Name: Merari Chatillon
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: Shangri-Lan
Role: Guild of Shadows Member
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: dagger
Appearance: Blood colored hair and purple eyes. He has very pale skin.
Personality:
Description:
Merari is a very troubled soul. Ever since he was little, he was abused and tormented. Despite it, he is very gentle and loving towards all, though some think of him as being naive. He is and he isn't. He trusts easily to be sure, but he also has a sense of just knowing wether someone intends him harm or not. Merari has blood colored hair and purple-gray eyes. He's eighteen years old, but seems younger than he really is. He's not very strong on a day to day basis. He's weak both physically and mentally, and relies on others to help him through things. He can't really help himself. He's trying to become stronger, really he is. It's just very difficult for him. He was kidnapped when he was young by a human trafficking ring and sold to a medical research facility in Shangri-La where he was brutally tortured and experimented on. Lots of things happened to him there, things he'd rather forget and doesn't want to name. They tried to turn him into a weapon, but he was too damaged and pretty much useless. Merari doesn't fully remember how, but by some bizarre miracle, he got out of that place. He now travels with the guild, trying to work up to being the great and perfect weapon he was made to be.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: Shangri-Lan
Role: Guild of Shadows Member
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: dagger
Appearance: Blood colored hair and purple eyes. He has very pale skin.
Personality:
Description:
Merari is a very troubled soul. Ever since he was little, he was abused and tormented. Despite it, he is very gentle and loving towards all, though some think of him as being naive. He is and he isn't. He trusts easily to be sure, but he also has a sense of just knowing wether someone intends him harm or not. Merari has blood colored hair and purple-gray eyes. He's eighteen years old, but seems younger than he really is. He's not very strong on a day to day basis. He's weak both physically and mentally, and relies on others to help him through things. He can't really help himself. He's trying to become stronger, really he is. It's just very difficult for him. He was kidnapped when he was young by a human trafficking ring and sold to a medical research facility in Shangri-La where he was brutally tortured and experimented on. Lots of things happened to him there, things he'd rather forget and doesn't want to name. They tried to turn him into a weapon, but he was too damaged and pretty much useless. Merari doesn't fully remember how, but by some bizarre miracle, he got out of that place. He now travels with the guild, trying to work up to being the great and perfect weapon he was made to be.
Name: Pippin Thursday
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Nationality: Shangri-Lan
Role: Other - Wanderer
Artefact/s: Grinning Doll
Weapon: mace
Appearance: He has messy, shoulder-length violet hair and violet colored eyes. He has light skin but can get pretty tanned in the sun. He wears black or green usually.
Personality: Pippin has a rather dreary storm cloud of dismay and hate following him around, but he is a surprisingly easy going fellow, as if denying the cloud's existence. He is never really seen as happy, but not miserable either. He often is lost in thought, but when someone really needs his attention, he gives it fully. Pippin is a very thoughtful person, but of late, he seems very preoccupied. He doesn't have a lot of self-esteem or value. Rather, he tends to go with whatever other people say of him.
Description:
Pippin Thursday. He's the person that never mingles with anyone. Sort of a lone wolf, but he is more complex than that. He hates himself and sees himself as less valuable than all others. His life is meant to be used for others' purposes. He is constantly called a pathetic waste by his family, and he strongly believes it of himself as well. It is because Pippin did something so horrible in his past that not even his own suicide could redeem it. And so he wanders the world seeking to atone for something he never can.
The circumstances are a mystery, but everyone knows that something happened when he was 19 that caused him to disappear for three years, and whatever that horrible something was, Pippin is to blame for it. They first noticed he has no left arm. And then they noticed his countenance, the roving of his eyes, the grim lines of his mouth, the unfathomable sadness in his gaze. And no one came near him for fear of finding out what it was that destroyed him so. And it seemed that at least, for a while, most were content enough to know at the least that he was the cause of such destruction. But now a few months have passed. Rumors float about, brought up when Pippin passes by. Rumors of what it might be that he did. But their talk and occasional demonization are the least of his worries. The skeletons in his closet weigh heavy enough on his mind as it is.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Nationality: Shangri-Lan
Role: Other - Wanderer
Artefact/s: Grinning Doll
Weapon: mace
Appearance: He has messy, shoulder-length violet hair and violet colored eyes. He has light skin but can get pretty tanned in the sun. He wears black or green usually.
Personality: Pippin has a rather dreary storm cloud of dismay and hate following him around, but he is a surprisingly easy going fellow, as if denying the cloud's existence. He is never really seen as happy, but not miserable either. He often is lost in thought, but when someone really needs his attention, he gives it fully. Pippin is a very thoughtful person, but of late, he seems very preoccupied. He doesn't have a lot of self-esteem or value. Rather, he tends to go with whatever other people say of him.
Description:
Pippin Thursday. He's the person that never mingles with anyone. Sort of a lone wolf, but he is more complex than that. He hates himself and sees himself as less valuable than all others. His life is meant to be used for others' purposes. He is constantly called a pathetic waste by his family, and he strongly believes it of himself as well. It is because Pippin did something so horrible in his past that not even his own suicide could redeem it. And so he wanders the world seeking to atone for something he never can.
The circumstances are a mystery, but everyone knows that something happened when he was 19 that caused him to disappear for three years, and whatever that horrible something was, Pippin is to blame for it. They first noticed he has no left arm. And then they noticed his countenance, the roving of his eyes, the grim lines of his mouth, the unfathomable sadness in his gaze. And no one came near him for fear of finding out what it was that destroyed him so. And it seemed that at least, for a while, most were content enough to know at the least that he was the cause of such destruction. But now a few months have passed. Rumors float about, brought up when Pippin passes by. Rumors of what it might be that he did. But their talk and occasional demonization are the least of his worries. The skeletons in his closet weigh heavy enough on his mind as it is.
Name: Oscar Sunday
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Nationality: Ororh
Role: Librarian in Pete's Magic Library
Artefact/s: none
Weapon:
Appearance: Short white hair, very soft. His eyes are rather vapid, and the color of green sea stone. He has very fair skin, marred by scars. He always has bandages around his wrists. He is seldom seen wearing clothing that isn't badly coordinated.
Personality: Soft spoken and gentle hearted, this small boy is not to be taken lightly. He can quickly flip to a rather dangerous and menacing person when the need arises. His good nature often deceives others into thinking he is weak. He is a sweet spirit and truly loves what he does. He also loves cookies, small animals, and warm scarves.
Description: Oscar came from the dark and dreadful kingdom of Ororh. How he wound up to be in the library is unknown, but he has since established himself as one of its features. No one knows him personally enough to call themselves his friend, but everyone knows his name and that he exists. Everyone bumps into him eventually. If asked basic conversation questions, Oscar will politely say that he does not know of any living relatives, he doesn't like talking about life before, and he likes the library because it has so many books. He takes very good care of them, taking his duties as librarian seriously. He is often reading or exploring in his spare time.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Nationality: Ororh
Role: Librarian in Pete's Magic Library
Artefact/s: none
Weapon:
Appearance: Short white hair, very soft. His eyes are rather vapid, and the color of green sea stone. He has very fair skin, marred by scars. He always has bandages around his wrists. He is seldom seen wearing clothing that isn't badly coordinated.
Personality: Soft spoken and gentle hearted, this small boy is not to be taken lightly. He can quickly flip to a rather dangerous and menacing person when the need arises. His good nature often deceives others into thinking he is weak. He is a sweet spirit and truly loves what he does. He also loves cookies, small animals, and warm scarves.
Description: Oscar came from the dark and dreadful kingdom of Ororh. How he wound up to be in the library is unknown, but he has since established himself as one of its features. No one knows him personally enough to call themselves his friend, but everyone knows his name and that he exists. Everyone bumps into him eventually. If asked basic conversation questions, Oscar will politely say that he does not know of any living relatives, he doesn't like talking about life before, and he likes the library because it has so many books. He takes very good care of them, taking his duties as librarian seriously. He is often reading or exploring in his spare time.
Name: Oleander Wednesday
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: Múspellsheimr
Role: Captain of the Silence My Brother
Artefact/s: unknown
Weapon:
Appearance:
Personality:
Description: Little is known of Captain Oleander Wednesday except his rank and his dreaded pirate ship, the Silence My Brother. It is said his eye was ripped from him by his own mother at birth, for it held a world of evil within. It is said that his body is nothing but hideous scars for doing battle against the Elders themselves. It is said he is little more than a monster rather than man, and they will point to his carnage and brutality as proof of this.
But the man behind the stories is little more than a man. A man cursed by fate the day he was born in the hellfire of Múspellsheimr. And it is from this hell that the cursed Silence My Brother was built, a thing worthy of the Guild itself, made of dragonhide, bone, and metal. Those who see it are cursed to seven years of hell's wrath and torment. And those who are the unholy crew, are bound to the heart of the ship, the heart of the captain, even unto death. For his sinister origins have made it so.
He has a piece of artefact in his possession, and its power has come over him and his ship, binding the crew unto death or his given release. No matter how far they go, they will always be drawn to the ship, and feel rejuvenated when in proximity or direct contact with it, the captain, and other crew members. To join him is a life sentence, yet his crew is not without new recruits.
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Son of the Queen. No one knows this except his most trusted, which are very few (aka people need permission to know)
Once he was three years old, he was experimented on to try and seal away the artifact. His head was cut open and the artifact was placed within his skull. The surgery seemed to have worked, but a few months later, he started feeling excruciating pain. Shortly after he turned four, the doctors found that the artifact had burned its way through his skull and then forced itself out of his head via his face, causing his face to split in two. They managed to save him, but he lost his eye. The artifact did not fully leave him, a piece is still inside him which has caused the curse of Silence My Brother.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: Múspellsheimr
Role: Captain of the Silence My Brother
Artefact/s: unknown
Weapon:
Appearance:
Personality:
Description: Little is known of Captain Oleander Wednesday except his rank and his dreaded pirate ship, the Silence My Brother. It is said his eye was ripped from him by his own mother at birth, for it held a world of evil within. It is said that his body is nothing but hideous scars for doing battle against the Elders themselves. It is said he is little more than a monster rather than man, and they will point to his carnage and brutality as proof of this.
But the man behind the stories is little more than a man. A man cursed by fate the day he was born in the hellfire of Múspellsheimr. And it is from this hell that the cursed Silence My Brother was built, a thing worthy of the Guild itself, made of dragonhide, bone, and metal. Those who see it are cursed to seven years of hell's wrath and torment. And those who are the unholy crew, are bound to the heart of the ship, the heart of the captain, even unto death. For his sinister origins have made it so.
He has a piece of artefact in his possession, and its power has come over him and his ship, binding the crew unto death or his given release. No matter how far they go, they will always be drawn to the ship, and feel rejuvenated when in proximity or direct contact with it, the captain, and other crew members. To join him is a life sentence, yet his crew is not without new recruits.
DO NOT ADD THIS TO THE SITE
Son of the Queen. No one knows this except his most trusted, which are very few (aka people need permission to know)
Once he was three years old, he was experimented on to try and seal away the artifact. His head was cut open and the artifact was placed within his skull. The surgery seemed to have worked, but a few months later, he started feeling excruciating pain. Shortly after he turned four, the doctors found that the artifact had burned its way through his skull and then forced itself out of his head via his face, causing his face to split in two. They managed to save him, but he lost his eye. The artifact did not fully leave him, a piece is still inside him which has caused the curse of Silence My Brother.
Name: Hadley Saturday
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Nationality: Ororhan
Role: Royal Bodyguard
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: twin scimitar
Appearance: Stark white hair and gray underneath cut in a military fade undercut. Piercing silver eyes, practically white except for slight blue sheen noticeable in certain lighting.
Personality: Cold and practically heartless. Very passionate but only for specific things, such as his charge. Persevering and determined, does not give up easily. Even if he fails, he gets back up and tries even harder than ever before.
Description: Hadley was always a person of little consequence in the grand scheme of things. Even on assignment as a Royal Bodyguard, his duty came above himself, and his only purpose was to exist in the background as the invisible yet ever present shield for his masters. With the attack on Ororh some two centuries hence, security has been tighter and guards even more brutally adapted to the hostility of their home and the outside world.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Nationality: Ororhan
Role: Royal Bodyguard
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: twin scimitar
Appearance: Stark white hair and gray underneath cut in a military fade undercut. Piercing silver eyes, practically white except for slight blue sheen noticeable in certain lighting.
Personality: Cold and practically heartless. Very passionate but only for specific things, such as his charge. Persevering and determined, does not give up easily. Even if he fails, he gets back up and tries even harder than ever before.
Description: Hadley was always a person of little consequence in the grand scheme of things. Even on assignment as a Royal Bodyguard, his duty came above himself, and his only purpose was to exist in the background as the invisible yet ever present shield for his masters. With the attack on Ororh some two centuries hence, security has been tighter and guards even more brutally adapted to the hostility of their home and the outside world.
Name: Earnest Monday
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Juan
Role: Puerto Lusca Paladin
Artefact/s: n/a
Weapon: Broadsword
Appearance: Short, orange hair that is very soft. Pale brown eyes, like a dust color. His skin is fair. He has some scars and a bruise-like birthmark rests on the left side of his lower back, about the size of cat paw.
Personality: Earnest is best described as a 'take it as it comes' sort of person. While he likes to have a plan, he never sees spontaneity as a set back. He is very even keeled and hardly moody. Usually one knows something is up when he does get moody. He is friendly but not out of his way to be so. He is very hard headed and difficult to persuade. He doesn't have all the answers, but he will fight to get them if he thinks something wrong is going on, or feels like he's being used for evil.
Description: Earnest was born and raised in Jua. A proud patriot, it had always been his heart's desire to join the ranks of the Paladins. And at age seventeen, his dream was realized. He loves his job and doesn't feel like what he does is work. There is always something to do with the threat of monsters ever present. He is an adventurous young man, willing to take risks if there is some great mystery to be solved in the process. Earnest thrives under instruction and authority, though he does not handle being in authority the best, mostly because he does not ever see himself having such a position. Earnest has led a very average life. His younger years are rather clouded. But in his days as a teenager and a young man, his education and upbringing all centered around being a Paladin. He was an average student and combatant, favoring the Broadsword. He received an award for his bravery when he rescued his three teammates and captain from a band of Citrine Golems. He is the father of three children, -8, 6, and 2- , all by different mothers, who he never sees but pays monthly child support for. He does not have any plans for the future except maybe to retire someday.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Juan
Role: Puerto Lusca Paladin
Artefact/s: n/a
Weapon: Broadsword
Appearance: Short, orange hair that is very soft. Pale brown eyes, like a dust color. His skin is fair. He has some scars and a bruise-like birthmark rests on the left side of his lower back, about the size of cat paw.
Personality: Earnest is best described as a 'take it as it comes' sort of person. While he likes to have a plan, he never sees spontaneity as a set back. He is very even keeled and hardly moody. Usually one knows something is up when he does get moody. He is friendly but not out of his way to be so. He is very hard headed and difficult to persuade. He doesn't have all the answers, but he will fight to get them if he thinks something wrong is going on, or feels like he's being used for evil.
Description: Earnest was born and raised in Jua. A proud patriot, it had always been his heart's desire to join the ranks of the Paladins. And at age seventeen, his dream was realized. He loves his job and doesn't feel like what he does is work. There is always something to do with the threat of monsters ever present. He is an adventurous young man, willing to take risks if there is some great mystery to be solved in the process. Earnest thrives under instruction and authority, though he does not handle being in authority the best, mostly because he does not ever see himself having such a position. Earnest has led a very average life. His younger years are rather clouded. But in his days as a teenager and a young man, his education and upbringing all centered around being a Paladin. He was an average student and combatant, favoring the Broadsword. He received an award for his bravery when he rescued his three teammates and captain from a band of Citrine Golems. He is the father of three children, -8, 6, and 2- , all by different mothers, who he never sees but pays monthly child support for. He does not have any plans for the future except maybe to retire someday.
Name: Solomon Friday
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Múspellsheimr
Role: Hireling
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: A white dagger with a hilt made of bone from a Fire Hound.
Appearance: Darker skin. Blue eyes like fire. He had his mouth cut open in a Cheshire fashion, so he keeps his lower face covered to hide the unsightly scars.
Personality: Solomon is pretty hard edged. He doesn't intend to be mean, but he can come across that way, especially to people he does not know. He does not trust easy and keeps up his walls stubbornly.
Description: Solomon has been alone his entire life. He does not know the meaning of family or friends. He has been an outsider and on the fringe for so long he does not know how to open to anyone or anything. He does not ask for pity or charity. He believes if something is worth having, it must be fought for.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Múspellsheimr
Role: Hireling
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: A white dagger with a hilt made of bone from a Fire Hound.
Appearance: Darker skin. Blue eyes like fire. He had his mouth cut open in a Cheshire fashion, so he keeps his lower face covered to hide the unsightly scars.
Personality: Solomon is pretty hard edged. He doesn't intend to be mean, but he can come across that way, especially to people he does not know. He does not trust easy and keeps up his walls stubbornly.
Description: Solomon has been alone his entire life. He does not know the meaning of family or friends. He has been an outsider and on the fringe for so long he does not know how to open to anyone or anything. He does not ask for pity or charity. He believes if something is worth having, it must be fought for.
Name: Alexander Tuesday
Age: appears 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Múspellsheimr
Role: Pet Shop Owner
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: Saber
Appearance: Very soft black hair with a raven blue sheen to it. His eyes are golden in color, bright like fire. He has ashen fair skin. He is rather tall, about six foot three. He is muscular and lean with broad shoulders.
Personality: Sweet and caring. That's how he presents himself at least. For the most part he's a mystery.
Description: No one knows much of anything about his past. He currently resides in Shangri-La. He owns a pet shop where he sells rare and exotic beasts.
Age: appears 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Múspellsheimr
Role: Pet Shop Owner
Artefact/s: none
Weapon: Saber
Appearance: Very soft black hair with a raven blue sheen to it. His eyes are golden in color, bright like fire. He has ashen fair skin. He is rather tall, about six foot three. He is muscular and lean with broad shoulders.
Personality: Sweet and caring. That's how he presents himself at least. For the most part he's a mystery.
Description: No one knows much of anything about his past. He currently resides in Shangri-La. He owns a pet shop where he sells rare and exotic beasts.
Name: Abernathy Thedas
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Nationality: Ororhan
Role: Wanderer
Artefact/s: The Activator Artefact: a sentient suit of armor that comes out of a bracelet strung with different charms.
Weapon: Luly; a monochromatic keyblade
Appearance: Long white hair that comes down to her feet. She keeps it held up in many braids that form one large braid. She has vibrant blue eyes the color of a cerulean sea. She has very fair skin. Her body is covered in awful burn scars, but it's hard to know that since she is almost always covered head to toe.
Personality: Abernathy, or Abby for short, is a very sweet girl filled with desperation to achieve something better in life. She has an unhealthy bond with Activator, her suit of armor and lifelong companion. Abernathy has a kind heart and a tender disposition. When angered, she becomes fierce and wild, having never tamed her animalistic spirit. She can't handle being cornered.
Description: Abernathy was born a slave to sleazy traders in Múspellsheimr. She was horribly abused her whole life. One day, she stole a bracelet. She liked the charms dangling from it. The masters found out and beat her senselessly. She gripped the bracelet tight and screamed for someone to save her. Suddenly she was encased in armor and her masters were dead. Ever since then, it has been Abernathy and Activator, together forever.
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Nationality: Ororhan
Role: Wanderer
Artefact/s: The Activator Artefact: a sentient suit of armor that comes out of a bracelet strung with different charms.
Weapon: Luly; a monochromatic keyblade
Appearance: Long white hair that comes down to her feet. She keeps it held up in many braids that form one large braid. She has vibrant blue eyes the color of a cerulean sea. She has very fair skin. Her body is covered in awful burn scars, but it's hard to know that since she is almost always covered head to toe.
Personality: Abernathy, or Abby for short, is a very sweet girl filled with desperation to achieve something better in life. She has an unhealthy bond with Activator, her suit of armor and lifelong companion. Abernathy has a kind heart and a tender disposition. When angered, she becomes fierce and wild, having never tamed her animalistic spirit. She can't handle being cornered.
Description: Abernathy was born a slave to sleazy traders in Múspellsheimr. She was horribly abused her whole life. One day, she stole a bracelet. She liked the charms dangling from it. The masters found out and beat her senselessly. She gripped the bracelet tight and screamed for someone to save her. Suddenly she was encased in armor and her masters were dead. Ever since then, it has been Abernathy and Activator, together forever.