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Name: Ian Stein
Age: 180 (looks mid 20s)
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 130 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: one quarter Earth Demon, three quarters Human
Weapons: Ian is able to use earth based magic to attack and protect himself and his allies. Because of his unique heritage he is also able to freely manipulate metals instead of requiring some sort of channel or incantation.
Skills/Abilities: magical abilities aside, he is adept at hand to hand combat and because of his quarter demon heritage is at the peak of human endurance, strength and speed.
Personality: Overly Chatty, Stubborn at times, Has a tendency to make very lame jokes
Appearance: Because of the slow aging process given to him by his demon blood, Ian looks a lot younger then he actually is. His face his always graced with a perpetual grin. His pure white hair is the only thing that remotely comes close to telling his true age, though he wears a hood to hide this almost all the time. His choice apparel, hood aside is a set of leather armor made by his father and "enchanted" by the shamans of his clan for protection, the bracers hide a pocket where he stores two iron rods.
Bio: Raised in the Outlands of Dar, Ian was born to the Clan of Earth. A group of Earth demons with a shamanistic society. His human father had stumbled across the clan after an accident left him near death. Ian's mother had found the human in bad shape, brought him back to the clan's village and nursed him back to health. Ian's father stayed, he became one of the village's hunter and blacksmith. At a young age Ian was trained by his mother and the shamans in the ways of their culture. Eventually his father died, leaving him a set of armor and a wish, To go out into the world and learn about as much as he could. It was a simple task to Ian at first, but as he explored more and more he came to realize just how hard it was going to get. He resigned himself to a life of wandering. He goes, town to town usually staying in one place for a month or so doing odd jobs, mostly as a guardian for the various caravans that traverse the roads from bandits and monsters alike.
Name: Daryan Vakrius
Age: 25
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 167 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapons: A sort of "symbiote" that has attached itself to Daryan made of the Dark Mist that plagues the land, taking the substance form of a sort of goo. It can form itself to anything that Daryan can imagine.
Skills/Abilities: The "symbiote" enhances his senses and abilities giving him a sort of sense allowing him to predict danger a moment before it happens, enhanced strength (almost inhuman), greatly increased stamina, strengthened durability, increased speed and reflexes, quickened healing, ability to take on the form of anyone and thing it has come in contact with, a sort of "web" shot from the outer side of his wrists that is strong enough to hold at least 3 of him up without breaking but is subject to Daryan's health, and the ability to stick to walls. It also lends to him expertise in almost every kind of weapon by being able to form any kind and give him an innate ability to use it. Without the "symbiote", he still has above average marksmanship, but is limited to what he can do with one arm.
Personality: Friendly, Trusting, Almost Gullible, Righteous
Appearance: Daryan's face is soft-spoken, his brown hair is short with a slightly longer-than-average crew cut, notably he's missing his right arm. When in contact with the "symbiote" it covers his entire body creating a sort of suit of armor. The helmet is rather featureless and contours to his head with half-circle one-way "lenses" where his eyes would be. The breastplate is of the heavy-plated variety and features a white spider symbol splayed out across the breastplate. The shoulder plates, arm guards, gauntlets, greaves, and boots are standard heavy plate armor and are, like the rest of his armor, black.
Bio: Daryan was raised in the richest part of Dar, but that didn’t help him at all. At home, his dad would berate and abuse him. At training he would dole out his aggressions on to weaker trainees. When he became of age, in an attempt to make up for his past, he joined the royal army as an archer and became an invaluable asset to the kingdom. One day during a routine patrol around a small village, he was ambushed by bandits who took him to a cave. When he came to he found a few of the bandits being eaten by a giant spider while the rest fled the cave. He was tied down to a wooden table and could only stare in terror as the spider turned to face him and crawled to wear he laid. The spider drew back ready to bite down on Daryan when it was suddenly overcome by the dark mist. The spider brought it’s fangs down on to Daryan, who tried to move to his side to avoid being bitten resulting in only his right arm getting a bite. As the spider tore away, the lower bicep and rest of his arm came with it and with his body mostly free, his legs unbound, he used all of his strength, pumped up with adrenaline, to swing what was left of the table at the spider’s head, surprisingly crushing it, most likely a result of the dark mist. As he blacked out from his pain, he noticed some sort of black goo, constantly forming from the mist, slithering up to his right arm. When he awoke again, he was wearing some sort of armor, and he now had his right arm back. Over time he became more familiar with the armor and it’s abilities, using it to the best of his own abilities. He found that the armor, or rather the black goo, spoke to him, wanting him to feast on people and animals alike, becoming angry when it’s own life was threatened, and trying to take control when it felt Daryan couldn’t protect the two of “them”.
Name: Bran Lonan
Age: 65 (looks early to mid-20s)
Height: 5’ 6” (167.6 cm)
Weight: 120 Ibs (54.4 kg)
Gender: “Male”
Race: Witch
Weapons: Bran can use various low to mid-high level spells with a Catalyst. He carries a dagger for “emergencies”.
Skills/Abilities: Studied spells for 50 years and can perform mid-high level spells on rare occasions, spent time as a Witch Nurse on the side to pay rent. He is able to converse in the language of birds.
Personality: Somewhat lazy, self-interested, and inquisitive.
Appearance: Bran appears more on the fragile and scholarly side. He has black hair that frames his face to his chin and falls down his back to his waist tied loosely at his nape. His eyes are the glittering amber of his coven, a visual sign of his blood’s allegiance to Morrighan. He dons a dark cloak to protect him from the weather over a wine colored vest made of magic-imbued cloth, a white long sleeved shirt, dark soft leather trousers, and knee-high laced boots.
Bio: Bran was born into a coven in the Eastern region of Dar where he was brought up as a Practical Magic user. He was a relatively rebellious Witch, choosing to be “male” and studying at his own pace. In an attempt to right his behavior, his hatch mother forced him into apprenticeship under a Witch Doctor. Eventually, being a Witch wet nurse became a hindrance to his magic studies and Bran left the coven to govern his own life. He travels aimlessly while keeping an eye out for any new spells he could study.
Name: Lot Parkings
Age:87 (15 in human years)
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 103lb
Gender: Female
Race: Fire demon
Weapons: Dice / fire magic
Skills/Abilities: Can turn anything into an explosive (mostly dice). The more aggravated she is the bigger the explosion.
Personality: Curious | Pyro | Arrogant | Stubborn | Spoiled
Despite being a pure breed demon she doesn’t care for the social hierarchy. She has a strange fascination with humans thinking them to be “silly.” If she doesn’t care for something she’ll just set it on fire.
Appearance: sta.sh/01519nng81phBio: Born as the noble’s only daughter, Lot lived a privileged life in a large castle carved into the side of a cliff the over looked the rest of the village. She was always jealous of her many brothers because while she was locked up in the castle, they were going out and slaughtering other demon clans and taking their land. She would often sneak out to play with the poorer children in the village below since she had no friends in the castle. It was in the village that she first learned of humans. Some other kids were talking about how stupid they were. Why would they do things that in the end hurt them? Mutiny, corruption, and all that good stuff would never happen in a demon society. If any of that happened the felon would be quick to be put to death. The more Lot learned about humans the more fascinated she became. Eventually she left home to study more about these human things and to meet one for herself.
