind glares and judgement of races. He knows which have helped his kind in the past and which have hindered and profited from their demise.

In battle, a true animal bloodlust is sated. Skilled with a sword, he relies on foot work to move himself around his foe. His speed has served him well many times before. If given the chance, he will always rely on his claws. Like steel they tear through flesh, bringing down men in his path. Those fighting alongside him may see him tearing the throats of enemies out with his teeth. This only occurs when he is pushed into a true rage. To put all thoughts out of mind and kill with no prejudice.

When talking, his voice has an almost soft growl to it. A gravely tone which can command a room when used correctly. His howl is normally reserved as a battle cry.

His weaknesses are few but detrimental to his attack. He is extremely protective of his kin and of children, or those he perceives to be children. When they are placed in danger, his own safety is thrown out the window. He has an extreme hatred for Goblins. Enough that he will leave all other responsibilities to bring down any that come into his line of sight.



Background: 
Raised in one of the forests that litter Strophya, Tehron was a curious pup. Already one of the fastest of his siblings, he enjoyed leaping from tree to tree in races around their small gathering. His agility and strength caught the eyes of the elders, he was placed into a strict training regime promptly. His skill developed as his body grew, Tehron learned how to control the animalistic aspect of his nature. How to walk among men without fear of snapping.


It was on his 18th birth year that his family were torn from him. His tribe, unable to pay their safety tributes, were asked for young to train in the name of the Empire. Dragged away to become a soldier, Tehron kept a special eye on his younger brothers. It was on that journey to Ishtirruk that everything changed for him. A group of goblins set upon them, killing most of the pack. Including his younger brothers, Tehron ran off to save his own hide. He has never forgiven himself for his cowardice and this accounts for his new fond protectiveness at all costs. The Empire took pity, taking him in as a witness and eventually enlisting him as a Counter-Mercenary. Learning new skills when it comes to attacking, he has learned to rely on his claws and smaller weapons. Using his strength and speed to attack rather than bulky weapons.


This new pathway into bloodlust only strengthened his hatred towards Dwarves and Goblins especially. Each new day only brings him pleasure in the death of those who tore his family away from him. That was until one day they brought down the caravan of goblins and a small squirming thing was discovered. Her anger and voice matched someone twice her size and that brought out a rare smile from Tehron. The halfing, Neara, became a familiar face in their small group. He even caught her trying to nab one of his small tribe amulets. It was after she came to his aid during a bad fight that she gained his trust. He has grown fond of the halfing and will protect her to no cost. Though the two don’t always get along during their times of peace, they will always be in each other’s corner.

[scottishgal]

Name: Neara Tealeaf. (Nea)

Age: 239

Race: Halfling

Sex: Female

Class: Scavenger

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{Appearance}

Her eyes are a deep golden brown, her hair is in tangles and is her first noticeable feature. Earrings adorn her pointed ears, bracelets are a favourite except when they jingle. She has a single small knife hidden on her outer thigh. The clothing seen in image is similar to what she normally wears. Though her belt is littered with small bags. Each has something new that she has found, she thinks each will have a use somewhere down the line. She has secret pockets sewn into each new garment of clothing, places to stash little finds. 

Personality:

Neara is a bouncing bundle of chatter and fun when you know her. When you are a stranger, she views you with great scrutiny and she would be lying if she hadn’t thought of the different ways to pick pocket you. She would rather be silent and watch when around strangers, she knows her small size and lack of strength bring her no luck against larger foes.


When comfortable with those around her, it is hard to get her to shut up. She likes to ramble and point out what she has found recently, unless of course she found it within your pockets. Though a kind hearted one, she will always return her stolen finds from them by the end of the day. She is just a curious childlike soul.

The only time she seems serious is when she is doing true scavenging or small acts of magic. When she is concentrating on something she wants, it becomes her sole focus. She will forget all around her until it is in her possession.


She normally travels on her own, not many creatures wish to have her for company. Truly she prefers it, she can rely on her own light footing and not have to deal with heavy footed counterparts. She knows what she is capable of and will help others if it seems feasible for her. She will not waste her precious supplies on someone not worthy to her.



Background:


One of many children, Neara knew how to disappear. Her parents would always find her hours later, searching through hidden boxes for toys. They could never hide anything from her from that moment on, she seemed to sniff it out. Her eyes picked up small changes in patterns, floorboards and even in the air of a room. Her older siblings became masters at archery, knife throwing or hand to hand combat. Whereas Neara could only sneak away before harm came her way. She was often caught and messed up for hiding toys or finding small stashes of sweeties.


Her childhood was one filled with love, happiness and peace. Although her siblings learned to fight, there was no real need for it. After their 100th birthdays they all left her, she couldn’t fend for herself why would she leave the safety of her home?


After her 60th birthday she decided to learn more about the magic that floated through her veins. It took her much time to work out how to turn herself invisible and even then it would only work if she held still. With time she learned how to move under the cover of invisibility. It was her proudest moment but she uses it only in dire need. She much prefers to use her own skills, her light footing and her cunning mind. Her second best skill to her scavenging is her potion making. She may make a mess and be incredibly loud about it but she always has a clinking belt filled with bottles of home brewed potions. If someone tries to take them, they take the chance of stealing the wrong one and end up with a nasty surprise. Again, like with her small finds, she will keep these potions for those who truly deserve them.


She finally felt safe enough to leave the comfort of her home. Always wanting to see the world around her, she started to wander the plains around her homeland. Originally she would stick to the end of small caravans. She would find them what they needed and produce the potions they needed. It was with time that she realised she was being used, that she could never truly leave these caravans as they realised her worth.


It was the successful time she managed to flee the caravan that she was caught by a group of Counter Mercenaries. Obviously different from the group of goblins they had slain, they kept her around as a curious addition to their small group.
It was in this group that she met Tehron, a creature never like she had seen before. He instantly caught her attention, along with the silver amulets that adorned his armour. He caught her trying to nab one once and with her quick tongue she managed to wrangle herself out of trouble. It was after a specific incident where she proved her worth that he finally grew to accept her. The two are now inseparable. They argue like an old married couple, both fighting against each other’s decisions. But he protects her from harm and she heals him. She will give her finds to him first and trusts him above all others in the group.

[scottishgal]

Name: Kaira

Age: 28

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Class: Mage

- Water Magic (High Levels though not yet a Master). The ability to control large bodies of water but restricted due to health and energy. Smaller water spells are easy for her and require little concentration.



- Thunder/Shadow Magic (Moderate): Lightning Hold being a favourite and the ability to disguise her appearance.

Appearance : -

Standing about 5’4, she has a slight build. Her face is heart shaped with permanently flushed cheeks. Her doe eyes switch between blue and grey, and her hair is a deep brown which hangs to her chest in soft waves. Her big eyes and small smile give her an automatic innocent appearance.

However when in battle, her facial expressions change. Her anger takes over her, she will fight until her last breath.[/spoiler][/spoiler]




Personality:

Strange for a water user she is quite the hothead. Quick to make judgement and angered by the slightest indiscretion to her person. When around those that know her, and her quick flaring temper she is friendly, bubbly and kind. When around those she despise, her words are almost like poison that she spits at them. Kaira will continue to rant and fuel the anger in her until someone stops her. If you do try to stop her anger, fair warning to you. If someone makes a direct insult to her, she will not stop until she has taken her revenge from their flesh.



In battle, she is surprisingly graceful. Her movements like most with water magic flow together with perfect precision. Though her attacks are quick and are aimed to cause the most pain. When truly angered during battle, both magic’s interlink sometimes with dire results. Water and Lightning are not always the best pair but when she concentrates on one enemy they will be fried within seconds. Unfortunately, she has learned to keep her magic together after a few singeing incidents.



If you meet Kaira when she is in good spirits, her voice will be a lovely pitch. It sounds almost as if she is singing to you instead of speaking. However when anger strikes her, her tone turns to a growl. Her speech goes from rather formal and pleasant to complete butchered English and swearing like a sailor. Her words dark and cold, she tries her very best to appear threatening though her appearance may not do much to help that.



Background:



Born into a small foresting community, Kaira knew little of the outside world. Having shown a flair for water magic from a young age, her community sheltered her in. They taught her everything she knows and she had a relatively happy and loving childhood. Until she hit her 15th birthday, she grew angry at everything and everyone. Those around her linked this with the loss of both her parents at the hands of a goblin pack. She didn’t know how to control her anger, how to calm herself down after it started. She spent her next few years by herself, trying to keep herself away from those who could spike her anger and face the consequences. After her 22nd Birthday her aunts decreed it was time for her to marry.



Kaira assumed it would be the same as her childhood. Until they informed her that her magic should never be used in her new home. That her magic was useless now, that it was unnecessary now that she had someone to protect her. That was a strike in her book, her magic was a part of her as much as her soul. Forced into marriage that she was already resenting, she found herself in a new world. Her husband was a member of the Main Capital’s watch, a fine man one who loved her despite her flaring temper. He was the first that could truly calm her, just his very presence could stop her anger from flaring. After some time she revealed her magic to him and his acceptance was overwhelming to her. Their time together was something Kaira will never forget. They spent 4 years together, Kaira grew to accept her new home.



Her husband was killed by an enemy of the state, a ranger who shot down many before escaping. Overcome by so many different emotions, she found it hard to control her anger and with that her magic which was now heavily linked. Wanting vengeance, she joined the Empire’s guard. Her magic gave her an advantage as she lacked in any body strength or fighting skills. Her appearance does throw people off, especially when they face her anger. Always perceived as younger and in need of protection she has managed to survive with little magic needed. Though she is always on the lookout for the one who killed her beloved, the description a hazy one.