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Royalty
"Even the prettiest of flowers can contain the deadliest of poisons."
Basic Information:
Name: Hemlock Vadis
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: Princess
Kin: Elionway Vadis III (Mother), Claude VI Xander Vadis (Brother), Gwendolyn Vadis (Sister), Laxus Vadis (Brother), Millicent Vadis (Half Sister)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: Princess
Kin: Elionway Vadis III (Mother), Claude VI Xander Vadis (Brother), Gwendolyn Vadis (Sister), Laxus Vadis (Brother), Millicent Vadis (Half Sister)
Biography:
Hemlock Vadis is strangely named and rightfully so, as she is considered an expert in poisons, a title that was born out of her knack both for mixing the atrocious liquids and the fact that she'll eagerly poison anyone with every chance she gets, even her own siblings, especially her elder sister Gwendolyn, whom she hates and despises with all of her shriveled, blackened heart. Hemlock is a rather sadistic girl, having grown under the same conditions as her siblings, and from the same parents, it is surprising she turned out as such, and no one who knows the true Hemlock can understand or even fathom why this is so, how she came to be how she is currently in today's date and time. She will murder and plunder within a heartbeat, and often has secret meetings with enemies of the throne in order to plan and plot such raids upon the supply lines, seeking to create chaos in the kingdom; it is thought or speculated by the thieves, those who actually stop to think about the circumstances they find themselves in and the orders they've been sworn to secrecy under, that the princess does so in order to undermine her very own hierarchy in the hopes that she will gain the keys to the kingdom, and that the reigns of leadership will be passed down to her, so that she might restore her family's name and gain the power she so desperately craves in all her hopes and dreams. She is quite conniving, and very cold, maintaining a distance from the people, believing herself to be above them, and rarely socializing with those who are outside of the noble class, though when she does associate with the commoners, her viewpoint about just how beneath her they really are is plainly seen by those who know and love her, despite her atrocities and insidious nature, as her demeaning tone and the subtle roll of her eyes will often foretell. Hemlock is icy in personality, her crystal blue orbs, the color of the lakes that line one of their borders, remind a few who have seen her up close of a snake, darkly cunning, oddly easy to disguise, and surprisingly deadly. Behind the sweet face is a dark masterpiece of pain and terror, a monstrosity of intelligence and chilling malevolence. Her form is deceptively sleek and tiny, the epitome of lady like features, with a slender build that draws the males in, like bees to flowers, and with her sweet, honeyed voice, she can have them performing each and every whim she comes across, every plot her little heart desires. The eyes accent the beautiful, brightly pink colored hair, cut in a style that is kept short in the back, and longer in the front, with bangs hanging across her pale forehead, her milky skin is sweet and succulent to the touch. She often wears colors that compliment her unique features, such as pale greens and blues, pastels that highlight the natural beauty of her sweet face and gentle demeanor, always hiding the inner viper that is her venomous heart and sadistic mind.
Theme Song: Pending
Noblemen & Noblewomen
"True justice waits for no one."
Basic Information:
Name: Zephyr Windilwood
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: Nobleman (Lord)
Kin: Cendil Windilwood (Father; deceased), Cindrilla Windilwood (Mother; playable), Alyssa Brequelle (Sister; twin), Talken Windilwood (Brother; playable)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: Nobleman (Lord)
Kin: Cendil Windilwood (Father; deceased), Cindrilla Windilwood (Mother; playable), Alyssa Brequelle (Sister; twin), Talken Windilwood (Brother; playable)
Biography:
Zephyr's is a face that seems wise beyond his meager years, old beyond his scant time. He grew up alongside the younger Prince and Princess, Laxus and Hemlock, respectively, and as such, has grown to know each of them well with time. He was always closer to Laxus, despite being the same age as his younger sister, as he always suspected there was something rather...off about Hemlock, though he would never voice his opinions as to such regarding the matters, as it would do nothing but slander the good name of their family, and after all, he has no concrete or definite proof. Over the years, however, Zephyr has grown distant even from his golden haired friend, as Laxus began to spend more time with his younger sibling, Zephyr noted he began to change, too. He became colder, crueler, more calloused towards women and disrespectful of their positions, particularly his Royal Knight, Raylie, a stance that Zephyr neither approved of nor agreed with. As such, the white haired male has withdrawn from the ruling family slowly, though he still maintains close ties with the pair's mother, Queen Elionway Vadis the Third, seeing as his own mother was and is still the regal lady's good friend; though young, Zephyr has already proven quite the business man, smart as a whip, calm as well as superbly collected, experienced and wise in the ways of the world. The male is always cunning and calculating, observing the situation and employing the best of the available stratagems, a trait and habit he picked up from his father. Now deceased, Cendil Windilwood at least ensured that his eldest was able to run the estate well, and always pushed him to handle more and more of the day to day matters in order to further test the youth and build upon his experience, acutely aware of the fact that someday, later rather than sooner, he had hoped, his first born and eldest son would desperately require and need it. His teachings were not in vain, nor did he die in waste: Zephyr not only hunted down his father's killer, but he brought him to justice as well, going so far as to capture the scoundrel and bring him back to the palace for judgement, allowing the King, his ruler and most supreme of men in the land, to commence the trial and subsequent conviction, to be followed by a suiting and appropriate punishment. This rather shocking display resulted in Zephyr gaining a reputation as a cold one, a man willing to do anything when it comes to fairness and equal treatment, indifferent as to the circumstances and situations regarding the actions, or those leading up to it, all to aware of the fact that some would use these excuses as a crutch, claiming financial hardship to avoid the penalty for theft, to take one instance. Zephyr usually spends his time either in court or upon his family's grounds, managing the day to day affairs and running the Windilwood estate, but after his display with his sire's murderer, he has been called upon to track a thief down or trace back those who have plotted against the crown. He is quite efficient when it comes to this regard, and despite being a noble, Zephyr is a hard worker, ready and willing to face and defeat a challenge, taking his failures as experience and learning from them, figuring out what and where he did or went wrong, then further going on to correct and excel in the areas he previously struggled with. He is also extremely close to his sister Alyssa Brequelle, a young maiden who, seeing to her status as his twin, also grew up alongside he and his other friends in the palace. As such Zephyr does his best to aid the girl when in he finds she is in need, whether it be with family matters (such as in the case of a rather heated argument), or when she is merely in need of a friendly ear for advice or counsel, though he oft does not approve of her methods or means, he will say nothing, respecting his siblings and the ruling councils, as well as those traditions established by bloodlines well before his time. His own particular belief in this certain matter is to each his own, even if, being the just minded persona that he is, Zephyr will speak out against something to right a wrong, or pointedly remark about situations whose demeanor and tradition needs correcting, even if it is in a kind or polite manner. When he is not busy or on the castle grounds, one can often find him in the training areas or even the forest upon his favorite mount, a sorrel mare with a white blaze by the name of Mia, practicing his favorite skill with his beloved bow, or perhaps even honing this skill by hunting to place a difference in food upon the table: archery.
Theme Song: How to Save a Life by The Fray
No quote as of yet.
Basic Information:
Name: Alyssa Brequelle
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: Lady
Kin: Alistair Brequelle (Husband; deceased), Cendil Windilwood (Father; deceased), Cindrilla Windilwood (Mother; playable), Zephyr Windilwood (Brother; twin), Talken Windilwood (Brother; playable),
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: Lady
Kin: Alistair Brequelle (Husband; deceased), Cendil Windilwood (Father; deceased), Cindrilla Windilwood (Mother; playable), Zephyr Windilwood (Brother; twin), Talken Windilwood (Brother; playable),
Biography:
Alyssa Brequelle, originally born Alyssa Windilwood, is the twin sister to Zephyr, as well as the only daughter of the Windilwood house. Once she reached the age of fourteen, she was married off into the Brequelle family, though of course, her family made sure she had developed into a most daintily proper lady before permitting her out in the big wide world all by herself. She graduated from the Coventry school at an exceedingly young age, though to this date, none have ever been able to label her according to the traditional laws and regulations of tradition that currently govern Etholian land. She is prim and proper, sweet along with polite, with a tender disposition that displays her meeker lady noble nature - when such will not endanger her house and family, of course. If the situation calls for it, Alyssa has been known to resort to the weapons other women of her station have often employed; things along the lines of boiling tar, pitch, or even water, when there's a shortage of all else, dumped down the sides of the turrets, in addition to her fine aim when it comes to archery, a habit she no doubt picked up from her elder brother, with whom she has a close bond. She can usually sense him during the hours of the day, even going so far as to connect their minds together for a brief moment before they retire for the night, if only to let her twin know that she is safe and content within the realms of her own house. Though she has proven to be quite the lady, a valuable prize of a wife, Alyssa harbors a dark secret: she is the one responsible for her husband's untimely demise. She has always been one to flit from man to man, and though she loved her chosen beloved dearly, cherishing him with a rather sizable chunk of her soul, she could not deny these innate tendencies, nor the urge to be free, the desire to move on from whim to whim at a moment's notice, something she could not do while tied down to him. There was also the fact that he often cheated upon her, as noble men will so often do, replacing her with common prostitutes who were no more than a dime a dozen, thus further inspiring her to act out in a fit of jealous rage. And so she plotted, and she planned, and once she was convinced she had a way to get away with it (and was reasonably certain she could conceal the fact of the crime from her blood hound of a brother), Alyssa struck, taking his life as easily as he might have once taken hers. For though she never told anyone, according to her own demented, twisted sense of mind, he was a terrible drunk, and was known to both she and her servants to become a tad rough when in such a sorry state, even if he never did lash out to strike at or hurt her. Still, it was often enough that Alyssa grew weary of such behaviors and so speeded things along, despite the fact that she was pregnant at the time. She still is, as a matter of fact, considering she has yet to birth the first child, the first offspring produced by her short marriage of only three years, and the only babe she has ever fully carried. In order to better cope with her grief, as she does hold remorse over what she has done to her lover, even if there is a part of her which knows she simply couldn't help herself, she had to do it, as eventually it would be either he or her, Alyssa has moved back within the realms of her birth home while all of the legal issues are sorted out, and the will her sweet doting husband once kept. She will, naturally, inherit everything as his widow and mother of his unborn heir, but the regal nature of such things demands time for these types of deeds to move through court, and so she has yet to claim her wedding right. Being with her original family has also proven to help her spirits, as when she is with them, she is noted to perk up, though there are still times in which she struggles, and instances in which she has proven herself to be quite rude, for all the fact that the in-digressions are forgiven, under the current circumstances. She anticipates both the birth of her child and the trials of motherhood, but cannot help but feel a touch of apprehension as well. Though the mourning period has not officially passed, already she seeks another husband, though this particular little fact is not currently well known or oft advertised.
Theme Song: Cannibal by Kesha
Knights
"I sealed my fate long ago - the least I can do is stand up to it."
Basic Information:
Name: Gavreel Jadeen
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Bird Animilia
Rank: Royal Knight (Princess Hemlock)
Kin: None
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Bird Animilia
Rank: Royal Knight (Princess Hemlock)
Kin: None
Biography:
Gavreel is a rather tallish young man coming in at the height of 5'7 or 5'8, just above the average height for a male of his race and species; his hair is blonde as the wheat that grows in a farmer's fields in the height of the harvest, his clothing a bit unorthodox for one of his age and ranking, though it cuts him in a clean, professional look, lending volumes to his credibility in the threat department and concerning life matters in general. Gavreel has a handsomely defined and chiseled face, gifted with a lean cut and pale, creamy colored skin the shade and hue of milk, he has been a hit with the ladies since he was fairly small, with the thick head of locks he always carried and those bluish green eyes, a turquoise color the shade of the sea in the midst of summer, the height of the fishing season. His musculature is sleek and strong, lean and capable, streamlined to provide him with the best speed and timing possible, what with his sleek, beautifully dove white wings, limbs the shade of the purest snow in the epitome of winter, marvelous and gleaming no matter what time of day it is, for he keeps them clean and pristine, never compromising his duties with his own personal upkeep, but never slacking on his appearance and the emphasis it places upon the royalty he serves, either. The young male is generally seen in black pants held up about his waist with an equally midnight hued belt, charcoal colored boots, and a black shirt that seems to cling to his muscled physique, contrasted greatly by the snowy white jacket he wears over it, the trim along its outer borders a soft, icy toned blue that accents the lighter coloring nicely, giving it a gentle shift in hue without being too harsh upon the eyes. Its collar is outlined in thick black fur inwardly, giving Gavreel the warmth and protection he needs when the cold chill of the barren season begins. Normally Gavreel does not even reveal that he has wings, only those who are close to him knows of this feature, but since his mistress and princess of the realm, Hemlock, publicly revealed it, this little secret is no longer considered very obscure. Many ask him why he does not wish to have his wings seen, or why he does not fly, though he often won't answer, as the history is painfully tragic, if pressed he will reveal that he no longer enjoys it - in fact, he's afraid of it, due to the nature of his elder brother's death all those years ago, while they were still staying with the orphanage, kept in the embrace of their headmaster and mistress and protected from the world at large. It happened one day while Gavreel was out flying - his brother was an animilia as well, but not of the bird variety. Gavreel isn't entirely sure what species his brother was, as he'd never seen an animal like it, and his brother never told him the technical name for it, but that didn't matter to the youngster. He loved and adored his brother to no end, and always followed him around no matter where he went, clinging to the only portion of family he had left, and living life to its fullest, as he was supposed to, during his kid years and childhood age. At this time, Gavreel loved flying, but he felt guilty his brother could not - for he had no wings - and it was clear to the younger sibling that his elder loved one would adore the chance to feel the wind rushing along his face at least once, and so Gavreel offered to take him on such a journey, a chance that delighted his brother to no end. But something went wrong, and Gavreel's brother fell to the earth from a great height, despite the blond haired bird boy's efforts to save him, the desperate dive he underwent to both catch and salvage his brother from the cruel impact of the hard soil below. It was there that Gavreel was found, kneeling by his brother's broken body in tears, unable to cope with the atrocity that had happened, and blaming himself despite words of comfort and sentiments that expressed otherwise. He vowed never to fly again, so as not to endanger another soul with the threat of the sky, and he grew afraid to even journey in the sky himself, terrified of the plummet that his brother had taken, and fearing a similar fate might someday befall him, should some freak accident choose to claim his own life. From then on, Gavreel became rather cold and reserved, distant and cut off from the rest of the world, though he is not selfish or aloof, nor does he believe himself to be better than another. He fears to grow too close to someone else once again. He can reveal two other sets of wings placed lower along his back, a trait that most do not know or even dream of until witnessing it in action, and as of this date, none have ever seen, besides his late brother. He wears black fingerless gloves to provide a better grip upon the hilt of his sword. In personality, Gavreel is more gentle and kind, though a bit quiet and very literal, if he says something that seems a bit rude or out of place, it is because he has no idea how to differentiate his wording. Though not silent or sulking, he is a very intellectual person, and can often be found off on his own thinking about not only his past, and history, but also the intricate design that is life and his own duties, wondering how to best fulfill them and stay true to himself, a noble young Knight whose actions speak louder than words. He seeks to always remember the past and the mistakes he has made to learn from them, but at the same time, he does not wish to dwell on the negative spectrum of life, even if he is a bit prone to accept the more pessimistic side of nature due to the tragedy he has suffered. He blames himself, and so will always carry the penance in his heart. It was shortly after this that Hemlock found him, at that time she was a girl around his own age, and after the initial bonding experience they shared - it was a time where he saved her from a wild bear - he has served her faithfully as first a Squire beneath his master and now, in his later years, as a Knight whose loyalties run deep, despite the atrocity she has revealed herself to be. Upon first meeting Gavreel, Hemlock seemed sweet and caring, gentle and kind, but once he was bound to her, she revealed her true colors, leaving the young Knight to serve her despite the vile personality that is her true nature, out of a strong sense of knightly duty, even though she often poisons him to test the strength of her creations. As far as weapons and battles go, he carries a single sword, and is a mid range to distant fighter, preferring not to get up close and personal when in the mess and heat of battle.
Theme Song: Prelude 12/21 by AFI
"Life only hurts if you let it."
Basic Information:
Name: Jayden Lyndel
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: 1/2 Elf, 1/2 Animilia
Rank: Knight
Kin: Zain Lyndel (Brother), Esther Lyndel (Sister)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: 1/2 Elf, 1/2 Animilia
Rank: Knight
Kin: Zain Lyndel (Brother), Esther Lyndel (Sister)
Biography:
Jayden Lyndel is renowned knight throughout his lands, though not always for the right reasons - his brother, one of two younger siblings, is a well known assassin, one whose name and familial relationship has long since become public knowledge of the kingdom, much to Jayden's own chagrin, or rather, shame. Don't get him wrong, he loves each of his siblings dearly, and is highly protective over each of them, especially over Esther, the baby of the three and the only girl child, easily coming to blows or perhaps even threatening the most painful of bodily harm upon whomever dares to lay their hands upon her, noble or not. However, he does not approve of Zain's choice in career - he feels his brother's interests would be better served as a knight of the kingdom, and so urges him continuously to join them so that they might work alongside one another, though of course, Zain has yet to listen or to obey, much less even consider this possibility of employment so freely offered by his elder brother. Despite all of this, Jayden cares for Zain deeply, and if given a choice, would die before he let anything happen to the younger boy, though by now his younger relation is considered an adult of a man. Jayden can be considered harsh, a trying and strict master, but he does not mean to be, and for the most part, his heart is in the right place - he only wishes to do what is right, and to ensure that both his kingdom and his family are protected. Still, that does not excuse some of his behaviors, nor does it wipe the slate clean when he goofs or messes up - which, when he does manage to do such, is usually a royal mess, as he often can entangle not only the hearts and souls of those around him, but also the entirety of the world surrounding, often halting events and functions until his quest for redemption, and the act of seeking forgiveness, has been completed. He is often stern, coming from the values of elden times, and the realm of older beliefs, and so can often come off as a bit harsh, perhaps even strict and cold, icy or uncaring, though these instances have only been wrought out of the issues of his past, his persona, the entirety of his personality, shaped and molded into the person he is today by events long past. Instead of traditional clothing, especially when training, he can be found in a pair of white pants, trousers that match the snowy color of his wings for the most part, other than the subtle black spots that mark a feather here and there in an almost unnoticeable manner. Black boots often clad his feet, though the muscular visage of his chest is normally bare, displaying the hardened tone core of muscle that is his abdomen; a decorative belt of tan in hue adorns his waist, securing his sword's scabbard to his narrow hips, the male is known to keep the ashen locks of his hair in a longer, though messier, style, often releasing the stubborn strands to hang freely down his back as they well, so that they might further compliment and frame his face, all while offsetting the deep, sun-bright gold of his eyes. When not training or teaching new recruits, the stern master of discipline can be found lounging about wherever it is he may find entertainment or where another might need his services - he tries not to laze about to much, and offer his skills for the good of the kingdom, his cold and calculating gaze sending chills shivering down the spines of those unfortunate souls who happen to be his enemies. During these times he is clad in a normal dress for his time - tunic and trousers of complimentary colors, though the shades and hues of these garments vary from day to day based upon his mood, which can sway at the drop of a dime, given the right set of circumstance. Jayden is considered highly disciplined, carefully calculating, and highly observant, noting things that most others would over look, though many have come over the years to attribute this to the fact that he is a bird animilia, more commonly known among those who have made his acquaintance as being that of the Snowy Owl variety.
Theme Song: Iris by The Goo-Goo Dolls
Assassins
No quote as of yet.
Basic Information:
Name: Alec Sanderbuilt
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Shark Animilia
Rank: Assassin
Kin: Ryouken Malthese (Brother)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Shark Animilia
Rank: Assassin
Kin: Ryouken Malthese (Brother)
Biography:
Information pending; she is the younger sister of Ryuoken, though she takes after the features and name of her mother.
Theme Song: Pending
Maids & Manservants
"Life isn't always what you want it should be."
Basic Information:
Name: Esther Lyndel
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: 1/2 Elf, 1/2 Human
Rank: Villager
Job: Palace Maid
Kin: Jayden Lyndel (Brother), Zain Lyndel (Brother)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: 1/2 Elf, 1/2 Human
Rank: Villager
Job: Palace Maid
Kin: Jayden Lyndel (Brother), Zain Lyndel (Brother)
Biography:
Information is pending.
Theme Song: Pending
Villagers
"Grow up - nothing in this life can last forever."
Basic Information:
Name: Chandler Crowe
Age: 18 years
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Rank: Villager
Job: Healer
Kin: Leon Crowe (deceased; father), Merelda Crow (deceased; mother), Ciania Crowe (deceased; sister), Temperance Crowe (deceased; sister), Deverend Crowe (deceased; brother), Railand Crowe (deceased; brother); Devin Crowe (deceased, brother)
Age: 18 years
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Rank: Villager
Job: Healer
Kin: Leon Crowe (deceased; father), Merelda Crow (deceased; mother), Ciania Crowe (deceased; sister), Temperance Crowe (deceased; sister), Deverend Crowe (deceased; brother), Railand Crowe (deceased; brother); Devin Crowe (deceased, brother)
Biography:
Chandler Crowe, a rather young Elf of 18 years, and who looks to be no older than a day over his late teens (which is technically because he isn't yet), lives and works within the village as a rather skilled and talented young healer, brought to birth and being in the kingdom of Etholian and reared as a warrior, Chandler gave this life up when he witnessed the bloody carnage of war, and the death of not only his father and brothers, but also his best friend and the subsequent raid upon his home that killed the rest of his family. His mother, his sisters. His aunts and uncles, cousins...everything and everyone he ever loved and cared for, that he ever cherished, beloved, and held dear...his life, his childhood sweetheart...it was all gone. All of it. Chandler himself was the only survivor of the war, born when the kingdom of Etholian was still young and weak, and the races were not yet united, not yet ruled by the one true King and his Queen, before their royal children were born and the nation stabilized and grew into the formidable, unified force it is today. As a result, as penance for his failure to his family, and as a final act of defiance, Chandler turned his back upon the warrior path, giving up his weapons and armor, his days and time in the great art of bloodshed, and hung up his traveler's cloak in order to settle in the most populated village of the kingdom, taking up the title and rank of a healer, a lowly and humble young man who makes his living by helping others the best way he can, using his gifted healing touch to cure those ailments he can, and to ease the hurts of those he cannot. Though kind and polite to his patients, always calm and reassuring to those he is treating, when speaking on a more personal level, Chandler is quite bitter and sarcastic, with a darker tone and personality than most would think or recognize at first, most often sitting and staring in shock at the words and attitude that comes from his mouth, as if unable to believe their most cherished healer would speak in such a way, though many who know his past and history understand his feelings, his emotions, the reason he employs for pushing all others away in order to protect himself from the pain of such loss ever again, and especially in his viewpoints regarding war, knowing it could not have been easy to witness his entire clan, village, and family perish in the war and blaze of the battle fought in his younger years and days. Truly though, his only intention, wish, dream, and goal is to help and aid those of his new village and life, as he never wishes to witness the pain of death ever again, a fact of life he seemingly can never escape. In appearance, he wears nothing as intricate or polished as his battle armor once was, or even as classy as his normal, everyday clothing had once been, instead opting for a simple gray or white tunic covered by a black jacket that is decorated with gold highlights and trim about the collar, as well as deep red sleeve cuffs along the edges of his arms, though these are usually rolled up about halfway upon his arms, his muscled tone holding a nice physique that often catches the eyes of the ladies, though Chandler himself does not really seem to care, what with his thick black hair, pale skin, and sparkling golden eyes, orbs that draw one into their intricate, detailed depths, so full of pain, of life, and of course, of hurt, though they also hold notes of joy and hope, a prayer for a better time, and a brighter future. Black finger less gloves cover his hands, displaying the serpentine dragon like tattoo upon his right arm, in addition to this, he is clad in black pants, held up with a royal purple sash, further shielded and protected by the lower edges of his fringed jacket. Upon his neck, Chandler carries a chain necklace that holds a pouch of mementos, things he has left over from his old life and his time with his family, reminders of what all and who all he lost; things such as the wedding rings of his mother and father, a lock or two of his sisters' hair, the warrior signs and seals of his brothers. Even a locket from his old sweetheart, the she-elf he had loved and cherished for so very long, and the woman he had one day hoped to wed, a dream that was dashed and taken from him on the day of the raid.
Theme Song: It's Been Awhile by Staind
Relationship Theme Song (to Raylie): Monsters by Timeflies fting Katie Sky
Relationship Theme Song (to Raylie): Monsters by Timeflies fting Katie Sky
"Yeah, I'm still here, and I'm not goin' anywhere. Got a problem with it?"
Basic Information:
Name: Dreyvan Crusade
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Race: Lion Animilia
Rank: Street Urchin
Kin: Candia Crusade (mother; deceased), Malcolm Crusade II (brother; unknown), Malcolm Crusade I (father; living, unlocated)
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Race: Lion Animilia
Rank: Street Urchin
Kin: Candia Crusade (mother; deceased), Malcolm Crusade II (brother; unknown), Malcolm Crusade I (father; living, unlocated)
Biography:
Dreyvan Crusade is a young street urchin who was kicked to the curb when his mother, Candia Crusade, was killed by his father Malcolm Crusade the first, a male lion animilia who hunted both he and his mother down after the woman fled his terrible and abusive embrace before Dreyvan himself was even born, though certainly thought of. You see, his kind, lion animilia, lived in a pride, a large group of one or two adult males surrounded by the females, or lionesses, and Dreyvan's mother was the object of one of those lead males' affections, willingly or not. His father had a mate already, yes, a female that was to bare him many strong heirs, two girls, and another son, to be exact, but he wasn't satisfied with this, oh no, he had to have more, ever more. And so he took Candia, Dreyvan's mother, by force, though he kept this atrocity a secret from the rest of the pride, particularly his mate, the lead female of the group at the time. Prone to violent tendencies, Malcolm the first often beat on the women of his pride, causing many a miscarriage or still birth, a fate Candia was determined would not fall upon her or her baby, be it male or female. And so when she was presented with the opportunity, when she was given the most perfect chance, Candia fled, running not just for her own life, but for that of her child as well, living in secret and starting anew, though she kept the name she had been given since birth, so that her child might also have a name to call his own, and not just one that would reveal his status as an illegitimate child of their pride's leader. Candia birthed a child a few months later, a healthy son, above the bakery where she worked to support both he and herself, always having been partial to cooking in her younger years and earlier days, a passion that had clearly been carried down onto her from her mother's side, as it was a passion inherited from her mother, and her mother's mother before her. The young runaway lived a hard life, but it was a good life, full of love, life, and laughter, as she raised her son in peace, teaching him all the good things in the world, gifting him with all the love and devotion one person could ever show, ask, or wish for, though she always lived with the fear that her son's father and the male she had not wanted would find them and take her precious life away from her, steal the tender loving child she had worked so hard to raise on her own. It was a fear that was soon realized, as on the very day her Dreyvan turned twelve, Malcolm came calling, looking for both her and the child he knew he had sired, wanting to take the boy back to the pride, to teach him to be a man, or so he said. Dreyvan's mother refused, and fought him every step of the way, angering the male to such great proportions that he flew at Candia in a rage, killing the fae where she stood, right in front of the young Dreyvan, forever scarring him and taking away the innocence his mother had worked so hard to protect. And so Malcolm came for Dreyvan, covered in the stink and splashing splatter of his own mother's blood, intending to take him away, back to the pride where he would rend the rest of the kindness and teachings of goodness from the boy's heart, to rear him in the image that Malcolm had held for him for so long. But Dreyvan ran, and would have nothing to do with it. The police and constables kicked his father from the city, being as he was from another realm and faction, there was little else they could do besides that, and sorrowfully sent Dreyvan to the orphanage, where he was picked on and bullied by the other kids for his animilia blood. And so he left there too, unable to take such profoundly cruel treatment, especially in the wake of his mother's horrid loss, and has been living on the streets ever since. He is a quiet boy, one who is stealthy and able to sneak about in the darkest of spaces, the most silent and secure of places, though if he does speak, it is with a sharp, sarcastic tongue and a rude personality, as Dreyvan lost the light of hope at the dawn of another day long ago. Embittered and surly, Dreyvan keeps to himself and chases away all others who would offer him hope or even the slightest bit of help, never wishing to suffer the loss of a loved one again or reveal in the painful agony of such betrayal ever again.
Theme Song: Still here by John Rzeznik
"Ehh, let's face it: Being good was never my thing."
Basic Information:
Name: Bartholomew Burns
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Bat Animilia
Rank: Rogue
Job: Thief
Kin: None living
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Bat Animilia
Rank: Rogue
Job: Thief
Kin: None living
Biography:
Information pending.
Theme Song: Pending
Tribe Members
"There is no tomorrow if you can't even make it through today."
Basic Information:
Name: Ryouken Malthese
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf Animilia
Rank: Tribal Chieftain
Kin: Alec Sanderbuilt (Sister)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf Animilia
Rank: Tribal Chieftain
Kin: Alec Sanderbuilt (Sister)
Biography:
Ryuoken is not your typical leader - he isn't the warm, caring and fuzzy type who feels butterflies at every single emotion he experiences throughout the day. In fact, most wonder if this stone faced and seemingly inapproachable male has emotions at all, as he is unusually cold and distant for a leader, with a calloused shell that seems to belie the caring nature of his firmly beating heart, though Ryuoken himself doesn't really seem to take note of this. To many, he seems oblivious of these obvious design flaws, attributes that make him far from a desirable commander, but in reality, he is acutely aware of such. No one knows his worst qualities better than himself, and no one kicks or criticizes him more than he could ever personally inflict throughout the course of his own day. He is a very quiet leader, rarely speaking even to his subjects and followers, let alone foreign dignitaries, though he will undergo all the niceties and interactions required of one assuming his station. It's just that his sentences and speech patterns might be what some would call exceptionally short, usually ranging only a few words or accounting to the amount of what one might deem a sentence fragment; due to this, he may seem harsh and stern to some, but it is due to the cold exterior he exudes, the seemingly impenetrable shell he has thus surrounded himself with, even in the supposed safety and comfort of his own people. None are sure how Ryuoken came to hold the position of tribal chieftain, and not many are old enough to remember his assent to power - the tribe was very small then, and had undergone a desperate period in which nearly all of their number where wiped out, thus forcing them to resort to some of the more primal methods in order to survive. It is rumored that Ryuoken appeared at some point during this period in time - he randomly appeared in the woods immersing the tribe one day, critically injured to the point where the sheltering expanse of the tree was the only thing keeping him alive, as he certainly wasn't in any shape to be doing so himself. A tribe member found him, brought him home, and nursed him back to health, creating a loyal and life long member of the close group who eventually rose to the height of Chieftain, and therefore leader, though he is as much a mystery to them as he would be now to the outside world. It is rumored that Ryuoken came from a vast distance over the lands, farther than even Etholian, but nothing is known for certain, and it is something of which Ryuoken himself never speaks. He is a complete and utter mystery both to the kingdom and the people he has claimed as his own, and has never wavered or faltered in his course or in a decision, nor has he ever breathed so much as a word to his past, or how he came to bear such terrible scars along the otherwise handsome swath of his face and the broad expansion of his chest, the muscles knitted together in a smooth mass over the period and course of time. His hair is white and long, flowing down a bit past his shoulders in a defiance of tradition, for a male, and his eyes are a cold and distant glittering gold, pale in color, tone and hue, though not nearly as ashen as the creamy white of his otherwise delicate skin. His form is lean and fit, the clothing crafted to fit him with the most perfect of proportions, consisting of a black top lined about the neck with fur that is often open in the front, more like a vest or coat than anything, while his pants are of a midnight hue and almost skin tight, with a bit of breathing room required in order for him to freely move. His feet are clad in leather boots, and his hands are stained with callouses, usually hidden in his pockets or enclosed in a tight fist, depending upon what time of day it is or what currently happens to be taking place in his surroundings. A wolf animilia, Ryuoken seems more like a fox at times due to the sly and cunning nature that is his mind, and his face reflects a stern disposition, and one that will not take no, or tolerate nonsense, for an answer. He can seem quite imposing, and in no doubt, downright intimidating to those who first meet him, but once they grow comfortable, or at least, accustomed, to the fickle strangeness that is Ryuo, as he is often called for short, most grow to tolerate and endure him, and usually are content to just let him be, understanding he comes from a painful history.
Theme Song: Pending
Pets
Basic Information:
Name: Byakun
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Owner: Hemlock Vadis
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Owner: Hemlock Vadis
Information is pending.
Basic Information:
Name: Pia
Age: 4
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Alyssa Brequelle
Age: 4
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Alyssa Brequelle
Information is pending; she is the twin sister of Zephyr's favorite mount, Mia.
Basic Information:
Name: Mia
Age: 4
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Zephyr Windilwood
Age: 4
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Zephyr Windilwood
Information is pending; she is the twin sister of Alyssa's mount, Pia.
Basic Information:
Name: Stardust
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Esther Lyndel
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Esther Lyndel
Information is pending; she is the mount of the palace maid known as Esther, bought and paid for by her eldest brother, Jayden, as a birthday gift one year.
Basic Information:
Name: Diamond Dust
Age: 6 years
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Hemlock
Age: 6 years
Gender: Female (Mare)
Owner: Hemlock
Information is pending; Diamond Dust is the treasured mount of the Princess Hemlock, and the second of her two pets.
Basic Information:
Name: Pending
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male (Stallion)
Owner: Chandler Crowe
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male (Stallion)
Owner: Chandler Crowe
Information is pending; he is the horse of the village healer, Chandler Crowe, and has yet to be given a name.
Basic Information:
Name: Nutmeg
Age: 7 years
Gender: Male (Stallion)
Owner: Jayden Lyndel
Age: 7 years
Gender: Male (Stallion)
Owner: Jayden Lyndel
Information is pending; Nutmeg is the gentle stallion of Jayden Lyndel, though the knight has no desire for a mount, it is required he keep on per the King's regulations, in the off event that he might need one.