Name: Royus Quellaei

Race: Elf

Nationality: Isolan

Age and other info: 23 Year old elf. He's a bit taller than normal height.

Description: (appearance, personality, etc)He has a light complexion and darker brown hair. Roy stands tall, taking pride in himself and his heritage. Roy is impetuous; very brave, possibly more than his own good; and is more comfortable in combat or solitude than he is with other people.

General Profession: As of now, he simply is a student.

Background info: Generations ago, Roy's ancestors were very high ranked in the Elven government, but after corruption, blackmail, framing, the Quellaei family had a tragic downfall. They were removed from any public office, and their family name tarnished.
Now, Roy's goal is to repair his once proud family name, some way or another. For most of his life, he lived with his family, who still possess a modest fortune. They live isolated, but richly. Roy left the safety and security of the Quellaei residence to the busy life of the rest of the world. Roy wishes to study the arts of magic, primarily fire. He wants to put the Quellaei family in the spotlight of Elven society once again, whichever way possible, whether it is to climb the ranks of the Elven caste, to even making hard sacrifices for it.
Currently, he resides in a small town about 6 hours outside of Cental Isola. He was taken in by Toya Geey'r, a beautiful 22 year old Elven girl who is learning to become a magic healer, alone with no teacher, after almost dying in the wilderness.

Equipment:Roy abandoned most of his family wealth behind when he left his home, but he wears fancier than average Elven clothing. Roy has nothing with him except his clothes on his back and in his backpack, the small bag or two of money he brought with him from home, and his wits.

General and special abilities: Roy has a slim, athletic build. He is strong, fast, and thinks speedily when he's got adrenaline pumping through his veins. He is in the process of learning fire magic. Roy doesn't have a knack for weapons, but he will learn if encouraged to.

Name: Jajul (szhah-szhule)

Race: Human

Age and other info: 23

Description: Male, black, black hair, black eyes. Likes to play tricks and doesn't like magic. Apathy towards elves.

General Profession: Blacksmith.

Background info: Born as a baby, he had a normal life as an only child. He spent most of it in a chair or behind a desk, though he always had an interest in weaponry.

At 14, a young boy approached him and said, "Are you mad?"

Jajul said, "Yes and no. What's it to you?"

"You look mad. I can tell. I used to be mad for a while. It gets better." The young boy walked away.

Jajul had many questions, but said only this: "Come back!"

The young boy turned around and said, "You want to know how, don't you?"

"Yeah," Jajul said.

"Well, come on, then." Jajul followed the young boy to a bazaar. The young boy showed Jajul how to steal.He showed him tricks like the "Slip" or "Hangman's crossover". Thieving became a habit, which led to trouble.

Jajul became the first 15-year-old in his village to be arrested and tried in court. He was let off with a warning and 25 hours of farm labor.

For a time, he lived with his mother, but then ran away at the age of 18. He came back after two years to find his father had passed due to an unknown disease. Out of fear, he stayed for two more years to care for his mother. He took up blacksmithing when he was 20. He never had a girlfriend, but he definitely wasn't gay, either.

After a while, he decided he'd try living on his own again, so he traveled to the city to make tools and learned how to make his first weapon; a wooden sword.

Equipment: Blacksmithing Tools (Rivets, anvils, tongs, etc.) and a wooden sword.

General and special abilities: Blacksmithing and theft.

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Name: Drak (Last name is unknown)

Race: Originally Human

Age: mid to late 20s

Blood type: Unknown

Gender: Male

General Profession: Currently unemployed, currently lives in the elven village

Goal: To know thyself.

Personality: He is a free spirit, calm, and collected, but in times of battle, his animal instincts kick in, turning him into a highly versatile and aggressive fighting machine. It is during these situations where his true colors are shown, the animal in him is unleashed, and he will lash out at even his close friends.

Background info: Tossed away at birth, Drak was raised by an old couple where he studied language, history and science like normal humans. He always excelled at physical activities, but struggled with the intellectual ones. As he aged, he noticed that he was changing rapidly. He became faster and stronger than even the young men of the town at such a young age. He decided to take up other physical activities such as Wrestling, Wing Chun, and parkour, and with no doubt, he was always the champion.

However, just when his life seemed like it couldn't get any better, tragedy struck. One night, Drak was with his schoolmates out by the lake about a quarter mile away from the town. He looked up at the sky to see the wonderful dark sky, filled with stars and a massive full moon. He was completely entranced by the moon, the round, soft orb floating weightlessly in the sky. He stood up and closed his eyes. letting the moonlight shine upon his entire body. He felt tingly and warm, a buzz that even the beer at the local pub couldn't produce. Drak's subconscious took over and he fell into a deep trance.

When Drak came to, he was lying on his own bed. Yawning heavily, he tried standing up, but couldn't muster up the energy. He looked in the mirror and saw that he was naked and covered in blood. He looked out the window at the bloodstained village and couldn't help but stare in horror. That day was his 20th birthday.

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A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
-George MacDonald
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Drak ran away to the forest that day. Alone and depressed, Drak almost attempted suicide when a pack of wolves approached him. He stared intently into the alpha wolf's eyes, slowly beginning to understand his true nature. Deciding to travel with the pack, Drak learned to communicate with them. Experience in the wilderness taught him control and he learned how to harness his new powers. However, as fate would have it, Drak wasn't alone. One night, as Drak and the pack were walking home from a hunt, a squad of foot-soldiers surrounded him and the pack, itching for battle. As the they enclosed on the pack, Drak transformed and wiped out half the squad in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, Drak was suspended in the air and then thrown backwards at a tree. He slowly looked up and saw a human standing over him. He was wearing a white cloak with golden arm and ankle bracelets, and he was laughing as his men killed the other wolves. His long black ponytail blew in the wind as he stuck his arm out in front of Drak. He felt a warm, frightening sensation emitting from the tips of the man's fingers; the magic was so intense, and yet the man had complete control. Drak looked up into the sky at the big full moon… and let go of this emotions. He was in control, he had the power, and he was going to stop this monstrosity. The transformation gave Drak immense power. He quickly stood up and dodged the man's magic blast, and with all his might he slammed into his enemy with full force blowing him across the clearing. He watched as his enemies disappeared from the clearing and collapsed onto the floor passing out. That's how he spent his 25th birthday.
He woke up in a wooden bed and stood up immediately. He was disoriented and dizzy, seeing blurry spots and hearing an annoying ringing in his ears. He burst out of the building into the center of the Elven City of Isola. He had never seen an elf and didn't know how to react, so he immediately took a fighting stance. An elder approached him and somehow calmed him down. Later, it was explained to Drak that the elves found him in the forest and brought him back to be healed. He has been considered family since then.

Weapons: Drak's expertise relies on hand-to-hand and close quarters combat. He is also able to use his surroundings as his weapons. He has immense physical strength as well as skin stronger than leather. Lastly, his roar is loud enough to stun humans for at least 20 seconds.

General and special abilities: In his normal form, physical characteristics (strength, speed, stamina, etc) are already above average (e.g. His speed is as fast as Usain Bolt, etc). He has antibodies for most sicknesses as well as above average healing (something that would take 3 days to recover from would only take him one day). He has the ability to consciously transform into a werewolf-like creature (2nd form), increasing his stats even further. The drawbacks to transforming are these: 1) He has less human instinct and more animal instinct (like, 30-70) and 2) he can only do it every 3 days (the longer time between transformations, the more power he gains during the transformation). He has stealth capabilities as well as the ability to communicate with animals to provide him with support. He gains power during the night, especially when the moon is out. In the chance that there is a full moon, Drak transforms into the ultimate werewolf. He has 1% human instinct and 99% animal instinct. At this point, his stats are the highest they can be (and the highest of any existing beast).

Name: Vingar Raelan

Race: Elf

Nationality: Elven

Age and other info: 24 years old.

Description: Somewhat tall and lean. Brown hair in a backwards spiky fashion. Scars across torso. Somewhat tan. Very cheerful most of the time. Gets very serious when the situation calls for it. Forward moving; dislikes speaking of the past. Prefers not to think about religion.

General Profession: Duelist

Background info: Born to trading caravan owners. Learned the merchants' trade growing up. Left on his own when he was 15. Was noted by his friends growing up to be a brilliant strategist and a capable fighter. This was further reinforced when he trained his body in the mountains for three years until he was 19. Took up dueling soon after that.

Equipment: Somewhat expensive clothing: white open-collared shirt under a brown waistcoat covered by a half-open red velvet jacket with leather padding underneath. Brown pants. Dirtied black riding boots. Silver and emerald necklace and two small golden hoop earrings on right ear. A long silver schianova with a golden hand guard. Silver knife and stiletto hidden in boot.

General and special abilities: Master hand-to-hand combatant. Extremely skilled with both his sword and knives. Incredible senses of perception. Brilliant strategist and quick thinker. Very athletic. Knowledgeable of the world's geography and cultures.

* * Name: Oardalis (No known last name.)
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* * Race: Human
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* * Age and other info:
* * In his twenties. Time and place of birth are unknown.
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* * Description:
* * Height: 6'0 feets, medium build, fit but not overly muscular.
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* * General Profession:
* * Soldier: Rank Sergeant.
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* * Background info:
* * His mother was camp follower who died shortly after Oardlis was born. Was raised by soldiers and he ended up enrolling as one himself.
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* * Equipment:
* * Soldier's basic kit:
-Broadsword
-Heater Shield
-Ringmail
-Studded Leather Armor
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* * General and special abilities:
* * Knows how to wield most weapons efficiently.*
* * Trained and well seasoned, though young soldier. Trained to do most of the task soldiers can or need to do.*
* * Done most of the odd jobs life at soldier camp could throw at him.

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