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Please use this thread only for CS submissions. If you have any questions, you may PM me or ask in the OOC thread.

Be sure to read through the two links titled LORE and ESTWYND to get an understanding of the setting.

Be advised: due to lore reasons, red heads will not be allowed. You may read about why in this thread.

All submissions must have a picture despite asking for a written description of appearance. Absolutely no anime. Photographs preferred but I will allow realistic artwork if it conforms to realism.

Please submit the SHORT FORM CS first for preliminary vetting. Once approved you may submit the LONG FORM CS.

All characters must be non magical humans unless pre approved by me.

Moderators @Elle Joyner and @Red Thunder will also be able to assist should I be momentarily unavailable.

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AVELINE EIBHLIN
AGE || 22
PROFESSION || Blood Mage

HISTORY || Aveline was born to a small family on an even smaller farm. She was the eldest of three, with a sister named Leia and their youngest brother named Jeremiah. Their father had passed shortly after Jeremiah's birth, and as the eldest, Aveline took it upon herself to help her mother as much as possible, with her siblings, the chores, and the upkeep of the farm, their only way of making any sort of living. The hard work did not bother Aveline, in fact, she reveled in knowing that she was doing all she could to support those she loved. She cared deeply for her family, and even though she was just a simple farmer's daughter, she was a proud young lady.


At the age of fifteen, the call of the Blood Mage took Aveline. In just a fraction of a moment, the girl had disappeared, leaving everything behind suddenly, the bag of chicken seed she had just been dispersing suddenly abandoned. The Afterlife is not a realm someone is meant to describe, especially not a fifteen year old girl. She does not know how much time passed in this realm when she was other. For all Ava knows, she could be a year older than she thinks she is now. Ava returned a few miles out from the farm in which she had called home, in the pond she knew to travel to with her brother and sister on hot summer days to play in. Pulling herself out, soaking wet, she saw in the water's reflection not the same person. Her eyes glowed a strange blue hue and she dared not go back home. Aveline, the self-proclaimed protector of her family, would not bring this upon them. They didn't deserve it.

Aveline stumbled into Thol, blinded by the inability to tell who was dead and who was alive. Though the people knew what she was, and it was clear she was not any type of threat, as Aveline struggled to get her bearings the people of the city only scurried away. Word was passed around quickly; a fresh, new blood mage had returned from the Afterlife, and after mere days, the High Queen had fetched for her. Aveline was found cowering in the corner of a dark alleyway, head between her knees, telling the voices and the faces and the brightness to leave her alone.


She trained under the High Ruler from that point on. With constant practice, Aveline learned to control the whispers of the souls that had not quite passed on. She never quite believed in the High Ruler with all of her heart; something seemed to hold her back from trusting her entirely, despite the fact she had practically saved her from herself. But Aveline was and is a sturdy worker, one who does not question and gets the job done. She slowly became one of the Queen's favored, for her prowess in battle, her strength in her magic, and her diligence.

She is loyal, or so she believes she is. Her life is comfortable enough. She is content.
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SAREN DYNAGRA
AGE || 21
PROFESSION || Heiress


HISTORY ||Her father unknown, Saren was born to the rebellious daughter of a wealthy family. As a baby, she was given up to her more refined Aunt and Uncle, and has been told nothing of her mother's fortune beyond this. Despite the nature of their biological relationship, she has always considered her Aunt and Uncle to be her parents.

All her life, Saren has been the favourite child. Her older brother (though her cousin by blood) rebelled against every plan the family contrived for his life in much the same way as his Aunt, Saren's mother. This caused considerable family drama and conflict throughout the years. Saren, on the other hand, quietly settled into her grooming to acquire an advantageous marriage. Eventually the final straw came when her brother left their home in Thol to pursue becoming an Aegis. When he was disinherited as a result of his stubbornness, the will of the family fortune fell on Saren, furthering her marital prospects even more.

For the past two years Saren's life has revolved around the suitors in pursuit of her hand. Two months ago, she was engaged to a young man from a good family by the name of Javin, who has his sights set on becoming a Senator. From learning dancing to refined manners to the company she keeps, every detail of her life has been orchestrated by her adoring and controlling parents - and so, it seems, her future will be no different.

Except perhaps in one respect. At times, Saren has been known to leave her parents house without permission in the dead of night to explore the countryside and city alone, her one aspect of freedom and independence. But perhaps once she is wed, her lest shred of freedom will be gone, and all traces of familial defiance will be no more.


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SAREN DYNAGRA
AGE || 21
PROFESSION || Heiress


HISTORY ||Her father unknown, Saren was born to the rebellious daughter of a wealthy family. As a baby, she was given up to her more refined Aunt and Uncle, and has been told nothing of her mother's fortune beyond this. Despite the nature of their biological relationship, she has always considered her Aunt and Uncle to be her parents.

All her life, Saren has been the favourite child. Her older brother (though her cousin by blood) rebelled against every plan the family contrived for his life in much the same way as his Aunt, Saren's mother. This caused considerable family drama and conflict throughout the years. Saren, on the other hand, quietly settled into her grooming to acquire an advantageous marriage. Eventually the final straw came when her brother left their home in Thol to pursue becoming an Aegis. When he was disinherited as a result of his stubbornness, the will of the family fortune fell on Saren, furthering her marital prospects even more.

For the past two years Saren's life has revolved around the suitors in pursuit of her hand. Two months ago, she was engaged to a young man from a good family by the name of Javin, who has his sights set on becoming a Senator. From learning dancing to refined manners to the company she keeps, every detail of her life has been orchestrated by her adoring and controlling parents - and so, it seems, her future will be no different.

Except perhaps in one respect. At times, Saren has been known to leave her parents house without permission in the dead of night to explore the countryside and city alone, her one aspect of freedom and independence. But perhaps once she is wed, her lest shred of freedom will be gone, and all traces of familial defiance will be no more.


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HISTORY
Marnie Belhund's family was once a rich family with a Senator, the effect of an incredibly clever grandfather with an exceptional ability to lock up the worst dissidents in his jails. However, as time as passed, her family has slowly slid into decline due to waning funds and a gambling problem. At first, they attempted to curry favor through sending their boys into the army, but tragedy struck when Marnia's two older brothers disappeared, while her older male cousins either died or became lieutenants. Meanwhile, the family was still swimming in debt. Marnie was one of several girl-cousins slated to marry richer, more economically sound men to help with the family fortune, but an illness soon robbed her of her looks, leaving a mouthy, incorrigible girl with no prospects.

Devastated and unsure of what to do, Marnie was pushed towards becoming a squire. She was a fair hunter from the T'ousand Rivers region in Neunyor, with enough skill to perhaps work her way into knighthood, but that was not at all a sure bet. Their gamble paid off, and an Aegis willingly took her on as his squire. Marnia is still struggling with the transition, and two years in, she has become somewhat capable as an Aegis' assistant, becoming proficient in work with a spear and bow, though not at all with a sword.

She hopes to find her brothers, as well as her cousins, but first she has to get past her stolid mentor, Alex Vallane, and his sullen demeanor.


GENERAL

Name || Marnia Belhund
Nickname || Marn, Marnie, Marns
Age || 18
Species || Human
Occupation || squire/assistant to an Aegis

"Oi, anyone know where the rum's at?"


APPEARANCE

Eye Color || Brown
Hair Color || Brown
Height || 6'2"
Weight || 156 lbs.

Written Appearance || Marnie is more likely to be called 'handsome' than beautiful. She was born with a long, protruding nose, a long face, and a sharp chin, accented by a pair of high cheekbones. Her lips are generous, with a quick smile full of crooked teeth. Her eyebrows are perhaps her most stately feature -- not too thick, with an upwards sweep over a set of warm eyes. However, her eyes are close-set, and her ears seemed a bit too big, so all in all it shouldn't have been a surprise that people were less than likely to marry her before she contracted bone-rash.

Unfortunately for her, she did get bone-rash, and it did scar quite badly on the left side of her face, leaving a pock-ridden mess along the left side of her body. Marnie often wears her hair down, especially in the front, in order to hide the mess of what's happened to her face and neck. Her hair is a dry brown, thick and coarse as uncarded wool, and it falls in a long wave down her back towards her waist. She's been deliberating cutting the whole mess off and leaving herself short-haired as a castle-cat, but her mother would kill her if she did.

Her body is gangly, with a myriad of joints that seem to jut out in every direction, without much of a curve to her. Her hands are long and deft, as are her feet, with knobbly knuckles and dexterous tips. Her skin is quite pale from years of living in the shadows of mountains, and her feet are heavily calloused from wearing thick leather boots. Her hands have rough patches from holding a bow and a spear, and she's managed some wiry muscle along her thin frame.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits ||

✥ Generous| Marnie has no problem giving the clothes off her back to a person in need, her friends especially. Often, people have to fight her to take back the things she is giving, rather than the other way around. She can't stand to see someone out a shirt, a knife, a few coins, or a ride.
✥ Energetic | Abounding with endless energy, Marnie seems to always be on the move and doing something. Unless hungover or sleep deprived, she is an extremely hard worker. Every move exudes a kind of languid energy.
✥ Friendly | She is quick to make acquaintances, and her family has joked she could talk a junkyard dog into becoming bosom buddies. Marnia knows not a single stranger. Insofar as no one gives her a reason to be rude, she is the welcome wagon to any and all comers.
✥ Abrasive | Unaware that a jest may be crude or not quite right for her present company, she can be a handful at dinners. She speaks her mind, and she speaks it plainly, which can get her in quite a lot of trouble. She often does not realize the harshness or inappropriateness of her words until far, far later.
✥ Hasty | Impatience is perhaps her biggest downfall. She must always be acting on something, and she struggles with waiting. Easily frustrated when having to take her time, she makes stupid mistakes because she never learned to slow down and be patient.
✥ Vindictive | Losing her trust earns an individual her lasting ire. She believes in swift and merciless justice, a holdover from her grandfather Brunvar. If she has been wronged, she will see to it that the other party is justly rewarded for their treason. It is not advised to cross her while she holds a weapon in hand.



WRITING SAMPLE
The girl stared at herself in the mirror, scrunching up her nose. It had been, at the very least, three weeks since her bone-rash had finally disappeared, taking its fever with it, and yet the pocks in her face still had not gone away. The doctor had said that the scars would be deep, and in fact would never go away, and Marnia was more than aware of what that meant.

All those classes in embroidery. All that time learning dining etiquette. All the days learning how to manage a household. All of it -- wasted. There was no cushy wife-of-a-Senator life waiting for her. There was no becoming-the-mother-of-some-noble's-child manner of living for a young, wrecked woman. Almost overnight, her entire future had dissipated along with what was left of her good looks, and it was just now sinking in as she scratched the scabs off her face, revealing deep pits.

"Marnia?"

She looked up at her father, who stood in the doorway. Ever since Mergan and Branwen had gone missing, her father seemed to shrunk ever further, in spite of his already domineering size. She had inherited his height and good sense, though none of his fine bone structure or calm demeanor. He joked she must take after her more ambitious mother, though both of them knew that wasn't quite true either. No, Marnia had the misfortune of being Brunvar's grandchild while still being a woman.

"I wanted to talk t'ya 'bout something. I know tha' this has been difficult for you," Arbrun stated, and Marnia lowered her eyes, grimacing.

"Y' can say that agin," Marnia grumbled.

"Regardless, I think there's another option other than spinsterhood."

"Yeah? Who wants a woman who don't bear children or look good enough fer the dinner table," Marnia spat crossing her arms as she swung her legs out of bed to stare at her father.

Arbrun, used to his daughter's direct manner, said, "An Aegis."

Marnia's frown deepened, though more in confusion than anger.

"I've sent off a letter ta an Aegis named Vallane."

"That Vallane? Orc-slayer Vallane's family?"

"Yes. I hear down the grapevine he's been needin' someone t' help 'im, a squire, and..." Arbrun opened his hands apologetically, his expression saying it all. Marnia looked down into her lap, hair drifting over her shoulders nearly to her waist. Squire to an Aegis. There were boys who'd murder each other hand over fist for a chance like that, yet she was deliberating it as if wondering whether to take a bitter-tasting draught or not.

Yet, what choice had she?

"What's they said?"

"Naught, so far. But it's promisin'. Y're strong. Fast. Able-bodied. And squire leads to Aegis, and Aegis leads to --"

" 'Prospects', " Marnie echoed, hearing her mother's voice in her head. Arbrun's stare seemed to span a great divide towards his daughter, who only hugged herself.

"Tell me if'n he answers. I will go."

 
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HISTORY
Marnie Belhund's family was once a rich family with a Senator, the effect of an incredibly clever grandfather with an exceptional ability to lock up the worst dissidents in his jails. However, as time as passed, her family has slowly slid into decline due to waning funds and a gambling problem. At first, they attempted to curry favor through sending their boys into the army, but tragedy struck when Marnia's two older brothers disappeared, while her older male cousins either died or became lieutenants. Meanwhile, the family was still swimming in debt. Marnie was one of several girl-cousins slated to marry richer, more economically sound men to help with the family fortune, but an illness soon robbed her of her looks, leaving a mouthy, incorrigible girl with no prospects.

Devastated and unsure of what to do, Marnie was pushed towards becoming a squire. She was a fair hunter from the T'ousand Rivers region in Neunyor, with enough skill to perhaps work her way into knighthood, but that was not at all a sure bet. Their gamble paid off, and an Aegis willingly took her on as his squire. Marnia is still struggling with the transition, and two years in, she has become somewhat capable as an Aegis' assistant, becoming proficient in work with a spear and bow, though not at all with a sword.

She hopes to find her brothers, as well as her cousins, but first she has to get past her stolid mentor, Alex Vallane, and his sullen demeanor.


GENERAL

Name || Marnia Belhund
Nickname || Marn, Marnie, Marns
Age || 18
Species || Human
Occupation || squire/assistant to an Aegis

"Oi, anyone know where the rum's at?"


APPEARANCE

Eye Color || Brown
Hair Color || Brown
Height || 6'2"
Weight || 156 lbs.

Written Appearance || Marnie is more likely to be called 'handsome' than beautiful. She was born with a long, protruding nose, a long face, and a sharp chin, accented by a pair of high cheekbones. Her lips are generous, with a quick smile full of crooked teeth. Her eyebrows are perhaps her most stately feature -- not too thick, with an upwards sweep over a set of warm eyes. However, her eyes are close-set, and her ears seemed a bit too big, so all in all it shouldn't have been a surprise that people were less than likely to marry her before she contracted bone-rash.

Unfortunately for her, she did get bone-rash, and it did scar quite badly on the left side of her face, leaving a pock-ridden mess along the left side of her body. Marnie often wears her hair down, especially in the front, in order to hide the mess of what's happened to her face and neck. Her hair is a dry brown, thick and coarse as uncarded wool, and it falls in a long wave down her back towards her waist. She's been deliberating cutting the whole mess off and leaving herself short-haired as a castle-cat, but her mother would kill her if she did.

Her body is gangly, with a myriad of joints that seem to jut out in every direction, without much of a curve to her. Her hands are long and deft, as are her feet, with knobbly knuckles and dexterous tips. Her skin is quite pale from years of living in the shadows of mountains, and her feet are heavily calloused from wearing thick leather boots. Her hands have rough patches from holding a bow and a spear, and she's managed some wiry muscle along her thin frame.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits ||

✥ Generous| Marnie has no problem giving the clothes off her back to a person in need, her friends especially. Often, people have to fight her to take back the things she is giving, rather than the other way around. She can't stand to see someone out a shirt, a knife, a few coins, or a ride.
✥ Energetic | Abounding with endless energy, Marnie seems to always be on the move and doing something. Unless hungover or sleep deprived, she is an extremely hard worker. Every move exudes a kind of languid energy.
✥ Friendly | She is quick to make acquaintances, and her family has joked she could talk a junkyard dog into becoming bosom buddies. Marnia knows not a single stranger. Insofar as no one gives her a reason to be rude, she is the welcome wagon to any and all comers.
✥ Abrasive | Unaware that a jest may be crude or not quite right for her present company, she can be a handful at dinners. She speaks her mind, and she speaks it plainly, which can get her in quite a lot of trouble. She often does not realize the harshness or inappropriateness of her words until far, far later.
✥ Hasty | Impatience is perhaps her biggest downfall. She must always be acting on something, and she struggles with waiting. Easily frustrated when having to take her time, she makes stupid mistakes because she never learned to slow down and be patient.
✥ Vindictive | Losing her trust earns an individual her lasting ire. She believes in swift and merciless justice, a holdover from her grandfather Brunvar. If she has been wronged, she will see to it that the other party is justly rewarded for their treason. It is not advised to cross her while she holds a weapon in hand.



WRITING SAMPLE
The girl stared at herself in the mirror, scrunching up her nose. It had been, at the very least, three weeks since her bone-rash had finally disappeared, taking its fever with it, and yet the pocks in her face still had not gone away. The doctor had said that the scars would be deep, and in fact would never go away, and Marnia was more than aware of what that meant.

All those classes in embroidery. All that time learning dining etiquette. All the days learning how to manage a household. All of it -- wasted. There was no cushy wife-of-a-Senator life waiting for her. There was no becoming-the-mother-of-some-noble's-child manner of living for a young, wrecked woman. Almost overnight, her entire future had dissipated along with what was left of her good looks, and it was just now sinking in as she scratched the scabs off her face, revealing deep pits.

"Marnia?"

She looked up at her father, who stood in the doorway. Ever since Mergan and Branwen had gone missing, her father seemed to shrunk ever further, in spite of his already domineering size. She had inherited his height and good sense, though none of his fine bone structure or calm demeanor. He joked she must take after her more ambitious mother, though both of them knew that wasn't quite true either. No, Marnia had the misfortune of being Brunvar's grandchild while still being a woman.

"I wanted to talk t'ya 'bout something. I know tha' this has been difficult for you," Arbrun stated, and Marnia lowered her eyes, grimacing.

"Y' can say that agin," Marnia grumbled.

"Regardless, I think there's another option other than spinsterhood."

"Yeah? Who wants a woman who don't bear children or look good enough fer the dinner table," Marnia spat crossing her arms as she swung her legs out of bed to stare at her father.

Arbrun, used to his daughter's direct manner, said, "An Aegis."

Marnia's frown deepened, though more in confusion than anger.

"I've sent off a letter ta an Aegis named Vallane."

"That Vallane? Orc-slayer Vallane's family?"

"Yes. I hear down the grapevine he's been needin' someone t' help 'im, a squire, and..." Arbrun opened his hands apologetically, his expression saying it all. Marnia looked down into her lap, hair drifting over her shoulders nearly to her waist. Squire to an Aegis. There were boys who'd murder each other hand over fist for a chance like that, yet she was deliberating it as if wondering whether to take a bitter-tasting draught or not.

Yet, what choice had she?

"What's they said?"

"Naught, so far. But it's promisin'. Y're strong. Fast. Able-bodied. And squire leads to Aegis, and Aegis leads to --"

" 'Prospects', " Marnie echoed, hearing her mother's voice in her head. Arbrun's stare seemed to span a great divide towards his daughter, who only hugged herself.

"Tell me if'n he answers. I will go."

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CHARACTER NAME
AGE || 29
PROFESSION || Aegis

HISTORY ||
Asterex. A marked name. Broken. Torn. Marred by treason. A legacy that Daimond Asterex has endured since he was a young boy. His father a traitor. Executed for a crime in which Daimond was too young to understand at the time. All he knew was a broken family. Stripped of status, and holdings barely kept. A name looked down upon by his equals, and hated by the commons.

After a confrontation that almost took his life, Daimond learned his first and most important lesson. Status offered no protection. Hatred and violence were the great equalizers. Defend yourself or die. A fitting lesson for a denizon of Sabletyn.

As soon as he was able to Daimond joined the army. Even as the only son, no one cared enough to stop him. No one had concern for a legacy marked by treason. With his fury in tow Daimond pushed himself neck deep. Within the army he would meet brutality and cruelty. So he matched it with his own brand of fury. His loyalty would be questioned. His mettle constantly tested. He would rise to meet each and every challenge. To earn the respect of his peers he would have to match and surpass them. He would cultivate his allies despite his disadvantages, many of whom would be unlikely. He would throw himself into this life with focus and dedication unlike many his age.

He would surpass those who kept him down. The rank and file that mocked and jeered at him would salute his passing. The commanders who spat on him would soon find themselves outranked and outmatched. With each passing year of achievement he would become more focused and dedicated. As he grew as a person so would his own fury and resentment. It would become controlled and calculated, but ever present.

When he was selected as a potential Aegis, Daimond threw himself at it with focus and dedication forged through years of simply proving others wrong. To fail would mean to be everything everyone said he was. So failure was unacceptable. The position had appeal for one reason. To answer to the High Queen herself was to answer to motive that was pure and unhindered. The Queen had no need to worm and curry favor, for hers was the highest office in the land. Better to answer to her, than answer to someone who answers to someone who answers to her. Little was lost in translation.

Daimond Asterex. Son of a traitor, would come to answer to the Queen. In execution of his duty, his loyalty is absolute. His dedication unwavering. But even the Aegis talked. Even they looked at him differently. Even they questioned him, after forging his path otherwise with pain, suffering, and sheer force of will.

No matter. What they said was of little importance in the end. One way or another the legacy of Asterex would be purged and reborn by fire, blood, and time.

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AGE || 28
PROFESSION || Gryphon Tamer

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HISTORY
Aveline was born to a small family on an even smaller farm. She was the eldest of three, with a sister named Leia and their youngest brother named Jeremiah. Their father had passed shortly after Jeremiah's birth, and as the eldest, Aveline took it upon herself to help her mother as much as possible, with her siblings, the chores, and the upkeep of the farm, their only way of making any sort of living. The hard work did not bother Aveline, in fact, she reveled in knowing that she was doing all she could to support those she loved. She cared deeply for her family, and even though she was just a simple farmer's daughter, she was a proud young lady.

At the age of fifteen, the call of the Blood Mage took Aveline. In just a fraction of a moment, the girl had disappeared, leaving everything behind suddenly, the bag of chicken seed she had just been dispersing suddenly abandoned. The Afterlife is not a realm someone is meant to describe, especially not a fifteen year old girl. She does not know how much time passed in this realm when she was other. For all Ava knows, she could be a year older than she thinks she is now. Ava returned a few miles out from the farm in which she had called home, in the pond she knew to travel to with her brother and sister on hot summer days to play in. Pulling herself out, soaking wet, she saw in the water's reflection not the same person. Her eyes glowed a strange blue hue and she dared not go back home. Aveline, the self-proclaimed protector of her family, would not bring this upon them. They didn't deserve it.

Aveline stumbled into Thol, blinded by the inability to tell who was dead and who was alive. Though the people knew what she was, and it was clear she was not any type of threat, as Aveline struggled to get her bearings the people of the city only scurried away. Word was passed around quickly; a fresh, new blood mage had returned from the Afterlife, and after mere days, the High Queen had fetched for her. Aveline was found cowering in the corner of a dark alleyway, head between her knees, telling the voices and the faces and the brightness to leave her alone.

She trained under the High Ruler from that point on. With constant practice, Aveline learned to control the whispers of the souls that had not quite passed on. She never quite believed in the High Ruler with all of her heart; something seemed to hold her back from trusting her entirely, despite the fact she had practically saved her from herself. But Aveline was and is a sturdy worker, one who does not question and gets the job done. She slowly became one of the Queen's favored, for her prowess in battle, her strength in her magic, and her diligence.

She is loyal, or so she believes she is. Her life is comfortable enough. She is content.


GENERAL

Name || Aveline Eibhlin
Nickname || Ava, Avs,
Age || 22
Species || Human
Occupation || Blood Mage

"Perhaps you can only live once you have seen the dead."


APPEARANCE

Eye Color || Though once a soft hazel brown, Aveline's eyes now glow bright blue, the clear mark of a blood mage.
Hair Color || Dirty Blonde
Height || 5'8"
Weight || 134 lbs

Written Appearance || Aveline is a rather well built young lady; her line of work since teenage years has allowed her to build muscle and keep in excellent shape. She is not exactly bulky, but very broad shouldered and not lithe, though of good height.

Though Aveline is a muscled woman, her facial features are soft and kind, if not for the harsh glow of her eyes and a constant uncertain frown, she would look almost sweet. Aveline carries herself with a sort of business like stature, one that seems to show no nonsense but she does fidget, though almost unnoticeable.

She is often outfitted in heavy and warm clothing, and does not walk lightly, her steps firm and planted to this earth, as if she fears she will leave it once more.
PERSONALITY

Personality Traits ||

✥Cautious - Aveline has encountered many a distrustful person in her days working for the High Ruler, as well as not being able to trust herself, especially in her earlier blood mage days. Though a good person with a caring heart, she restricts herself from trusting easily, and may come off as standoffish beacuse of this.
✥Hardworking - Aveline is an extremely dilligent, resillient, and determined person. Once given a task she will not back down until it is complete.
✥Anxious - As a result of being constantly chased by the ghosts of both the present and the past, Aveline is the type to constantly look over her shoulder and quietly worry, something about her seems uncomfortable almost always.
✥Loving - Underneath the cautiousness and anxiousness, Aveline is a kind and caring person. She is family oriented, from before her dip in the Afterlife, and nothing hits her soft spot more than someone innocent truly in need.

Strengths ||
+ Dilligent
+ Strong
+ Skilled

Weaknesses ||
_ Traumatized
_ Worrisome
_ Low self esteem

Quirks || Aveline is prone to the perhaps childish nature of fidgeting, tapping her fingers along her thighs or biting her nails. She can also sometimes be caught whispering to herself, when in reality she is generally speaking to the ghosts that linger around her.




WRITING SAMPLE
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HISTORY
Zaharin was born and raised in Emalnahar, within the Allied Kingdoms, to loving parents who would go on to have five children. As the third child, Zahar felt the need to prove himself and throughout his life has done everything in his power to do so. When his youngest and only sister, Inara, was born, he helped his mother raise her whereas his two oldest brothers hunted with their father. His father was a tanner and though he was interested in the profession, his interest laid in the enchantments he placed on the leather. This interest would lead him to beg his parents to attend the Academy of Magic.

Shortly after his twenty fifth birthday, he convinced his parents to let him attend the Academy residing in Syth. It took years but his mother finally relented with only one concession: he must take his sister Inara. And so the pair went, one sullen and one excited, to the ancient sprawling city. For seven and a half years he and his sister studied and honed their craft until one day Zaharin received a letter from his father. His younger brother was dying from the Sickness and they needed to return home as soon as possible. They left immediately, though Zaharin never told Inara about the letter, and when they returned home they were welcomed with a funeral. Years passed before he left Emalnahar once more to return to the Academy, where he'd found his calling in the scholarly arts.

Tragedy struck... multiple times within the next few years when he lost the entirety of his family, save Inara. First, his two older brothers were mysteriously killed during a hunting accident. Then, a few years later, his mother contracted the Sickness and died shortly thereafter. His father too, died of the Sickness, a few years after her. When his father died, he and Inara had a falling out after a vicious argument that began of talk of Shadow Magic, and the two have been estranged ever since.

Six months ago, Zahar left Syth and ventured by boat to Lahlo. Only he didn't reach his desired location and instead ended up stranded on the island off Estwynd's coast. For a month he wandered, finding odd jobs here and there while he spent any remaining times studying the local culture. A few months later, instead of boarding another vessel to head for his intended destination, Zahar sailed to Estwynd, curious of what he'd heard of the Winded Woods. It's been a little less than three months since his arrival and he's been roaming the landscape ever since, studying as he goes, as well as hiding his pointy ears...


GENERAL

Name: Zaharin Malgath Belanor
Nickname: Zahar
Age: 46
Species: Sur Elf
Occupation: Scholar

"The unfed mind devours itself."


APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: 220 lbs

Written Appearance: Dark lashes frame piercing deep green eyes. His face is rather angular and sharply built and his hair varies. Currently Zahar is regrowing his beard and letting his hair grow long. Thick waves rest just above his shoulders that are often swept up.

Zaharin is tall and while not stocky, is surprisingly well built for a scholar. From years of chasing his sister through the woods and keeping up with his older brothers, Zahar realized at a young age that despite the profession, one should always keep in good physical shape.

In the typical Sur fashion, Zahar tends to wear layers of skillfully crafted leathers. He tends to be picky, as his father was a tanner, and chooses to wear only the finest of attire. Zahar makes use of everything he owns however, and despite owning expertly crafted attire, they tend to be worn and frayed after the many years of use.
PERSONALITY

Personality Traits

✥ Logical - Zahar wants everything to be right, factual, logical. He needs things to make sense. Since he was a child he has searched for order and rational means. Despite being a tactful man and being able to recognize emotions and social cues, Zaharin is still the type to point out the facts first and deal with the other matters later.

✥ Scholarly - Forever searching for something new to learn (albeit somewhat hesitant to experience) Zahar is most comfortable when his nose is rubbing against the pages of a tomb and his fingers are scratching out history long past. Well educated and eager to understand new things, Zahar has a tendency to make others feel as though he knows more than he should.

✥ Steadfast - Zahar is not one to change his mind. If he is proven wrong by factual means he takes it as a lesson learned and commits it to memory, thankful for the new, correct information. Outside of this niche, Zahar is unyielding, a byproduct of the Belanor gene.

✥ Reserved - Despite being polite and warm, Zahar is a reserved individual, keeping matters of the heart, mind, and soul to himself and those closest to him. This isn't to say he can't strike a conversation with anyone he chooses as he does so often, but things considered personal are sacred and therefore off limits.

Strengths
+ Persistent
+ Resourceful
+ Well learned

Weaknesses
_ Critical
_ A bit finicky
_ Meticulous

Quirks
  • Zahar has a tendency to crack things - knuckles, neck, and back - quite often.
  • When he's nervous he glances around, as if seeking an exit.

Credit for Code: Jihae and Elle Joyner | TAC: Eudicia CS Sheet | @rissa
 

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HISTORY
Born the second child of a generationally wealthy family, Saren could hardly give a practical explanation of the word 'work' despite her supposedly large vocabulary. Born and raised to be delicate and refined, every detail of her lifestyle reflects this - her rich, expensive clothes, the constant presence of a nameless attendant at her side, the polished grace of her movements.

All her life, Saren has been the favourite child. Her older brother rebelled against every plan the family contrived for his life, causing drama and conflict every step of the way, while she quietly settled into her grooming to acquire an advantageous marriage. Eventually the final straw came when her brother left their home in Thol to pursue becoming an Aegis. When he was disinherited as a result, the will of the family fortune fell on Saren, furthering her marital prospects even more. .

For the past two years Saren’s life has revolved around the suitors in pursuit of her hand. Two months ago, she was engaged to a young man from a good family by the name of Javin, who has his sights set on becoming a Senator. From learning dancing to refined manners to the company she keeps, every detail of her life has been orchestrated by her adoring and controlling parents - and so, it seems, her future will be no different.

Except perhaps in one respect. At times, Saren has been known to leave her parents house without permission in the dead of night to explore the countryside and city alone, her one aspect of freedom and independence. But perhaps once she is wed, her lest shred of freedom will be gone, and all traces of familial defiance will be no more.


GENERAL

Name || Saren Dynagra
Nickname || Ren
Age || 21
Species || Human
Occupation || Heiress

"If you play by the rules, you may well always be safe. But if you break them, you might find something more valuable than security. But which do you value - novelty, or security? No one else can make that decision for you."


APPEARANCE

Eye Color || Green
Hair Color || Blonde
Height || 5'5
Weight || 130lbs

Written Appearance || Saren always stands up tall so as to get the most out of her height. Her honey blonde hair is always either elaborately styled or fetchingly curled to fall loosely around her cosmetically engulfed face. Her figure is elegantly feminine, but her clothes are chosen to modestly divert the eye while still remaining attractive. Nothing she wears is ever cheap, from her dainty shoes to flowing silk gowns and velvet capes. Several pieces of jewelry will be hanging on her somewhere at all times.

While not exactly delicate or fragile, her frame is rather dainty. She possesses a naturally thin build, and this combined with her height makes her rather light. Despite this, there is a subtle sturdiness to her that allows for the possibility of her becoming strong under the right (however unlikely) circumstances. Her skin is quite pale due to the majority of her time being spent inside.

Her preference is to wear bright colours that highlight her hair, and more often than not there will be plenty of glitter to catch the light attached to her clothes, in addition to whatever jewelry she happens to have. She will invariably stand out in a crowd if there's much light, due to the vibrancy of her wardrobe and glitteriness of her accessories.
PERSONALITY

Personality Traits ||

✥ Guarded | Particularly fond of showing the kind of demeanor she expects her audience wishes to see, while suppressing whatever her natural inclination might have been.
✥ Obedient | Saren is happy when those around her are happy - therefore she enjoys pleasing them by adhering to their wishes as best she can.
✥ Thoughtful | While her actions would certainly never show it to any other person, she has a habit of thinking deeply about all the 'what-if's' and what it might be like to truly have a will and opinion of her own, particularly when out alone at night.
✥ Submissive| She may be prone to often considering in her mind what independence might be like, but ultimately she has very little gumption of her own and is easily coerced into acting according to the wishes of anyone that happens to not be herself.

Strengths ||
+ Exceptional balance/coordination
+ Diplomatic
+ Adaptable

Weaknesses ||
_ Overly dependent on others
_ Easily influenced
_ Gullible

Quirks || While she thrives on the presence of others and her reliance on them, Saren has sporadic moments where she craves being alone.

While she is incredibly adaptable to who or whatever is around her, she is oddly particular about routines and things always being done the same way. She dislikes change unless she can be made to see it as significantly 'better' than the former state of things, and when things change suddenly it can take her rather a long while to accept them.




WRITING SAMPLE
In the darkness, Saren could hardly make out the details of the elaborate artwork on her bedroom ceiling, but she lay in her bed staring at it regardless. On the mantle above the fireplace across the room, a clock softly ticked away the night. Only the barest remnants of heat still drifted into the room from the dying coals in the hearth.

Ding, ding, ding…

The clock softly chimed eleven o-clock. She sat up slowly, the heavy blankets rustling about her, and swung her feet over the edge of the bed, straight into her waiting boots. She stood and turned to carefully arrange the blankets to appear as though someone still rested beneath them, then lifted her pillows and took out a plain, drab dress and a worn dark grey cloak. She slipped into the dress, and threw the cloak around her shoulders, drawing the hood up over her head.

She tiptoed to the door and double checked that the lock was secure. Then, she silently crossed the room to the window. It opened easily, ushering in a gust of cold, fresh wind. She inhaled deeply, almost tempted to smile. She hiked up her dress, and climbed out onto the sill.

She gripped the edge of the sill with her fingertips - first one foot, then the other over the edge. She dangled for barely a moment before letting herself drop onto the overhang above the conservatory balcony. Keeping low with one hand braced against the outer wall, she made it to the edge and gripped the iron trellis grounded to the stone wall. Carefully maneuvering around the various vines growing up it and keeping away from the windows, she climbed down to the ground.

Saren turned her back on the estate house and sprinted for the gap in the hedge. When she reached it she ducked and slipped through, now out on the lane. She kept running in the shadows of the trees, familiar with where she needed to step and how to shift her weight to make the least amount of noise. She by no means considered herself a master of stealth, but neither was she a mad beast crashing about.

Once the house was out of sight, she started slowing down to catch her breath. Up ahead, the road turned left towards the city. She stood deliberating for a time, but eventually turned to the right and the stream.

She walked slowly by the water’s edge, her eyes fixed on the uneven ground before her, but not really seeing it. She hadn’t come this way in a long time - not since she had plucked up the courage to go into the city instead. Coming back now, she hadn’t realized just how much she enjoyed the gentle peace of the place, knowing that no one was coming to disrupt it, that she was alone, and free.

If to be alone in such a way was loneliness, she would happily be lonely forever.


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HISTORY
Aveline was born to a small family on an even smaller farm. She was the eldest of three, with a sister named Leia and their youngest brother named Jeremiah. Their father had passed shortly after Jeremiah's birth, and as the eldest, Aveline took it upon herself to help her mother as much as possible, with her siblings, the chores, and the upkeep of the farm, their only way of making any sort of living. The hard work did not bother Aveline, in fact, she reveled in knowing that she was doing all she could to support those she loved. She cared deeply for her family, and even though she was just a simple farmer's daughter, she was a proud young lady.

At the age of fifteen, the call of the Blood Mage took Aveline. In just a fraction of a moment, the girl had disappeared, leaving everything behind suddenly, the bag of chicken seed she had just been dispersing suddenly abandoned. The Afterlife is not a realm someone is meant to describe, especially not a fifteen year old girl. She does not know how much time passed in this realm when she was other. For all Ava knows, she could be a year older than she thinks she is now. Ava returned a few miles out from the farm in which she had called home, in the pond she knew to travel to with her brother and sister on hot summer days to play in. Pulling herself out, soaking wet, she saw in the water's reflection not the same person. Her eyes glowed a strange blue hue and she dared not go back home. Aveline, the self-proclaimed protector of her family, would not bring this upon them. They didn't deserve it.

Aveline stumbled into Thol, blinded by the inability to tell who was dead and who was alive. Though the people knew what she was, and it was clear she was not any type of threat, as Aveline struggled to get her bearings the people of the city only scurried away. Word was passed around quickly; a fresh, new blood mage had returned from the Afterlife, and after mere days, the High Queen had fetched for her. Aveline was found cowering in the corner of a dark alleyway, head between her knees, telling the voices and the faces and the brightness to leave her alone.

She trained under the High Ruler from that point on. With constant practice, Aveline learned to control the whispers of the souls that had not quite passed on. She never quite believed in the High Ruler with all of her heart; something seemed to hold her back from trusting her entirely, despite the fact she had practically saved her from herself. But Aveline was and is a sturdy worker, one who does not question and gets the job done. She slowly became one of the Queen's favored, for her prowess in battle, her strength in her magic, and her diligence.

She is loyal, or so she believes she is. Her life is comfortable enough. She is content.


GENERAL

Name || Aveline Eibhlin
Nickname || Ava, Avs,
Age || 22
Species || Human
Occupation || Blood Mage

"Perhaps you can only live once you have seen the dead."


APPEARANCE

Eye Color || Though once a soft hazel brown, Aveline's eyes now glow bright blue, the clear mark of a blood mage.
Hair Color || Dirty Blonde
Height || 5'8"
Weight || 134 lbs

Written Appearance || Aveline is a rather well built young lady; her line of work since teenage years has allowed her to build muscle and keep in excellent shape. She is not exactly bulky, but very broad shouldered and not lithe, though of good height.

Though Aveline is a muscled woman, her facial features are soft and kind, if not for the harsh glow of her eyes and a constant uncertain frown, she would look almost sweet. Aveline carries herself with a sort of business like stature, one that seems to show no nonsense but she does fidget, though almost unnoticeable.

She is often outfitted in heavy and warm clothing, and does not walk lightly, her steps firm and planted to this earth, as if she fears she will leave it once more.
PERSONALITY

Personality Traits ||

✥Cautious - Aveline has encountered many a distrustful person in her days working for the High Ruler, as well as not being able to trust herself, especially in her earlier blood mage days. Though a good person with a caring heart, she restricts herself from trusting easily, and may come off as standoffish beacuse of this.
✥Hardworking - Aveline is an extremely dilligent, resillient, and determined person. Once given a task she will not back down until it is complete.
✥Anxious - As a result of being constantly chased by the ghosts of both the present and the past, Aveline is the type to constantly look over her shoulder and quietly worry, something about her seems uncomfortable almost always.
✥Loving - Underneath the cautiousness and anxiousness, Aveline is a kind and caring person. She is family oriented, from before her dip in the Afterlife, and nothing hits her soft spot more than someone innocent truly in need.

Strengths ||
+ Dilligent
+ Strong
+ Skilled

Weaknesses ||
_ Traumatized
_ Worrisome
_ Low self esteem

Quirks || Aveline is prone to the perhaps childish nature of fidgeting, tapping her fingers along her thighs or biting her nails. She can also sometimes be caught whispering to herself, when in reality she is generally speaking to the ghosts that linger around her.




WRITING SAMPLE
TBD


Bless Jihae for the starting base behind this code​
Character approved! Writing sample not required due to having roleplayed together over a year as previously discussed.


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HISTORY
Zaharin was born and raised in Emalnahar, within the Allied Kingdoms, to loving parents who would go on to have five children. As the third child, Zahar felt the need to prove himself and throughout his life has done everything in his power to do so. When his youngest and only sister, Inara, was born, he helped his mother raise her whereas his two oldest brothers hunted with their father. His father was a tanner and though he was interested in the profession, his interest laid in the enchantments he placed on the leather. This interest would lead him to beg his parents to attend the Academy of Magic.

Shortly after his twenty fifth birthday, he convinced his parents to let him attend the Academy residing in Syth. It took years but his mother finally relented with only one concession: he must take his sister Inara. And so the pair went, one sullen and one excited, to the ancient sprawling city. For seven and a half years he and his sister studied and honed their craft until one day Zaharin received a letter from his father. His younger brother was dying from the Sickness and they needed to return home as soon as possible. They left immediately, though Zaharin never told Inara about the letter, and when they returned home they were welcomed with a funeral. Years passed before he left Emalnahar once more to return to the Academy, where he'd found his calling in the scholarly arts.

Tragedy struck... multiple times within the next few years when he lost the entirety of his family, save Inara. First, his two older brothers were mysteriously killed during a hunting accident. Then, a few years later, his mother contracted the Sickness and died shortly thereafter. His father too, died of the Sickness, a few years after her. When his father died, he and Inara had a falling out after a vicious argument that began of talk of Shadow Magic, and the two have been estranged ever since.

Six months ago, Zahar left Syth and ventured by boat to Lahlo. Only he didn't reach his desired location and instead ended up stranded on the island off Estwynd's coast. For a month he wandered, finding odd jobs here and there while he spent any remaining times studying the local culture. A few months later, instead of boarding another vessel to head for his intended destination, Zahar sailed to Estwynd, curious of what he'd heard of the Winded Woods. It's been a little less than three months since his arrival and he's been roaming the landscape ever since, studying as he goes, as well as hiding his pointy ears...


GENERAL

Name: Zaharin Malgath Belanor
Nickname: Zahar
Age: 46
Species: Sur Elf
Occupation: Scholar

"The unfed mind devours itself."


APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: 220 lbs

Written Appearance: Dark lashes frame piercing deep green eyes. His face is rather angular and sharply built and his hair varies. Currently Zahar is regrowing his beard and letting his hair grow long. Thick waves rest just above his shoulders that are often swept up.

Zaharin is tall and while not stocky, is surprisingly well built for a scholar. From years of chasing his sister through the woods and keeping up with his older brothers, Zahar realized at a young age that despite the profession, one should always keep in good physical shape.

In the typical Sur fashion, Zahar tends to wear layers of skillfully crafted leathers. He tends to be picky, as his father was a tanner, and chooses to wear only the finest of attire. Zahar makes use of everything he owns however, and despite owning expertly crafted attire, they tend to be worn and frayed after the many years of use.
PERSONALITY

Personality Traits

✥ Logical - Zahar wants everything to be right, factual, logical. He needs things to make sense. Since he was a child he has searched for order and rational means. Despite being a tactful man and being able to recognize emotions and social cues, Zaharin is still the type to point out the facts first and deal with the other matters later.

✥ Scholarly - Forever searching for something new to learn (albeit somewhat hesitant to experience) Zahar is most comfortable when his nose is rubbing against the pages of a tomb and his fingers are scratching out history long past. Well educated and eager to understand new things, Zahar has a tendency to make others feel as though he knows more than he should.

✥ Steadfast - Zahar is not one to change his mind. If he is proven wrong by factual means he takes it as a lesson learned and commits it to memory, thankful for the new, correct information. Outside of this niche, Zahar is unyielding, a byproduct of the Belanor gene.

✥ Reserved - Despite being polite and warm, Zahar is a reserved individual, keeping matters of the heart, mind, and soul to himself and those closest to him. This isn't to say he can't strike a conversation with anyone he chooses as he does so often, but things considered personal are sacred and therefore off limits.

Strengths
+ Persistent
+ Resourceful
+ Well learned

Weaknesses
_ Critical
_ A bit finicky
_ Meticulous

Quirks
  • Zahar has a tendency to crack things - knuckles, neck, and back - quite often.
  • When he's nervous he glances around, as if seeking an exit.


Credit for Code: Jihae and Elle Joyner | TAC: Eudicia CS Sheet | @rissa
Character approved and writing sample not required as previously discussed! Due to having roleplayed together for over a year



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HISTORY
Born the second child of a generationally wealthy family, Saren could hardly give a practical explanation of the word 'work' despite her supposedly large vocabulary. Born and raised to be delicate and refined, every detail of her lifestyle reflects this - her rich, expensive clothes, the constant presence of a nameless attendant at her side, the polished grace of her movements.

All her life, Saren has been the favourite child. Her older brother rebelled against every plan the family contrived for his life, causing drama and conflict every step of the way, while she quietly settled into her grooming to acquire an advantageous marriage. Eventually the final straw came when her brother left their home in Thol to pursue becoming an Aegis. When he was disinherited as a result, the will of the family fortune fell on Saren, furthering her marital prospects even more. .

For the past two years Saren’s life has revolved around the suitors in pursuit of her hand. Two months ago, she was engaged to a young man from a good family by the name of Javin, who has his sights set on becoming a Senator. From learning dancing to refined manners to the company she keeps, every detail of her life has been orchestrated by her adoring and controlling parents - and so, it seems, her future will be no different.

Except perhaps in one respect. At times, Saren has been known to leave her parents house without permission in the dead of night to explore the countryside and city alone, her one aspect of freedom and independence. But perhaps once she is wed, her lest shred of freedom will be gone, and all traces of familial defiance will be no more.


GENERAL

Name || Saren Dynagra
Nickname || Ren
Age || 21
Species || Human
Occupation || Heiress

"If you play by the rules, you may well always be safe. But if you break them, you might find something more valuable than security. But which do you value - novelty, or security? No one else can make that decision for you."


APPEARANCE

Eye Color || Green
Hair Color || Blonde
Height || 5'5
Weight || 130lbs

Written Appearance || Saren always stands up tall so as to get the most out of her height. Her honey blonde hair is always either elaborately styled or fetchingly curled to fall loosely around her cosmetically engulfed face. Her figure is elegantly feminine, but her clothes are chosen to modestly divert the eye while still remaining attractive. Nothing she wears is ever cheap, from her dainty shoes to flowing silk gowns and velvet capes. Several pieces of jewelry will be hanging on her somewhere at all times.

While not exactly delicate or fragile, her frame is rather dainty. She possesses a naturally thin build, and this combined with her height makes her rather light. Despite this, there is a subtle sturdiness to her that allows for the possibility of her becoming strong under the right (however unlikely) circumstances. Her skin is quite pale due to the majority of her time being spent inside.

Her preference is to wear bright colours that highlight her hair, and more often than not there will be plenty of glitter to catch the light attached to her clothes, in addition to whatever jewelry she happens to have. She will invariably stand out in a crowd if there's much light, due to the vibrancy of her wardrobe and glitteriness of her accessories.
PERSONALITY

Personality Traits ||

✥ Guarded | Particularly fond of showing the kind of demeanor she expects her audience wishes to see, while suppressing whatever her natural inclination might have been.
✥ Obedient | Saren is happy when those around her are happy - therefore she enjoys pleasing them by adhering to their wishes as best she can.
✥ Thoughtful | While her actions would certainly never show it to any other person, she has a habit of thinking deeply about all the 'what-if's' and what it might be like to truly have a will and opinion of her own, particularly when out alone at night.
✥ Submissive| She may be prone to often considering in her mind what independence might be like, but ultimately she has very little gumption of her own and is easily coerced into acting according to the wishes of anyone that happens to not be herself.

Strengths ||
+ Exceptional balance/coordination
+ Diplomatic
+ Adaptable

Weaknesses ||
_ Overly dependent on others
_ Easily influenced
_ Gullible

Quirks || While she thrives on the presence of others and her reliance on them, Saren has sporadic moments where she craves being alone.

While she is incredibly adaptable to who or whatever is around her, she is oddly particular about routines and things always being done the same way. She dislikes change unless she can be made to see it as significantly 'better' than the former state of things, and when things change suddenly it can take her rather a long while to accept them.




WRITING SAMPLE
In the darkness, Saren could hardly make out the details of the elaborate artwork on her bedroom ceiling, but she lay in her bed staring at it regardless. On the mantle above the fireplace across the room, a clock softly ticked away the night. Only the barest remnants of heat still drifted into the room from the dying coals in the hearth.

Ding, ding, ding…

The clock softly chimed eleven o-clock. She sat up slowly, the heavy blankets rustling about her, and swung her feet over the edge of the bed, straight into her waiting boots. She stood and turned to carefully arrange the blankets to appear as though someone still rested beneath them, then lifted her pillows and took out a plain, drab dress and a worn dark grey cloak. She slipped into the dress, and threw the cloak around her shoulders, drawing the hood up over her head.

She tiptoed to the door and double checked that the lock was secure. Then, she silently crossed the room to the window. It opened easily, ushering in a gust of cold, fresh wind. She inhaled deeply, almost tempted to smile. She hiked up her dress, and climbed out onto the sill.

She gripped the edge of the sill with her fingertips - first one foot, then the other over the edge. She dangled for barely a moment before letting herself drop onto the overhang above the conservatory balcony. Keeping low with one hand braced against the outer wall, she made it to the edge and gripped the iron trellis grounded to the stone wall. Carefully maneuvering around the various vines growing up it and keeping away from the windows, she climbed down to the ground.

Saren turned her back on the estate house and sprinted for the gap in the hedge. When she reached it she ducked and slipped through, now out on the lane. She kept running in the shadows of the trees, familiar with where she needed to step and how to shift her weight to make the least amount of noise. She by no means considered herself a master of stealth, but neither was she a mad beast crashing about.

Once the house was out of sight, she started slowing down to catch her breath. Up ahead, the road turned left towards the city. She stood deliberating for a time, but eventually turned to the right and the stream.

She walked slowly by the water’s edge, her eyes fixed on the uneven ground before her, but not really seeing it. She hadn’t come this way in a long time - not since she had plucked up the courage to go into the city instead. Coming back now, she hadn’t realized just how much she enjoyed the gentle peace of the place, knowing that no one was coming to disrupt it, that she was alone, and free.

If to be alone in such a way was loneliness, she would happily be lonely forever.


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HISTORY
Ender’s story begins with the death of his mother. She was murdered by a woman that once was her best friend, and he was not intended to survive the attack. Through this he was born into a life with the murderer, ignorant to her crimes. This woman did not raise Ender alone, and he was not raised in a traditional fashion. For eight years he knew of only three rooms that carried no windows and only thirteen faces that would come and go to visit, tutor, or train him.

Perhaps he was loved. He doesn't know otherwise. He doesn't even know his birth date. It wasn't until after his eighth year did he even see sunlight. His family forced him out on the streets to pose as a street rat and spy on people for blackmail. He wasn't allowed back home until he brought back a fair amount of information. It was his meal ticket for another eight years of his life.

Discovering this man’s past would be a feat indeed. A man built from subterfuge is not easily broken. He may spin a tale or weave a convincing lie, but he guards the truth well. So much so that somehow he landed credentials as a soldier of the Armies. Technically he is a soldier. Technically.


GENERAL

Name || Ender Khanan
Nickname || Edgelord
Age || 23
Species || human
Occupation || Pseudo Soldier, spy, etc


"Oh all the money that e'er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me and all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all."


APPEARANCE

Eye Color || Brown
Hair Color || Dark brown/black
Height || 6’3”
Weight || 210


Written Appearance || A man of dark features and complexion to match the mystery, yet still manages to carry a somewhat soft approach about him. Ender tall and well built in a manner suggesting a physically demanding lifestyle. The soldier’s uniform compliments this well. His hair falls just to his shoulders and is neatly groomed when his profession allows and frames a square jaw. His upper lip is perhaps his most prominent feature as it is much fuller than the lower. His smile is crooked and his eyes carry constant dark circles as if perpetually fatigued.
PERSONALITY

Personality Traits ||
✥ Adaptable – There never appears a situation or a people group he can't mold himself into.
✥ Intelligent – His mind is sharp and evidently witty.
✥ Confident – There is an air about him that shows he is self-assured.
✥ Incisive – Paired with his intelligence, he is an analytical and astute individual even if he does not share it.


Strengths ||
+ Profiling – he is able to read a person well within a meeting or two.
+ Martial Skills – he has a plethora of combat skills for most situations.
+ Magic – he dabbles in Shadow Magic, though does not practice in public


Weaknesses ||
_Agitator – he knows how to find one’s pressure points and exploit.
_Secrecy – a keen liar and a man with many secrets makes him less trustworthy if the truth is revealed.
_Self-serving – he acts on what is best for him and him alone.


Quirks || Despite his strange militaristic upbringing, a softer side of Ender can be revealed when he bakes. He is quite the avid baker, enjoying it as both a hobby and as a possible future career path. His speciality would be macaroons. If a kitchen is available he will more than likely bake something cathartically.






WRITING SAMPLE
Writing sample goes here. Please use 3rd person, past tense, from THIS specific character.



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