Gysalin discussion

Full Name: Conrad Evan Hastings
Age: 29
Gender: Male

Appearance: Conrad is very tall and muscular. He has broad shoulders and long legs. His looks are half the reason he is in power. He has short brown hair with golden highlights. He has a slight tan. His eyes are a dazzling green and he is always smiling. Somehow his teeth are perfect. White and straight. He has perfect abs, and nice biceps. He does have a scar on his back that he is very self conscious about. He also had a head wound that can cause him to have random acts of violence.

Personality: He Is always smiling. It takes a lot to ruin his always happy mood. He loves talking to people. He is a terrible romantic though. He is always trying to find a wife. He can get down to business though. He seems to be able to tell if your lying. Behind closed doors he is ruthless. He kills people even if the crime was small. He is merciless in battle. He has no friends though. Everyone who talks to him is fake. He is always very lonely and sad. He is a good actor though and doesn't show it. You would have to look in his eyes to tell he is sad.

History: He was born in the slums of the castle. His mom was a whore that had him when she was young. He grew up learning to take care of himself. His mom claims that he was born from the king. One day the king cane and took him and his mother in. He learned everything he needed to know to become king. He had no siblings so he was destined to take the throne. Everyone was glad to see him become king.

Crush: Conrad is looking for a wife.

Occupation: King! Holla!!

Family: Mom-Eluzabeth Hastings
Royals- To be Announced


Other: He is a skilled fighter. He always has weapons in him. He always hunks about killing himself. He has everything, but nothing.

Full name: Jessica Jo Hastings

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Personality: Jessica maybe a princess, but she doesn't act like one. She doesn't like fancy dresses, balls, princes. She likes horseback riding. Not sidesaddle. She is, in every way possible, a Tom boy. She can be found covered in mud and grim from being in the forest. She wants to be free from the stuffy castle. Not stuck wearing a gown that makes her blush bright red.
Jessica is extremely smart, but will talk back. She hates being told what to do, and just wants to get outside. Be free to do what she wants.

Appearance: http://i.istockimg.com/file_thumbview...

Jessica has long light brown hair, that goes well with her light tan skin. She has beautiful brown eyes.

History: Jessica grew up in the village. Not a lot of money. She worked at the castle as a maid, she had a horrible boss. Jessica wasn't treated fairly. She had friends, and they weren't treat fairly either. When her uncle became king, she was happy. She still sees her friends, her family had everything they desurved. She know is in command of her old boss.

Crush: None

Occupation: She's princess

Family: Other royals and King

Other: N/A

Full Name: Casey Donavan
Age: 15
Gender: male

Appearance: curly brown hair, blue eyes.

Personality: funny, nice, makes friends easily

History: His parents are really important people and are great magicians, so a lot is expected of him. He prefers the company of people who aren't as rich as him, because he thinks they're all much nicer and less snooty.

Crush: Mercy

Family: his mom, Elizabeth Donavan his dad, Edward Donavan and his sixteen year old sister, Meredith Donavan.

Other: His parents are royals, but they weren't born that way, they just kind of made their way up the ladder.

Full Name: Eva Fairchild
Age: 14
Gender: Female

Appearance: http://cinematicpassions.files.wordpr...
She is short (5’3), skinny, and has some curves.

Personality: She is sweet, and kind to others. She would seem like a girl who would enjoy dressing up in gowns and having dinners with lords and ladies, but she really likes to be outdoors exploring and being free. If you can’t find her outside covered in mud or with sticks and leaves in her hair, than you’ll find her in the practicing room/sparing room. She loves fighting and testing her skills to their limits. She is a little shy too.

History: Her father was the king’s brother. Her mother was the daughter of the Duke of Lancaster. Eva’s mother died from an illness shortly after Eva was born. Her father died from the same illness when she was only 4 years old.

Crush: (Still don’t know)


Family: Benjamin Fairchild (deceased)
Josephine Fairchild (deceased)

Other: She is most comfortable in trousers and a tunics (men clothing), because it lets her do more things. She is forbidden of leaving the estate wearing men attire, but she occasionally sneaks out to pick up information. Her favorite thing to do is practice with her Bow (She is really good at bow and sword). She looks weak, but she is actually stronger than most men. She is gifted in the bow, the sword, and she is already quite powerful in her magical abilities.

Full Name: Aria Bernacelli (Ari as a guy)

Age: 16 in girl form (20 in guy form)

Gender: Female (In disguise as a guy)

Appearance:

Aria is gorgeous. Her long blonde hair flows around her soft face and bright blue eyes. She has soft rose lips and light pink cheeks. When she is not in disguise, she wears boy clothes, much to the disgust of any ladies in town. She is tall at 6'0, and though she has become more "manly," she is extremely graceful.

Aria uses her magic to create a glamour around herself, making her look like a guy. No one is able to see through it. It changes her voice to be deeper and makes her appear as the following. When she has her glamour on (which is almost always), she becomes an inch taller. She has messy sandy blonde hair that has a kind of care free handsomeness to it. She becomes muscled, and actually becomes as strong as her glamour looks, with strong biceps and a six pack (yush! :D). She remains with the same blue eyes and pink lips in male form- though the lips just make her look more attractive as a guy.

Personality: She is quite stronghearted and brave. She believes that women can do just as much as men, and just as well. She is almost fearless, but everyone has their weaknesses. She is a very good swordfighter as well as very good at hand-to-hand combat.

Since she has been disguised as a male (plus her history), she has become one of the guys. She loves to get dirty, and be outdoors. Fighting with the guys is really fun for her because she often wins. If they found out they were being beaten by a girl, they would be incredibly embarrassed. She loves to be around nature and animals, free from her knightly servitude.

She has an incomparably strong connection with the horses. She is a very talented horse rider, and can talk to them with her limited magic. They are her few friends at the castle besides the knights. She often takes care of the horses, grooming and feeding them. They are her family, the only ones who see a little girl through her manly glamour.

Though she appears strong, on the inside she is still just a scared little girl. She's become good at hiding her emotions. She is scared that someone will find out her secret and kill her for treason.

She is both kind and rude, depending on the attitude of the person she is talking to.

History: Aria grew up in a poor family. Her mother taught her to love, take care of, and bond with horses at a young age (4-5 years old). She became really ill and passed away days before Aria's sixth birthday.

Growing up in a household of five other boys and a father, she became quite the tomboy. She enjoyed mud between her toes, brawling with her brothers, and running with the horses. She would often come home with her hair a bird's nest, her skin covered in caked mud, her newly sewn clothes ripped in places, and smelling of dust, hay, and horses.

As her life continued, it became harder and harder to survive in her family. They were short on food and clothing. Her two oldest brothers were married off, and the dowries helped them to last a little longer. One of the dowries was a little magic, which her father entrusted with Aria.

She learned to talk with horses using her magic, and they became her best friends besides her brothers. The horses taught her how to ride in a way the horse prefers, and a special message that would allow her to ride any horse. They taught her to enjoy nature, and also gave her a few tricks to running faster.

The dowries didn't last long. Her father was forced to marry off another son, one who was too young to deal with marriage. The dowry was barely worth it. Her last two brothers were too young, all younger than she. She volunteered to join the knighthood, sending home her salary every month to her family. She used the last of her magic to learn how to use a glamour, one that allowed her to stay latent in the castle as a male. The risks were high if the royals caught her, but it was worth it to save her family. She is still doing this right now.

Crush: I'm going to wait for the story to play out.

Occupation: Knight/royal guard, stable hand?

Family: Her father, five brothers, and the horses

Other: She is the castle horsewhisperer. Can she be the stableboy too please? :)

She can change her glamour to look like anything. When she changes it, she practically becomes whatever she turns into. She doesn't know she can do this yet.

Full Name: Alyssandra Vesperrozo

Age: 19

Gender: Female

History: Long ago, there was a breed of dragon shifters. Powerful, the purest lines would rule as kings and queens, their society matriarchal. The mages—those with magical abilities, but on a much more diluted scale—and other races would come to the dragon royals with all their problems. “My crops won’t grow. I tried ‘X’ spell. What should I do?” “I need a love potion, but can’t find ‘X’ rare element. If I serve in your military, will you provide it for me?” “My neighbor’s a jerk. Will you send in an assassin for me? In return, I’ll…” Problems big and small, the draconian couple dealt with all, holding court. And they would listen, but often times, if you were not a dragon-shifter, the answer to your predicament would be a sneering, “no” followed by a, “now get the hell out of my castle!” Elitists, the race of the dragon-shifters assumes a condescending attitude to all other beings. After all, who else can ride dragons, control the beasts, even shape shift into them?

Unfortunately for them, their snobbish perspective on the rest of the world, secretive ways, and refusal to share their ancient knowledge with the rest of the world ultimately led to their downfall. Sick of the dragon-shifters, the Council of Races held a clandestine session, deciding that the dragon people were of no use to this world and in need of a good ass kicking session.

And so it went—the other races set about annihilating the dragon species. Babies were slaughtered, houses burned, fields ravaged, and all trace of the dragon species wiped out. War raged on for years, desecrating the earth. Though powerful, the dragon-shifters were few in number so every lost warrior was deeply felt.

Finally, a small band of dragon-shifters fled to the far corners of the world (one of them the seven-year-old son of the royal couple), desperate to escape certain extinction. The group broke up, some sticking together, but the vast majority dispersing.

But that was well over a millennia ago, and since then the world has forgotten, buried the old wounds it had suffered, never to recall again. Isolated, the present day dragon-shifters are a mere shadow of their former selves, the art of morphing into the revered beasts of their culture lost over the years, both from lack of knowledge as to how it is achieved, and the polluted bloodlines of marrying into other races. The ultimate disgrace.

Like in the olden days, the dragon-shifters keep to themselves, limiting interactions with the other races. Unlike before their fall, however, the dragon-shifters don’t live in a tight knit community, even cut off from each other. It’s a very, very lonely life. One filled with ghosts of what was and what would have been. Most live in fear, miserable and wistful, not even aware of when they cross other shifters, too terrified to reveal themselves.

And such was the dragon-shifters’ fall from grace.

Alyssandra is a descendant of the seven-year-old heir who had fled. Never resting, always on the go, Alyssandra has been trained for any situation, always hiding her true self and running towards her current safe haven. Though her father is a mage, it’s through her mother’s line that she traces her heritage back to the dragon-shifters.

As her father was a member of the merchant class, Alyssandra has been relatively well off, but nothing like she would have been before the attack on her race. Her father was unaware of her unique heritage, and her mother intended for it to stay that way. All he knew was that his wife and daughter would up and vanish at the occasional port, but months—in one case years—later they’d reappear, having tracked him down. An easy-going man and completely in love with his wife and brilliant daughter, he never asked. Just went with it.

One day, however, he stumbled upon his wife and daughter training. The pair had found a dragon, hatched it, and much to his disbelief his daughter was talking to the beast—and it was listening.

This news too shocking to handle, the betrayal too great, he went off to the nearest pub. There, boozing and drowning in his own self-pity, disgusted by the blatant dishonesty woven into his life, his lips became a little too loose and at some point, he must have complained to the wrong person, for less than a week later, Alyssandra’s father turned up dead in a nearby river, gutted. The inn the family was staying in was ransacked, everything overturned. Unbeknownst to Alyssandra and her mother, they walked right into the chaos—and were immediately attacked. Clawing, screaming, fighting, the women gave their assailants all that they received and then some. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

In the end, Alyssandra’s mother was killed, decapitated stroke by clumsy stroke. Something in Alyssandra snapped as her mother’s mangled body slumped to the ground, lifeless head rolling across the wood planks. Maybe it was the jeers the men made. Or how damned pleased they looked with themselves. But whatever it was, something within Alyssandra broke, raging out of her with a snarling vengeance.

And then there was fire.

On the cream curtains.

The straw mattress.

And the men.

Oh, yes, the fire most definitely did not leave the men unscathed. In deadly licks, it crawled over their bodies. Screams rent the air, the terrified howl of a man who knows his end is near.

Later, stumbling blindly through the cobbled streets, soot still staining her clothes and hair, she bumped into another girl, one who knew exactly what she was and her capabilities. Going against the instincts that had been drilled into her at birth, she accepted the other woman’s company, figuring that all was lost, that if this girl meant to betray her, better now than later.

To Alyssandra’s knowledge, in the year that has passed since they met, her companion has remained completely true to her, the only one to share the heavy burden that is the existence of an heir to a race.

Appearance: At 5’4”, Alyssandra is a small woman, but don’t let that fool you—beneath her voluptuous figure is hard muscle. And there's something about her that makes it seem like she takes up more space than she really does, that unconsciously draws the eye in her direction. Her skin is a warm almond, a result of her mixed ethnicity. In a cascade of wild curls, Alysandra’s hair arches down her back, over her slim shoulders. Her eyes change color depending on the lighting and what she’s wearing, alternating between an electric blue and gunmetal gray. If Alyssandra is taking up the role of a noble womea, one can find her in a gorgeous gowns of the most costly silk; if she’s a peasant, she wears little more than dirty rags. But she’s comfortable in anything, including trousers.


Personality: Extremely adaptable. As she’s been forced to acclimate to village to village; culture to culture; false background to false background, Alyssandra has no trouble dealing with whatever situation’s thrust upon her. She can play the gentle lady or the uneducated peasant; whichever’s necessary, though of course, she does prefer not to slaughter her tongue so thoroughly on the foul language of the peasantry. Alyssandra is arrogant, and more often than not, it shows. Curbing her tongue can just be so…hard when she knows what she is: the heir to the dragon-shifter race. She cradles that knowledge close to her heart, uses it as motivation. Her people need her. Hiding in corners, timid as mouse, is not becoming to the race of dragons. They’re greater than that, their destinies holding more meaning than sleeping in a hovel at night and bowing down to the other races. Though Alyssandra holds a small dosage of hate for the other races, for crippling her own and leaving them with nothing, she’s prudent enough to recognize that if the dragon-shifters are to retain their former glory, old scars need not be rehashed.

More than anything, Alyssandra wants to put the broken pieces of her race back together and will stop at nothing to achieve her goal. It may take years. It may take her whole life time, but she will see her dream through till the end.

Or die trying, as brutally mutilated as her ancestors.

Crush: Open, but be warned: this one isn’t likely to cozy up from the get-go. Her guard is perpetually up and she has weapons concealed within the folds of her clothes.

Occupation: Heh. Does attempting to rule a shattered kingdom count? It’s quite time-consuming, you know.

Family: Melanie Vesperrozo (mother)(dragon-shifter)—dead; Fabio Vesperrozo (father)(mage)—dead.

Other:
-You name it and Alyssandra likely knows how to do it, and better than you’ve ever seen.
-Is a dragon-shifter with diluted powers, meaning she can communicate telepathically with dragons, and control them, but can’t shape shift into one.
-As her father is a mage and her mother a dragon-shifter, you’d think that her powers would be amped up, yes? Turns out, this is not the case. Instead, the two clash, the radio stations not tuned into the same channel; the dragon within stomping out and crippling any talents she might have as a mage. In vain, she’s tried practicing, numerous times, but when it comes to that form of magic, she’s got about as much charge as a human.

Full Name: Virith "Vi" or "Viri" Eowyn

Age: Appears to be around twenty, but is at least seven-hundred years old.

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Virith has long white-blond hair that falls in waves about her middle back. Delicately pointed elfin ears peek out from her hair, matched with a finely angled facial structure. Resembling rose petals, her full lips are a rich pink color. Her skin, though pale, emits a healthy, almost moonlit glow. A gently sloped neck curves down to a small, soft figure that hides immense strength. Viri reaches about 5'6". Her eyes, fringed thickly with dark lashes, are a wine-like shade of red so dark they appear to be a warm brown that, when met with the proper light, seem to glow like an open flame. As she lives in the north, most of her clothing is lined by fur. Her movements are catlike and seem to almost restrain feral tendencies.

Personality: Virith is kind, but mostly quiet unless the mood strikes her correctly. She is a vicious fighter and defender of her people, whose existence has been denied by humans-- until they want something from the elven, of course. The thought of the ways humans have treated her kind makes Viri ill to her stomach.
She has a close connection to her environment, including both flora and fauna. She will always extend her hospitality to animals. She isn't really one to hold a grudge and will accept and return kindness to anyone. Due to being on her own, she has reaped a vast knowledge on many subjects. Viri's sense of humor is teasing and most of the time, not meant to harm, but her temper is volatile. On a bad day, she is silent.

History: Virith's mother was a princess in the Nation of Fire Elves and her father was a simple, knighted Winter Elf. They met, fell in love, and eloped. The union of a Winter Elf and a Fire Elf was highly frowned upon by the Fire Elven, so the two were hunted and the princess was banished and disowned. While on the run, the former princess gave birth to a child with rather unusual qualities, the result yielded by Fire and Winter. The small family finally escaped into the Northern lands of the Winter Elven, where the two were graciously housed and protected.
Virith grew up working with her mother, who came to run a tavern, and learning to deal with her outlandish abilities and appearance. Where the Winter children were pale like new fallen snow with light blue eyes and pale lashes, Viri's lips were red as blood and her eyes were like wine fringed with black eyelashes. Where the Winter children could control ice, Virith could create only a blue flame. Where the Winter children could not stand heat, Viri drew to it like a moth.
Which is what started the rest of her life. She grew curious one day and left her mother's side to explore. She happened upon the local blacksmith, who could not stand the flame he used to work steel and had passed out. She took the sword, bare-handed, from the fire and dragged him away from the forge. When the smith awoke he thanked the small elf profusely and asked how he could repay her. Viri requested that he take him on as an apprentice.
She learned a magic known to few elves and created masterpieces unlike any other, weapons no one had ever dreamed of. Elven of every nation began coming to see her and request weapons. Word of her skill traveled so far that even humans would seek her out. And then the royalty of the Fire Elven shattered her life.
They came to request a sword for their prince and happened upon their long-lost relative, the former princess. She was slaughtered, along with Viri's father. Viri however, was spared as the Fire Elven ruled that she had done nothing and was just the abominable result of the defective princess.
Most recently, she has been kidnapped by the guard of the human king. His advisors desire for her to make him a legendary weapon with dominating power. To say she is displeased by this would be an understatement.

Crush: Viri has been looking for a mate for two-and-one-half centuries. [Open.]

Occupation: Blacksmith

Family: Long dead as of many centuries ago.

Fun-facts:
~Despite her cool appearance, Viri is almost hot to the touch
~Her cheeks never redden
~She is immune to extreme temperatures
~If a weapon was made by her, when put to fire it will turn blue instead of red

Full Name: Roan Ordwin

Age: 24

Gender: Male.

Appearance: With wavy brunette hair, full lips, chocolatey eyes, and the sculpted body of a warrior, Roan is easily one of the more attractive men in Gysalin.

Personality: Roan is the epitome of a hard man with a soft heart. In battle, Roan is a fearless, indomitable opponent who always keeps his cool. Roan has never faced a challenge he couldn’t conquer. But in actuality, the battle rush isn’t what stirs this man’s heart. It’s the simple things: sitting in his small cabin on the edge of the woods, whittling, sculpting the delicate curves and angles; a warm bed at night; the sound of his men laughing in the great hall, the joyous sound trumpeting like nothing else that they’re hearts still beat, that they live on for future happiness. Although Roan is compassionate and tender, he does not flinch when asked to kill. He owes Gysalin the service.

History: Roan has spent the majority of his life training, always honing his swordsmanship. Nary a day passes that Roan can’t be spotted in the courtyard, training his men or practicing on dummies himself, always going into the long hours of the night. Roan holds great respect for his king, and counts himself a friend of the royal, but worries for the other man, recognizing that he’s not quite right in the head. But loyal to the extreme, Roan follows through with all his orders nonetheless.

Other than devoting almost all his waking breath’s to his kingdom and trusted sword, Roan has lived a relatively quiet life. While his father is deceased, there was nothing tragic about it; he bleed out from battle wounds, as tends to be the fate of the royal guards. Roan’s boyhood days were spent running through the fields, chasing forest animals and skipping school. More often than not, Roan would also appear in the kitchens, begging his mother for a bite to eat before, with a happy stomach, he’d scurry away, off to explore hidden passages and unknown secrets.

Occupation: Captain of the guard.

Family: His mother is the castle’s cook. His father died in service to the previous king. Both are/were mages, though Roan isn’t particularly gifted himself. But he passed the test.

Magical Status: Mage, with limited abilities, most of which he focuses on his weapons in battle.

Crush: His mother is griping at him to marry, but no woman has ever really caught his eye. He’d probably want someone pretty simple to enjoy quiet, domestic life with. Stress free. Though with the right woman, this opinion could easily change.

Other:
-Has never traveled very far from Gysalin (except occasionally to make war or threaten it).
-As Gysalin is a kingdom with its sights set on mages, Roan has limited exposure to the other races.
-Has garnered a great deal of respect from his men.

((I know—this charrie is a lot shorter description wise than my last. :P ))

Full Name: Isabella Blake (Belle)

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Luptatori/Guardian

Appearance:

She is tall and muscled, trained to fight and protect. She is 5'8, with an athletic build. She has long brown hair and startlingly blue eyes. She has soft pink lips, and is considered pretty.

She wears light leather armor underneath her trousers and burlap shirt. She wears a belt and soft leather boots, preffering a comfortable and convient outfit to an itchy dress. She does wear dresses when Aly poses as a royal. She wears an old brown cloak that was given to her by an old woman in town. She was told it will bring her good luck.

She has the build of a Luptatorian. She is tall and graceful. She has bird-like bones that are light and thin, but stronger and harder than normal ones. She has the rarest color of scales from her collarbone and shoulders to halfway down her thighs. They are a creamy white color that gleam whenever they have a chance to see sunlight. When she chooses, her large canine fangs drop into her mouth, giving her an advantage in battle.

Personality: She is an incredibly kind girl. She cares about Aly along with nature. She is passionate about protecting Aly and would put her life on the line if it meant her friend was safe. She looks weak and innocent on the outside, but under her soft skin lies hard and lean muscle. She is a fighter unlike any other the world has seen, but she is often underestimated. She is good at making friends, but if you threaten her or her loved ones, you're doomed.

She never gives up in a fight, and can be stubborn. She remains quiet around people she doesn't know, and mainly only talks to Aly. She is slow to trust, Aly being her only friend.

Battle is important to her as she was raised with it like it was her childhood friend. In it she finds peace and comfort, along with many other things. She is a luptatorian at heart, believing all of the things that they do, but just a little toned down.

History: Belle is a guardian, a secret society of mixed raced beings that keep the balance and maintain the lore. They are the only ones who remember the dragon-shifters and the fate the Council of Races ordered for them. Guardians are characterized by their startlingly blue eyes that practically glow in darkness.

Belle grew up training every second of every day. She came from the strongest background of Guardians, her potential for excellence incredible, especially since the majority of her blood was lupatatorian. She was the best in her class, mastering archery before she was 6. She was better than a swordsmaster at age 7, and she learned combat of all styles throughout the years. She had trouble learning magic. It took her 8 years to become well rounded in magic. By then she had far outpassed her classmates in everything, becoming a child prodigy.

Her parents were the two leaders of the Guardians. Her mother was a cruel woman who didn't care about her daughter, more about her people. Her father was power hungry. He only loved his daughter because of her abilities.

When Aly's father went to the pub to drown in his miseries, the Guardians received word of the man's strange tale of his wife and child. They sent Belle to investigate the problem, she being the best Guardian since the beginning. She traveled quickly by horse through rain and snow, finally running into Aly. They quickly became good friends.

Belle is both Aly's tutor and friend. She provides wisdom, friendship and guidance to her friend as she was trained to do. They are completely inseparable. When Aly poses as a woman of noble birth, Belle acts as her personal handmaid, allowing her to go into her chambers and remain by her side.

They are the only friends each other have really had, with Aly being on-the-go, and Belle having finished school years before the others. They fill the spaces in each other's hearts that their parents left. Aly always consults Belle before major desicions. Aly does not know about Belle's Guardian status, she just accepts everything that her friend is.

Crush: Not sure yet. Her protection of Aly is really important to her right now.

Occupation: Guardian

Family: Aly is like her sister, and her parents who only care about her power.

Other: None right now.

Full Name: Nymeria Fleetfoot
Age: Thirteen years old
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Nymeria Fleetfoot is a strange sort of beauty. She has curious blue eyes that always seem to be searching for something, and they are flecked with white near the pupil. She has light brown hair that is often tangled or in messy braids. Her eyebrows match, and they are slightly thicker than most. Nymeria has a cute button nose and a sweet smile, but you rarely see it. Her face is often dirtied with mud.
She isn't very tall, and is fairly skinny, which she is often teased about. She is seen wearing brown cotton pants with a blue shirt to match, normally with shortened sleeves.
She's considered pretty, but she's often so dirty that people mistake her for a young boy.
Personality: Nymeria is a strong and bold soul, her linage making her proud, though she can never admit it. She speaks her mind a bit too often, which gets her into more trouble than needed.
Nymeria is exceedingly loyal to her close friends and family. If you want anyone for a companion, its her. But through her few years she has become a great liar, but once you pass that outer shell of her's she'll be honest. But it takes a liar to know a liar, therefore she can also see through the most believable untruth.
She is often compared to boys, and therefore takes it as a challenge to do better than them. She practices sword fighting every day, and has beaten a few other kids at fake matches. She dislikes the regal women, as she thinks they simply do whatever they are told, and, as she puts it, "don't have any brains for themselves". She can be seen giving evil eyes to any women wearing fancy clothing. It's a bad habit.
Nymeria (as states above) truly loves her family, but it is hard for her to show it. She gets along in an awful way with her mother, and hates being around her. Though she would give her life to protect her. But her heart is dedicated to her dragon, Nymph. The two get along very well, and cannot and will not be separated.
Overall, Nymeria can often be slightly mean, but she means well.
History: Nymeria was born to a young peasant girl, daughter of a once brave knight. But he had been married, and therefore Nymeria was an illegitimate child. But as she mostly knew it, a "bastard".
But not only was she born out of disgrace, but she was also born into a very disrespected family. Fleetfoot was the name given to a young knight. He was once brave and bold, but during his greatest battle he fled, for in fear of death. The name Fleetfoot was cast upon him in shame.
Nymeria grew up with her mother in a small but nice house. Her father would sometimes visit when she was younger, but since she has grown his meetings with her have vanished.
As she got older, her mother had another illegitimate daughter, named Afia. Afia had golden locks and beautiful brown eyes, and her mother loved her with all her heart. She tried to dress up both her daughters in the wealthy jewels and clothes she would earn from sleeping with other men, but only Afia would wear them the longest. Nymeria would simply wear some old boys clothes, because they were much more comfortable.
At the age of ten Nymeria got in a huge fight with her mother, and her mom decided to sent her to the stables to live. "If you wish to act like a barn animal, live in a barn." Those were her words. Nymeria gladly agreed.
After another year in the stables, a knight had approached her. It was her father, but he was now rather old and poor looking. He had a small talk with her, before handing her a dragon egg. He apologized for never being in her life much, then told her he had to leave. She hasn't seen him since.
Two months later her dragon egg hatched into a beautiful thing, and they've been attached ever since.
Crush: None.
Occupation: A stable girl. Could she be in training by Aria?
Family: Afia (sister), Kayla (mother)
Other: Her dragon, Nymph, is a pretty shade of blue. She is the size of falcon, and perches on Nymeria's shoulder often.
Nymeria has since learned a spell that makes Nymph big enough to ride when needed, and she uses it often.

Full Name: Varian O'Malley
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Varian is a handsome young man, but he isn't as built up as most. He's very tall and has some muscle on him, but only from lifting hefty dragon eggs.
He has shaggy black hair that falls over his eyes, which is a shame, because he eyes are a electrifying green color. His hands often have burn marks on them from work, and he has a few scars down his arms and lower legs.
Varian is often seen wearing rough green burlap pants with another baggy green shirt to match. He wears dragon hide fingerless gloves all day every day, and has a rare dragon tooth necklace from a rare breed.
Personality: Varian is a nice boy, and fairly kind. Though he's very comical, and uses sarcasm to his advantage. But his charming personality often gives him his way with sales. He loves to read and write, and is also considered a scribe. His drawing skills are sub-par, but good enough for his notes.
Varian knows everything about dragons. He knows their history, what they eat, each breed, what they drink, what habitat they live in, the best way to cure a sick one, everything. He is, in a way, the unofficial dragon expert of the kingdom. He has actually been invited into the palace to help some of the more regal folk train their own dragons, or give medical attention to them.
Varian doesn't mind his higher ups, and respects anyone who lives in the castle, though he might tease them every now and then. Varian himself is fairly rich (being the main owner of the only dragon hatchery for miles), but he prefers to save his money for trading and selling dragon eggs. He isn't materialistic in the slightest.
History: Varian was raised in a dragon hatchery. Over 200 years old, O'Malley's Dragon Hatchery has been a family-run business since it's start. His family had a second story to the Hatchery with a few rooms in it, which they used as a house. He lived with his mother, father, and grandfather.
When Varian was around five, his grandfather grew too old to manage the trading business of the Hatchery, which was simply traveling around and buying the best breeds of dragon. His parents took over the job, and Varian was basically raised by his grandfather. His parents come home every six months to drop off all the fancy new eggs they have obtained, and stay at home for three weeks before leaving.
Varian grew up beside dragons his whole life, and has even obtained the extremely rare talent of being able to communicate with them in a telepathic way. Yet the talent is so rare that he can only do this with dragons he really bonds with. One dragon he grew extremely close to, a Ember dragon. He named the creature Inferno, and they have never left each others side since.
For the past three years Varian has been the soul owner of O'Malley's Hatchery, and now obtains the deed for it. His grandfather normally spends his time making the sale transitions, or hatching a few dragons, but not much.
Crush: Open, but he's more dedicated to his dragons than girls.
Occupation: Owner of O'Malley's Dragon Hatchery
Family: Hamus O'Malley (Grandfather), Gemma O'Malley (Mother), Samwise O'Malley (Father)
Other:
O'Malley's Hatchery
O'Malley's Hatchery is a charming little place. They take part in the breeding, training, and hatching of dragons. The finest people come from near or far to obtain dragon eggs or dragons, as you can choose either or. They sell both inexpensive dragons and the rarest breeds of all time. Some people come just to look at the amazing eggs.
Inferno
Inferno is Varian's dragon, a Black Ember being the breed. Here is a passage describing them out of Varian's handwritten scribe book:
"Ember dragons have a great affinity for hot environments. While they themselves are not hot to the touch, their tendency to lurk amongst smoldering ashes has caused many to believe they are fire-starters. Their dully glowing markings serve many purposes; acting as a means of identification between individuals, as an important part of mating displays, and as a way of showing aggression. The long, low build of the breed makes them ungainly in flight, and the thick fleshy membranes of their wings hinder them further. As such, it is rare to see an ember dragon take to the air. Ember dragons are also not particularly sociable; females tend to be defensive, whereas males are more aggressive. Once they have settled with a particular group dragons, ember dragons are incredibly loyal and will defend their pack with any means possible."

Full Name: William (Will) Lackhand
Age: 13
Gender: male

Appearance: messy brown hair, freckles, brown eyes.

Personality: He's often deep in thought with his mind in a whole other world, although it doesn't affect his work any. He's pretty nice.

History: He was born without his left hand, hence his last name. His mother died seconds after he was born, and his father was off at war at the time, so he was taken in by neighbors. They soon heard that his father had died in battle, making Will an orphan. The neighbors were kind and raised him until he was eight, but they already had a large family and couldn't take care of him anymore. They sent him off to the castle to be a servant.

Crush: Nymeria

Occupation: He does odd jobs around the castle, sometimes as a scullery boy, sometimes in the stables, etc.

Family: deceased.

Other: Although he only has one hand he can still do most things that boys with two can do.

Full Name: Isaac Johnson
Age:14
Gender: Male

Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, 5ft 10in, Broad shoulderd and well musculed

Personality:He is verry friendly and athletic, loves playing sports and working out. he dosen't care if your gay or straight, or if you have health problems, he will still be your friend

History: He was born a villiger but he traind himself and became a warior

Crush:None

Family:His mom and dad live in the villege

Other:He has a double bladed sword that can come apart to make two swords

Wow. For once there's a decent amount of guys.

Full Name: Evren Perkins

Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance: He's sort of short for his age and is quite built because of the hard work as a blacksmith. He has longish, mostly straight coppery brown hair, light tanned skin, and his eyes are a dark blue.

Personality: He only trusts his sister, but once someone gets to know him he opens up. He's quiet, but mostly because he has nothing to say. He can be kind and gentle, and he likes to make things in his own free time at the forge. He's protective of his twin. His personality might change, depending on who I rp with, but I visualize him as strong, quiet, but soft and kind when need be.

History: Him and his sister grew up in their village peacefully, playing with the other village kids. One day, when he and his sister were exploring, she fell, scraping her cheek (leaving a scar) and she almost drowned, but Evren was able to save her. He has become more protective of her since. He goes about life in an average way.

Crush: Open

Occupation: Blacksmith's apprentice

Family: His twin sister (Vanamo) and his parents, and one grandfather (his mother's father)

Other:

Full Name: Vanamo (VAH-nah-maw) Perkins
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Appearance: Similar to her twin, she has dark blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and coppery brown hair, except hers is a shade darker. It comes down in loose waves to her shoulder blades. She has a open, gentle face. She's not exactly beautiful, but she's pretty in her own way. She is short as well and on the dainty side, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have muscle.

Personality: She's more open than her brother and comes across as warm, friendly, and sweet. She is sharp-witted, bookish, and fun around friends. She doesn't know what the real world is like, but she wants to explore it (and so does her brother, though secretly). She is a great friend and will help out any way she can.

History: She and her brother grew up in their village peacefully, playing with the other village kids. One day, when she and her brotherr were exploring, she fell, scraping her cheek (leaving a scar) and she almost drowned, but Evren was able to save her. She lives an average life.

Crush: Open

Occupation: Helps out in the bakery and works as an assistant in an apothecary

Family: Her twin brother and her parents

Other: She has a scar on her right cheek.

Full Name: Anastasia Kevadragelen
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: She is shy at most times but will speak when spoken to. When she is not busy being a servant she will go outside onto the castle grounds and lay in the grass and watch the clouds. She can sometimes get angry very easily when someone speaks bad about her or her friends. When she walks outside she leaves little flowers in her wake.

History: Anastasia is half elf who was born in Alalëa, a small grassland where happiness is amidst her people. She would train with her father and her friends with her sword., that was passed down through generations to her.

She also learned her power of earth that was blessed unto her from her goddess Danu. Danu is the Earth Goddess and has bestowed her gift upon Anastasia. She practiced everyday when she wasn't cooking or doing sword lessons with her father. Until one a horrible dragon, named Alduin, came and burned her homeland down, family and all. She was the only one left so she fled to the kingdom to find solitude.When she arrived she had to take a test, and with her Goddess's blessing, she passed the test gracefully. She doesn't like to sleep, because she would have nightmares of that dragon. But she vowed that she will hunt down this Alduin, the world eater, and slay him. Throughout the years, she has leaned the tongue of the dragons and has become friendly with a few of them.

Crush: A little one on the king, Varian O'Malley, and Roan Ordwin

Occupation: Servant

Family: Deceased, orphan,

Full Name: Mercedes Aurther (Mercy)
Age: 14 years
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Mercy is a very pretty girl. SHe has straight red hair, with bangs that sweep over on of her eyes. She has hazel-green eyes and freckles splayed across her face and arms. She has very fair skin, which makes her hair stand out even more. She wears little make-up, which included some eye-shadow, some eyeliner, and a little bit of blush. She has light pink lips. She wears glasses most of the time, but she thinks of them more as a fashion statement than needing them to see.

Personality: Mercy has a bundle of a personality. She is kind and loves to make her friends happy. She is a concentrated student, and tries not to get mad often. When she does get frustrated, she yells, loud. She will scream at the top of her lungs, and will be vicious. Don't get on this girl's bad side, because she may look fragile, but she can break you in two if she has to. She can be shy around those of high importance, and will mess with her glasses or hair. She is really charming, though she doesn't know it. Most guys flirt with her, but she just gets really nervous around them. Around her friends she is outgoing and fun. Sometimes, she may be a little unpredictable. But, like jellybeans, Mercy is a bumdle of flavors. :)

History: Mercy used to be extremely shy. People used to pick on her for her red hair and pale skin. Then, she got prettier and prettier until the teasing stopped. She soon was not as shy around everyday people, and very outgoing. She still has a little of her old personality when she is around people of high importance or boys. She still works hard on her magic training, and is a little nerdy when is comes to studying for her magic. Her parents had died of old age, and she still has one younger sister. At about the age of 12, her older brother got killed for not passing the magic test. Her brother was a jock, and picked on Mercy, so Mercy, with a cold heart, thought it was for the better. Mercy does her best not to become like her brother and hopes to pass the test. She also does everything she can to help her little sister.

Crush: Please?
Occupation: N/A

Family: Mother and Father (Dead)
Brother (Dead)
Kite (Little Sister)

Other: I might improve this later. I will be making her little sister.

Full Name: Kiterina Marie Aurther (Kite)
Age: 9 years, almost 10.
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Kite is a small girl, even for her age. She has a small waist, and is very skinny. Though most 10 year-olds aren't classified as pretty, Kite is one of the very few who are. She has freckles like her sister, as well as pale skin. She has blue eyes and blonde hair, like her mother used to. Kite's hair comes to her shoulders and is very wavy. She has light pink lips, like her sister. She has long eyelashes, that define her blue eyes even more. She is a beautiful girl, but she pales in comparison to her older sister.

Personality: Kite is very outgoing. She can be shy around those of high importance, which she got from her sister. She hasn't fully grown to know the consequences of not passing the magic test, so she is still very young in maturity. She has an intelligent mind, but doesn't really like to brag about it. She relies on the safeness of her sister to keep her sane wehn bad things happen. She doesn't exactly know what to do in situations of emergency, which is expected from a nine year old. She is learning from her sister, Mercy, though. Kite, around her friends, family, and even complete strangers is very outgoing, and can get a little sassy if you annoy her. The only people she isn't very outgoing around is again, people of high importance. Unlike her sister, she has no problem talking to boys. Because, at her age, she still believes boys have cooties.

History: Kite, unlike her sister, wasn't bullied. Because of her 'beauty' she was respected among kids her age. She looked to her sister for advice when things went wrong, and her sister was always there when Kite felt like she needed to cry. Mercy would dry Kite's tears and always had something to say to make her feel better. Mercy would even stay up all night when Kite was sick. Even though Kite's parents loved her very much and Kite loved them back, she thought of Mercy as her mother. When Kite's brother died, Kite was kept from knowing. They told her he was in an accident and was killed from that. From the way Mercy reacted, Kite doubted what her parents were saying. Kite still doesn't know what happened, but no one will tell her. She doesn't care, she goes on living her life. When her parents died, she was sad for about a month, but then went on with her life. She had a happy life, and loves when Mercy helps her with anything.

Crush: Open

Occupation: N/A

Family: Mother and Father (Dead)
Brother (Dead)
Mercy (Older sister)

Other: I might improve this later.

Full Name: Zaturos Genosumi
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Appearance: http://samlib.ru/img/d/dej_k/msword-2...

Personality: He has a quiet and restrained attitude.

History: He had his family slaughtered as well as all his friends when he was 5 years old. He has spent his entire life training under the sword since then. When he was 12, he began learning he could use his Ki, and most people shunned him for witchcraft. He can summon fire on his blade, which is quite handy in cutting metal. He ended up marrying a woman at 18, and finally killed the culprits of his family's loss at 19. He now works as a sellsword, and finally made it to the castle.

Wife: Deanna

Occupation: Sellsword

Family: None exist anymore.

Full Name: Amita Lefure
Age: 27
Gender: female

Appearance:

Amita has curly black hair and is typically seen in the latest fashions.

Personality: harsh and cruel. If you meet her in public she'll come off as nice, but the more you get to know her the more you'll see her real personality.

History: She was raised in a family of strong supporters of the king, who believed that any who could not use magic were scum and should be executed. She grew up to become one of the people who test people to see if they have magic.

Crush: The King

Occupation: She tests people to see if they can use magic.

Family: her mother and her father

Other:

Full Name: Accalia Fawnstep
Race: Elf
Age: 150 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Accalia is very beautiful, like most elves she was born with natural grace and charm, though it seems to have rubbed off over the years.
She has spent most of her life in the summer land areas, where there is no such thing as winter. Her skin is a very tan, a light caramel color. Accalia's hair frames a heat-shaped face, and is a bleached blonde, almost white. It's straight, with no curls, but a bounty of feathers have been woven into it. She has bright blue eyes that can stare daggers into your heart, or make you feel warm and welcomed. The choice is yours. Normally a blue circle to match is painted around her eye, adding to her tribal look.
Accalia wears tanned pants, worn in the thigh area from riding so much. A skirt that goes to her thighs runs over it, in a more pretty way that one would think. A woven tank top is what she wears for a shirt, and it shows her midriff, and is tied around her neck in a fabric that is braided. Sturdy boots go over her pants, giving her a really nice appearance.
Personality: Accalia is an Earth elf, from what her people call the Summerlands. Unlike the other types of elves, Earth elves are known for being very in-touch with the earth. With that, Accalia has a rough personality, and doesn't really get along well with people besides her own.
She is the definition of a strong leader. She would give anything to help her people, even if it means giving her own life. She can work with deals and exchanges well, but she prefers to talk via actions rather than wit, though she is bright. She does have a bit of an anger issue. Her homeland is peaceful, and she hates the violent ways of the Notherners. But she knows a good soul when she sees one, and can tell which ones are to trust and which ones not to.
Accalia has a deep connection with all animals, and can almost communicate with them in her own way. She hates people who disrespect them and the Earth, and will always advocate for them.
Overall, Accalia is nice, yet very strong-hearted.
History: Accalia was born into an Earth tribe, easily compared to today's Native Americans. They live in small teepees and huts, and use horses for transportation. Her father was the chief of the tribe, and she currently is the princess. But until her father passes, she is only in training.
At a young age, like all elves, she was given her own elven horse, a colt named Chevayo. Long life was granted upon him, and the two are extremely well bonded. Nothing very interesting has happened to her, but she was sent to the North to study the humans and their strange ways, so in case there is every a war, she will have a slight advantage.
Crush: None.
Occupation: Princess to a southern Summerland tribe.
Family: Father and mother.
Other: She has a horse named Cheveyo and a ferret named Kyo.

Full Name: Russet Clyde

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Magical Capabilities: Very talented mage. In his younger days, he was a slouch at school, not particularly giving two figs, but when it came time to take his test, he passed with flying colors, proving to be one of the strongest mages of his generation.

Appearance: You guessed it…a ginger. Go on. Make your ‘begone devil!’ jokes. Because it won’t matter when Russet screws you five ways to hell. Ahem. To continue with his appearance…Russet is at the peak of his physical capabilities. With the lot he hangs around with, you have to fight to survive and it shows in the way Russet moves, holding that animal grace that only a seasoned fighter, perpetually on his toes, can achieve. With eyes a piercing blue, Russet sometimes appears to be looking right through you, stripping you raw, and assessing what’s leftover. Light stubble dusts his jaw and neck. His copper locks fall in waves from a center part. Overall, the picture below is an accurate representation.

More often than not, Russet can be found wearing clothes in browns and greens or blacks, forest colors, all the better for sneaking.


Russet in his normal outfit: (Note: all details are accurate, down to gloves he has on here)(view spoiler)[
Russet’s armor: (Note: he doesn’t always wear this, but when he does, oftentimes it’s because he wishes to shed the layers of the other outfit (besides, you know, wanting added protection,) and will wear this sans shirt.) (hide spoiler)]

Personality: One of Russet’s dominating characteristics is his intelligence. Stupid people are the bane of his existence. If you’re going to play the fool, get the hell out of his presence. Only if you serve other means, will Russet suffer you breathing his air. Russet is the kind of man who trims off all the deadweights in his life, keeping everything clean and concise. Although Russet’s career choice isn’t the most exemplary, he’s not all bad. He makes jokes. Sometimes. Though they can get a bit macabre, that doesn’t matter, right? Can’t hate a man with a sense of humor.

History: Like all the good little boys in Gysalin, Russet went to the magic school, slept through classes, played hookie, and managed to show astounding talent on the big day. Always a bit on the trouble maker side, he clouded another student’s powers (Dude. He insulted the hair. Don’t go there.) during his test, nearly getting the other teenager killed, before easing up so that the student could prove that he wasn’t inept and blah-blah- pass, smiles, yay. (The test had been way too somber for Russet’s taste, anyways.)

From there, Russet continued half-assing his way through life, declining various scholarships and offers to study abroad, hone his gifts, join the army, preferring to keep a watchful eye on his family. When the world’s filled with selfish assholes, someone needs to.

Presently, Russet spends his time frequenting the pub, harassing travelers in the woods, playing card games with thieves and other questionable characters, and practicing his magic.

Crush: As long as you wear a skirt, Russet’s game. (Unfortunately for Russet, this philosophy has gotten him in a few awkward situations…You just can’t always tell from behind, okay?!)
But really. Russet prefers to skip the mess of relationships, and keep things simple. No woman has ever set his world on fire, and if none ever does, this pattern will continue.

Occupation: Bounty hunter, leader of rag-tag group of bandits in the woods, with the right price, Russet will serve as an assassin, but prefers to stay out of that business. Revenge is a nasty bitch, after all.

Family: Amber Sutton; younger half-sister (product of mage and human match)
Miranda Sutton-Clyde; mother (mage)
Father (mage) (deceased)
Burt Sutton; step-father (human, his sister’s father)

Other:
-Russet does not stand for unnecessary violence from his men. Those who commission his talents normally desire clean packages, anyway, preferring to omit the seediness of their methods.
-Russet’s little sister (of yet, unnamed) is the most important person in the world to him.
-His father died on the king’s orders.
-Though it isn’t a necessity considering his magic, Russet likes to be prepared and as such keeps various weapons on his person, including, but not limited to two foot-long knives in his belt and a crossbow.

Full Name: Jester Plays

Age: 15 years old

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality: Being the only child of the family, Jester loves to have his friends and companions by his side. He's very smart, although he doesn't really want to show others about it. It isn't really a big deal for him. He's the type of guy who comes and goes, happy-go-lucky kid. But every time his emotional side hits him, he immediately breaks down to pieces. Love isn't really his priority...but is open if ever.

History: Ancient Magic is their family's proud heritage for hundreds of years. His kinsmen enters competitions and war games in their monarchical lands. They conquer, attain the riches, and boast their freedom of choices. That made Jester disdain his lineage ever since he was born. He hated it. The Plays had lived their whole life in Gysalin and never made contact from the outside world.

Crush: Jester looks at the person's personality, and not on the appearance

Family: Had his whole family left back home.

Other: Being a powerful mage, he's really feeble when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. It's his flaw. But he has a vicious yet tamed pet tiger, Snowball. He doesn't usually takes him out for a walk or so, and Snowball seems okay with it. They don't usually see each other exactly. Sometimes, when Jester is in need for help, Snowball quickly comes to his master's aide:
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Full Name: Jaromir Woodward
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Appearance:
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Jaromir has the signature blue eyes of a Guardian. He's around 6'2" and has a lean, muscular built. He has medium length, wavy, brown hair. He doesn't exactly look like this picture, but I'm using this guy's image as inspiration for my character's appearance.

Personality: Jaromir is a hardened man. He needed to push out memories of his sister (who is still living and never knew what happened to him) and his parents. Since he joined the Guardians, he became focused only on his duty and becoming the best at what he does best, magic. Now that he's roaming about, observing, he is against the injustice in society and he wants to fight to make things fair. He isn't mean, but he's stoic. He is only warm around comrades and friends, which are few due to his job.

History: His father, a great knight, has lived through the wars that occurred in Gysalin and he married his childhood sweetheart, his mother who was an adept mage. Jaromir was raised along with his sister in a happy home. Jaromir's father always taught his son self-defense and when Jaromir excelled above those in his class, he was approached by the Guardians(he was around age 9). Soon after he accepted to be trained, his parents succumbed to illness and died. He couldn't take care of his sister, especially with his training, so she went to his grandfather and he threw all he had to train. At first, he was clumsy compared to others at his age training to become a Guardian, but he soon excelled in magic, becoming quite powerful. From there, Jaromir managed to become a fully capable Guardian, specializing in magic but able to use any weapon.

Crush: Open

Occupation: Guardian

Family: His parents passed away from an illness, but he has a younger sister who stays with his grandfather on his father's side.

Other:

Full Name: Amber Sutton

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Magical Capabilities: Mage, almost abysmally weak.

Appearance: Like her brother, Russet, Amber is a ginger, hair falling in tousled waves around her pale shoulders. Her eyes are a sweet baby blue, rising over a cute button nose. When Amber smiles, it’s all adorable innocence, unadulterated by the corruptions of the world. The teenager’s frame is slim and willowy, rising to a height of 5’2”, limbs almost birdlike in their petite-ness.


Personality: Amber is a very soft-hearted girl, the kind that dreams in sunshine and clouds. All she wants in the world is for everyone to get along, for all the pain to evaporate. And she clings to these hopes while dreading the future, awaiting the next blow. Because despite her young age and overall optimistic outlook on life, she knows it will come. Amber is smarter than the average fifteen-year-old, plucking knowledge like its flowers in a meadow. Normally filled with cheerful life, Amber grows ever fearful the closer her sixteenth birthday dawns, aware of how pathetic her magical talents are. But Amber’s the type of girl who will force a smile, even if she doesn’t feel it, in the face of terror. Her brother always tells her fear is only as big as you let it become.

History: Amber has not lived a pleasant life. For starters, she’s on the famine side of poor, sometimes going a few days without food. Every crumb is a little treasure to her. Secondly…Well, her father is not exactly what one would call ‘nice’. Or warm. Or loving. Cruel, harsh, abusive, and alcoholic are much more accurate terms. Remember how I said Amber always knows the next blow is on its way? That’s a lesson her father taught her. Be prepared to flinch. Lastly, Amber’s lack of magical talent has made her life a constant struggle since she started school, always behind the other students. The worst part is that she understands the technical aspects of it, the how and why, but every time, her body fails her, wherever her magic flows from clogged worse than a dam. And she tries, so, so hard…But always in vain, her labors worthless.

Crush: At the moment, Amber is much more focused on her upcoming test than boys.

Occupation: In school; sews to help her mother make money.

Family: Russet Clyde (half-brother)(mage)
Miranda Sutton-Clyde (mother)(mage) (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Burt Sutton (father)(human) (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Other:
-Russet is her role model.
-Is vaguely aware of Russet’s career choice, knowing the gist of it, but kept in the dark over the specifics.

Full Name: Nakhal
Age: 21 Years
Gender:
Race: Luptatorian
Appearance: Nakhal has an ebony skin tone, with chocolate brown eyes. He has shoulder-length black hair that is often kept in a ponytail or various braids of some sort. His traditional Luptatorian scales are almost the same color of his skin, but it is slightly lighter, but it gives the illusion that he doesn't even have scales at all, as they blend in so easily.
Like most of his kind, his build is very strong and muscular, and he is extremely intimidating to the eye.
He keeps his canines hidden the majority of the time, and only uses them in serious combat. In fact, he hasn't used them in such a long time that his gums have formed a layer over them, and it is extremely painful for him to show them now.
Nakhal normally wears a pair of baggy cotton pants, and nothing else. His kind normally rely on themselves for weapons, and their scales for armor, so he sees no need to wear silly metal suits. He doesn't wear shoes, either, and has formed calluses on his feet. He has a large gash on his arm, but has since healed and is now a light pink line.
Personality: Nakhal is a simple human, but not in the way one would think. Yes, he does love to watch a good gruesome battle with blood and guts, but he loves to study also. But he does not take interest in science or math, no. Nakhal loves war history. He spends most of his free time pouring over history scribe books, or traveling to learn more. He uses it to his advantage in battle, and he feels it makes him a better fighter.
He is a gravely serious man, and hardly anyone has seen him smile. He doesn't like comedy very much, and hates people who don't pull their load.
Nakhal hasn't had a traumatizing life experience, or some horrible past, in fact he's had the most plain life ever. Not in a bad sense; he has enjoyed his time living thoroughly, but that means he isn't the most developed person.
He is extremely loyal, though, and would die for his people. Being a more educated person of his kind, he is known for speaking up for what he believes in, no matter what the cost. Although he despises humans, he respects all other races.
History: Nakhal was born to a loving mother and father, and has an older brother and younger sister. He went through a normal childhood, but has always been more interested in war history. He was always an excellent fighter, but instead of teaching combat he thought that the students would benefit more from battle tactics from times past.
Once he was grown, he became a teacher. Later in life he met his wife, Najeem, and the two were wed last year.
Recently his higher-ups have decided to cancel the battle history lessons unless he found more information to use during the class. He recently left to find more books on wars, and received a letter last month from his wife stating that she is pregnant. He longs to go home, but knows that if he returns with no new information, he will lose both his job and his income. To make sure he doesn't use up all of their savings in cash, Nakhal has taken up a temporary job as a combat teacher in Gysalin so he can fund his research.
Crush: Najeem
Occupation: Teacher in his homeland, and temporary combat teacher in Gysalin.
Family: Najeem (wife), Unborn baby (offspring)
Other:

Full Name: Lucian James

Age: 72

Gender: Male

Magical Capabilities: Mage, dabbles in darker arts. (Bags, if you and Althea approve—maybe Lucian is the cause for your zombie race. Experiment gone wrong in his younger days.)

Appearance: Sharp, cuttingly intelligent blue eyes. Wrinkles pinch Lucian’s aged face. Commonly, a soft, pleasant smile ghosts his lips. Overall, Lucian is a very small man, only about 5’6” and rail thin. Don’t let that fool you.

Heavy robes of the aristocracy drape his frail frame.

Personality: Lucian is like a bad apple; while the outside may appear smooth and waxy, sweetness laying behind the skin, the moment that top layer is peeled away, you find you have a mouthful of brown, decaying fruit. And if you’re unlucky enough, you’ll even find a writhing worm, freshly severed by bite marks. Lucian likes to play up the doddering, refined gentleman, frail and weak, but in actuality, his limbs hold surprising veracity and when he sinks his teeth into something, Lucian becomes incredibly tenacious, stomping out anything that gets in his way with a effective, shattering viciousness. Lucian is not a man you want to cross. If you do, it’s likely you’ll disappear, never to be found again. Not alive, at least.

History: Though Lucian has the tendency to act like royalty runs through his veins, this is not the case in the least. In fact, his origins were of the incredibly impoverished. But with a mixture of charisma, ambition, and intelligence, Lucian has managed to make the world forget this fact, thinking him a noble.

Crush: Considering all the charries are in their twenties or teens, it would appear quite obscene for Lucian to crush on any of them.

Occupation: The king’s top adviser/counselor. One would consider him the king’s second in command, running Gysalin while Conrad is otherwise indisposed. However, Lucian believes in “giving back to the community” and so he serves as one of the teachers, monitoring the little one’s magical abilities.
So he’ll know who to kill when the day comes.

Family:All passed away by now. He’s a widower.

Other:

Full Name: Rowan Aquila

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Magical Capabilities: As Rowan is a rather opinionated elf, she does not dabble in asinine(sorry about that, it's her opinion) magic. However, she does have great skill with a dagger and sword (she usually does not bother with bows and her aim is typically awry). Her last name is also rightly fitting, as she has an eagle eye and is capable of spotting miniscule disruptions up to several miles away.

Description: Rowan is slim and tall, with a cataract of long pure-white locks. She has hard, stormy gray-coloured eyes flecked with silver. Although Rowan is considered beautiful, she has a constant expression of haughtiness and aloofness on her face, severe, arched eyebrows, and unnaturally pale ivory skin.

Photo:

Personality: Rowan is rather arrogant and does have a slight bit of a superiority complex. She is very independent and shuns most society save for that of her elven community. Though very clever and intelligent, she displays only highfalutin-like silences when spoken to by one she does not respect.

History: Rowan is obviously a loner, but has quite a good reason for being unfriendly and cold: Her beloved older sister was abducted by a pack of vicious werewolves when she was a mere child. Her mother was murdered by enemy soldiers when she was nine, and her father passed away when invaders brought a deadly ailment with them to her village. After emerging from her various tragedies, she was a hardened and unfeeling person, with a disdainful aura and frosty demeanor.

Crush: Many a man has attempted to court her, but she has shunned their advances and sent them back to their villages covered in injuries and full of dejection.

Family: Rowan has no family, but she can trace her lineage through centuries of great leaders and wise scholars.

Full Name: Meredith Donavan
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: Her eyes a blue-ish green color, but mostly green. She is of average height and has kept up her fitness quite well. Her hair is a darker brown than her brother's and she didn't inherit the curly hair.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDe6DA0-_Do...

Personality: Generally she is a fun, happy person, but when she gets worried or stressed, she comes off as too serious. She is a loyal and kind friend. If the instance ever occurred where she had to put up herself for the sake of other's she would take the opportunity. She gets into a trouble a lot because she bends the rules and with the addition of being a terrible liar, she has had many punishments.

History: Same as her brother's.

Crush: Open

Occupation: Nope. Not an adult yet.

Family: Her father, Edward, and mother, Elizabeth, and her younger brother, Casey.

Other: Her greatest fear is to be in a situation where she can't help others and that she is too afraid to fight any monster.

Full Name: Janelle Woodward
Age: 17
Gender: female

Appearance:

Personality: quiet when talking to people that she doesn't know yet. She can be fierce, but she typically keeps that part of herself secret and pretends to be a typical girl.

History: Her father, a great knight, has lived through the wars that occurred in Gysalin and he married his childhood sweetheart, her mother who was an adept mage. Janelle was raised with her brother in a happy home till their parents died. Her brother couldn't take care of her, so he left her with their grandfather to live.

Crush: open

Occupation: none

Family: Her parents, who are dead, and her brother, Jaromir, and her grandfather.

Other:

Ruth wrote: "Full Name: Janelle Woodward
Age: 17
Gender: female

Appearance:

Personality: quiet when talking to people that she doesn't know yet. She can be fierce, but she typically keeps that part of herse..."

I like her name. ^_^

Dani wrote: "If it helps any, we could consider her hair a rich, dark brown...For terranian."

No, it's okay. I'll adjust the description to a Winter Elf's and change the photo.

Description: Rowan is slim and tall, with a cataract of long pure-white locks. She has hard, stormy gray-coloured eyes flecked with silver. Although Rowan is considered beautiful, she has a constant expression of haughtiness and aloofness on her face, severe, arched eyebrows, and unnaturally pale ivory skin.

Photo: http://wallpaperpassion.com/upload/13...

I hope that's okay!

Full Name: Amilee Satrr (Ami)
Age: 14 years old
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Ami is a pretty girl, though she would not classify herself as one. She has dark brown hair and very pale skin. She likes to keep her hair long, and it often gets in her eyes. She constantly tucks her hair behind her ears to keep it from doing so. She has a smile, that when she does smile, looks dazzling and calming. Her eyes are a hazel color, with gold flecks near the pupil. She has light pink lips. Her appearance resembles that of a fairy's.

Personality: Ami is a quiet girl. She is often compared to her twin, Valentina, who is the complete opposite. Ami is devoted to studies, for she is in great fear of not passing her magic test. Ami is strikingly shy, and it is one of her most charming features. She is also not very trusting of people who are mean. She isn't very strong, so she relies heavily on her magic to protect her. She has a very quiet and kind personality. Don't get her wrong, she may be shy, but she will be your best friend if you find trust in her.

History: Ami was born with her twin sister on a sunny Autumn day. Her sister and herself had dark brown hair, though there was nothing else in common about the two. Ami's older sister Autumn was sitting outside, playing with cornhusk dolls. Their mother, sadly died during their birth. Their father, who looked a hundred years older, payed some attention to them, but not much. When Ami and Val were two, and Autumn was three their father went for a walk in the forest. Their grandmother watched them. After a day of their father not returning, their grandmother called the for a search. They found their father, who had killed himself, in a small river. The three went on to live with their Grandparents, who raised them. The girls were not kept from the harsh reality. The three girls cried themselves to sleep for endless nights. Autumn was the first to move on. She helped her sisters, doing all she could to get their lives back to normal. Their grandparents recently passed on, but they weren't thatupset. They have moved on from all of the deaths in their family, but they still are scarred from it all.

Crush: Open
Occupation: Nope.

Family:
Autumn Satrr (Sister, 15 years old)
Valentina Satrr (Twin (Not identical), 14 years old)
PArents both dead. Father killed himself.

Other: :)

I like you're charrie. ^_^

Thanks. :)

Full Name: Caralie Penelope Jones
Age: 17
Gender: F

Appearance: http://weheartit.com/entry/50606693/v...

Eye color--A brilliant but light blue. Like, a light teal.

Hair--A chocolaty brown, that is a tad golden. :)

Personality: Cara isn't like the normal girl her age. She hates being prim and proper, and instead chooses to deviate from the norm. She finds it funny to pull pranks, and is highly intelligent, even if she makes herself look and seem like she isn't.

History: Cara lived with her parents, then decided to live her own life. She left them and tried to get a job, but no one would take her as an apprentice. Cara tried to go back to her parents, but it was too late by then, and they wouldn't take her back. From that point on, she's lived on her own, on the streets of Gysalin.

Crush: Open

Occupation: N/A...

Family:
None that she cares about.

Other: Lives in fear that one day she will be taken off the streets and be considered a non-citizen. She never trained for anything, and doesn't want to.

Full Name: Eos Aquilla

Age: 19

Gender: female

Appearance:

Personality: Cold and distant. Doesn't talk much about her past or family to anyone.

History: When she was only eight werewolves took her hostage and carried her far away from her home. They preformed experiments on her, messing with her memory. They kept her prisoner for years, until when she was thirteen another prisoner was brought to the camp. His name was Morn. The two of them devised a plan for escape. While they were running away, however, the werewolves caught Morn. He screamed for Eos to keep running. Instead she hid behind the bushes, afraid for what they might do to him. Sure enough, the werewolves threatened to tear him to pieces if Eos didn’t show herself. Eos knew that they would tear him apart whether she came out or not, so she stayed hidden. They tore Morn in to tiny pieces right before her eyes. She ran, avoiding the werewolves, until she reached where she used to live. She was told that both of her parents were dead, and no one knew where her sister was. She went searching for her sister and refused to give up. Her main problem, however, is that because of the experiments that were preformed, she couldn’t remember how her sister looked, or even her name, other than it started with a ‘R.’

Crush: none

Occupation: none

Family: Her sister, but she doesn't even know if she's alive anymore.

Other:

Ruth wrote: "Full Name: Eos Aquilla

Age: 19

Gender: female

Appearance:

Personality: Cold and distant. Doesn't talk much about her past or family to anyone.

History: When she was only eight werewolves too..."

That's great! Seriously, it's perfectly created.

:D ok thanks!

Anyone making a king? Or should I still?

you can if you want, as far as i know he's still open

All right. I'll have to do it tomorrow, I guess... Lots of charries for me.

:D

And tomorrow didn't work out... Sorry everyone! I have an essay and other stuff going on, but I'll try to make an evil king. When I do rp the guy, tell me when I'm not evil enough, because I'm not good at villains yet.

it's ok and I'm sure you'll do fine :)

Thanks. ^_^' The problem with my villains is they tend to be liked by enemies... Which defeats the point of a villain, right?

Full Name: Jarek Fletcher Kinley
Age: 31
Gender: Male

Appearance: http://cs5256.userapi.com/u132453482/...


Personality: Jarek is not an obvious villain. He does small acts of kindness towards his subjects, but then can turn around by sentencing a person to death for minimal crimes or just simply because he doesn't like them. The contrast between some kindness and his harshness is what makes Jarek quite a tragic figure. Also, he dislikes cowards and prefers that someone would face him in battle. Overall, he does not see the wrong in how the country is ruled since his predecessors have been ruling like this for quite a while.

History: His mother, the queen, was flirtatious. She had an arranged marriage to the king since her status as a young duchess made her noble enough to marry him. When she was young and a couple months before their wedding, she tried to run off with a young boy. She was caught, the kid was blackmailed into exile, and she married to the king. The king never knew that Jarek was not his son. Later on, when Jarek was around 17, his real father showed up, and told the king about the truth. He wanted to blackmail the king so that he would gain money, live again in Gysalin, and have a title as well. The king agreed, but he never named Jarek as crown prince. Ashamed, angry, feeling betrayed, Jarek led a small coup, the king dying in the takeover, and he became king himself.

Crush: Open

Occupation: King

Family: His real father (but they never communicate), the queen (she has gone off to live with the real father)

Other:

I'm not sure if I should be similar to the first king character. Would it be all right to change the history, personality, appearance, or everything?

you can do whatever you want, i don't think it would matter either way :)

Okeydokey. Thanks!