Thornhedge FORUMS - 1x1 w/ Mooncloud & Pumpkin

A space for the characters featured in Thornhedge, along with the countries and cities within it.

Full Name: Tarjinn Drexemul (Drexe=ivory/white, -mul=tooth/fang)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 6'5"
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: White Dragonborn
Theme: ?

Appearance:
Tarjinn is a white Dragonborn, with white scales covering his body that may look silver depending on the lighting. His eyes are colored amber. He has large scales cascading down his neck and back, gradually getting smaller towards his palms, bottom of his feet, and the tip of his tail. His tail is only about three feet long and acts as a source of balance. He has darker horns on his head, two larger ones and tiny ones in front of those, as well as three beneath his chin. He has fins on both cheeks and webbed feet. On the upper left side of his chest, right at his collarbone, he has a small patch of scales missing from being pulled off, revealing pale skin underneath that is unprotected. He often has to wear armor or a specialized piece of leather armor over it to prevent his heart from possibly being accesed.

Birth Country: Tymanther
Residing Country: ?
Spouse: Esme (Betrothed)
Children: Suu (Adopted)

Class: Paladin (Oath of Devotion)
Class Background: Noble
Languages: Common, Draconic, +1
Skills: Dragonchess
Traits: Resistant to the cold

Stories:
Mornings - PG13
Snowflakes

Background:
Tarjinn originated from the country of Tymanther, though just his ancestry. His clan is based in the mountains, a big family of many generations gathered together to survive in the frigid conditions. They called themselves Ivoryfang, the great military clan of white dragonborn. They compete with other families in the region, often at a standstill in war at the borders. Keeping the peace is a major factor in the halts, but the clans are still determined to be the strongest and most powerful of the mountains.

Tarjinn did not understand the hatred towards the god dragon from his clan of Ivoryfang. Dragons may have been their enemy in war, but Ivoryfang and other clans prided themselves on being respectful to all beings, enemy or otherwise. It seemed hypocritical to him to continue to deny that Bahamut had provided much for them. He privately began to worship the dragon, following a paladin route and eventually leaving at 15 to avoid being exiled from his family. Treading down the mountains, he encountered much on his quest to find his true purpose, under the watchful eye of Bahamut. His aging in battle and in life opened his eyes to a world beyond his clan borders that he would not have expected. He embraced it fully, taking in everything he could to spread his presence to those that needed him. If helping others was blessed to Bahamut, he would never stop to do so.

In his journey, he met two young men and a young woman. One happened to be a younger sibling of his friend, another white dragonborn who was striving to prove himself. Because of the betrayal of the friend, the brother, Kilrune, was pressured to do twice the work to bring pride to the family name and the clan, leading him to fail multiple times, and ultimately be kicked out, to find his footing. If he came back with a dragon’s head in his hands, he would be deemed worthy, and let back in. Tarjinn, feeling somewhat responsible for not noticing the young boy before, took the 17-year old under his wing, beginning to train him in the ways of a paladin. Though he works as a squire, the Dragonborn is quite skilled, at least Tarjinn thinks so, and so the older male will allow him to do more on their adventures. Now that Tarjinn is 27, the younger is 20, and the two get along quite well, sparring against one another or exchanging prayers.

The two other were commoner Dragonborn, simply looking for some extra cash at the bottom of the mountains. A young couple, they wanted to see the world, rather than sell rugs and furs in their small city shop. Hearing of a traveler in town from the clans, they asked to follow for a small pay and would do whatever it took just to follow him. Being the compassionate Dragonborn he was, Tarjinn agreed to pay them a wage, so that they could use it on adventures beyond his care. Their colors are black and copper, for the male and female respectively. Though the female, Thavyre, has good control of her small bit of power, the male, Bhakris, is known to drool in his sleep, creating some grouchy mornings where the pillows would have a gaping hole or the ground would have a dent. Nonetheless, they kept to themselves, carrying Tarjinn’s gear, though they were known to be a bit...lively at night or during a lull in the journey, leading Tarjinn to keep a close eye on them or teach them the ways of following Bahamut, in hopes that they would be more considerate of others around them, and follow a more religious path in life. They do not mean harm to anyone, but are still young, and have much to learn as of yet.

Tarjinn used to live in the woods about a mile from his main town of Thornhedge, in a large house tended mostly by Bhakris and Thavyre, as he went to other places and battled creatures to bring justice and light back in the world, by the guidance of Bahamut. Though the home was abandoned at times by the two retainers, as they traveled to their own places (allowed by the white Dragonborn), the place was kept clean by Tarjinn who keep it tidy and clean for any guests that may arrive to spend an eve or have a bite to eat on their journey. For Tarjinn, his doors were always open to those that needed support and recovery. Now the manor has been passed to Kilrune, who serves as the Master of the Household as Tarjinn goes to fight for Esme and her kingdom.



Full Name: Kilrune Drexemul (Drexe=ivory/white, -mul=tooth/fang)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3"
Eye Color: Dark Green
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Race: White Dragonborn
Theme: ?

Appearance:
Kilrune is a white Dragonborn, with white scales covering his body in a similar fashion to Tarjinn. His eyes are a darker green, similar to collard leaves. He also has a tail of similar length, also using it for balance. He has two darker horns upon his head, curving back more as well as laying more against his head than Tarjinn's. His two smaller horns lay in front of those, and he has tiny spikes on his chin in leiu of horns, as well as smaller gills. His hair is a dusty black, usually left as tied-back dreads cascading to just above the ends of his shoulder blades.

Birth Country: Tymanther
Residing Country: Thornhedge (Village)
Spouse: Ailani (Mate)
Children: 1

Class: Paladin/?
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, Draconic
Skills: xxx
Traits: Resistant to the cold

Stories:
Bracelet of Honor - NC

Background:
xxx



Full Name: David Nicholas Woodland
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Race: Human
Theme: ?

Appearance:
David lies on the leaner side of muscle, nimble for sneaking around or using his radar abilities. His hair is thick and black, often combed back or left slightly askew, and is not known for fixing it too often like others. His eyes are a deep blue, a tad brighter than the navy used for the country flags and colors. He normally keeps himself shaved, but occassionally leaves a thin layer of stubble if he can't be bothered.

Birth Country: ?
Residing Country: Folgario
Spouse: Quinlynn (Deceased); Myewnen (Ex-wife, mother of Fenrinn); ?
Children: Fenrinn
Mount: Evergreen
Pets: Mouse, Moose, Cupcake

Class: ?
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, ?
Skills: Sound Radar (Enhanced hearing abilities), ?
Traits: ?

Stories:
Small Scratches
First Date - NC
Stormy Nights - NC

Background:
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Full Name: Legion Hallivard
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Eye Color: Silver
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Race: Tiefling
Theme: Strange Sight

Appearance:
Legion is a tall and fairly cut tiefling, with dusty crimson skin. His hooves are a raven black that he normally polishes if he is revealing them (which is rare). His horns curve back very similar to an impala's horns, but are smooth with engraved indentions that curve around the horns and are thicker at the base, tapering to the tip. He has a strip of thick raven hair that extends down his head between his horns, and in the wintertime grows out an equally thick raven beard. Scars cover his upper body and occassionally on his legs and tail, normally covered by his clothing choices. A brand is burned into the middle of his chest right where his collarbone is, a crude image of a demon encircled by a barbed halo. His eyes are a striking silver with no pupils, and glow in an intensity matching his emotions. He hosts a thin tail that is thick at its base, extending five feet long with an arrowhead tail tip that is used to express his emotions or be used as a weapon. His tail, spine, and horns can be ignited with fire that will not burn his skin but will hearm others if touched.
Shift Appearance:
His horns grow longer but stay sharp, and his hooves become silver-coated, growing a size larger along with tiny spiked horns that radiate down the back of his neck to his tail, trailing the length of it to the end where it forks into a diamond. The scars on his chest show much deeper, and are pink against his crimson skin. Silver claws grow from his hands, crimson fur grows on his elbows and back of his knees, and his eyes glow an intensity much brighter and steady than wavering like normal.

Birth Country: ?
Residing Country: Folgario
Spouse: Alyana (Mate)
Children: X
Mount: Stallion

Class: Tactician
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, Infernal, ?
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Stories:
Legion Meets David
Eye of the Storm - NC
Night Visions - NC
Legion's Claim
Troubled Mind - NC
Fatherly Legion - NC

Background:
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Full Name: Kochab Redford
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Eye Color: Grey
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Race: Tabaxi (Ocelot)
Theme: ?

Birth Country: ?
Residing Country: Folgario
Spouse: Keraa
Children: Kliff, Keao

Class: Monk (Way of the Open Hand)
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, ?
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:
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Full Name: Toma
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Eye Color: Brown
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Vulpine (Red Fox)
Theme: ?

Birth Country: ?
Residing Country: Folgario
Spouse: X
Children: Yumeia (Adopted)

Class: Chef
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, ?
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:
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Full Name: Saebel
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 3'4"
Eye Color: Yellow
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Race: Vulpine (Fennec Fox)
Theme: ?

Birth Country: ?
Residing Country: Thornhedge (Village)
Spouse: X
Children: X

Class: ?
Class Background: ?
Languages: ?
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:
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Appearance
Full Name: Mellow Rain
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: ?
Eye Color: Green
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Tabaxi
Theme: Can't Be Tamed

Birth Country: ?
Residing Country: Thornhedge (Village)
Spouse: X
Children: ?

Class: Rogue (Thief)
Class Background: Charlatan
Languages: Common, Thieves' Cant, Elvish
Skills: Thieves' tools, Disguise kit, Forgery kit
Traits: Has a second identity that includes all legal documents and disguises, can forge documents if she has seen the kind of document/handwriting required, can shave coins

Background:
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Full Name: Bhakris Lumitaar (Lumi=dusk/night, taar=hilt)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Eye Color: Dark Grey/Black
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Race: Black Kobold/Dragonborn Hybrid
Theme: ?

Birth Country: Lumitaar Clan
Residing Country: Thornhedge (Village)
Spouse: Thavre
Children: 1

Class: Commoner (Temporary)
Class Background: Urchin
Languages: Common, Draconic
Skills: N/A
Traits: Resistant to acid

Background:
   Bhakris was an illegitimate mistake and surprise child to his Kobold father and Dragonborn mother. Though he doesn’t know the full story other than his father mentioning his “foul Luumitar life-giver” throughout his childhood, he was left with the Kobold and raised by him in the streets of his hometown. Times were not great, and when the man died when Bhakris was six, the black hybrid found himself memorizing the streets that he grew up in. He stole food and coin, swindling newcomers for their sympathy and exchanging items at any chance he had. He would shortchange shop owners, flirt with girls for favors, beat up someone for a few extra pieces of bread, anything to keep him from dying the next day. This was the life he lived until his adulthood. When he was nearing his 24th birthday, a particular group of strangers came in, dressed in military garb and scaring the villagers into their homes and shops. The only one not frightened was Bhakris. He found himself following them as they walked into the stores and bought supplies and food like any normal people would. They intrigued him far more than anyone else he had ever met. Putting on a facade and going into the streets, he went to mingle, looking like he had showered in a rain puddle and tied his dreads back with loose twigs. Which he did. His appearance startled the group, but he didn’t give up as he shared his woes, begging for scraps or copper coins to ease him of his pain. However, as he was going from dragonborn to dragonborn, he was struck dead in his tracks by one of the pack members.

   A beautiful copper dragonborn, her garb signifying a life following military orders and obtaining a rank he could only dream of. Her scales sparkled with the morning dew that had fallen on her, and he was awestruck. Pure dragonborn were hard to come by in his town, and he hadn’t seen one until she came with her pack. He was determined to get her attention, perhaps have her stick around longer. Bhakris wanted to know everything he could about her, despite the fact that she was at least an inch taller than him and had taken care of herself much better than he had. But he made a poor choice of avoiding talk altogether aside from begging, and attempted to pickpocket her at the bar instead that evening. He was caught fairly quickly.

   She brought him to the side, ratting him out for what he did and scolding him plenty for his actions. It was the most intimidated he had felt in his life. Anyone else in the town was no big deal, but when it came to her, he could have died from her stare. As punishment, she decided to keep him as her retainer, having him carry the extra gear at the back with the other retainers. Though it was sudden, and he hated having to follow the orders of the pack or be crucified, it was a better life than what he had before. So, he took it upon himself to try and stay positive, if only because maybe, just maybe, he could get her attention like he wanted, and they could run off.

   Months passed, and his goal was finally achieved on the journey back to the dragonborns’ homeland clan. He had been practicing pickpocketing on the copper dragonborn, now known as Thavre, for the last week, and she was put up with it. But instead of punishing him with the militant ways he was used to, they instead escaped to a tent, where they resided until sunhigh when both of them were kicked from the group immediately, taking Thavre’s equipment, including the armor she wore, and leaving them in the dust. From their words, Thavre’s kind was not to intertwine with half-breeds. It tossed the both of them into a spiral of worry. But Bhakris was determined, and they made their way to the nearest village at the foot of a range of mountains, settling down and eventually setting up a shop themselves selling rugs and furs created from whatever he killed that day for their meals. It was an alright life for the both of them, adjusting from their normally orderly lives which was difficult for Thavre. But they enjoyed each other’s company, some might say too much, and that satisfied them enough to keep trying to stay afloat.

   When two new white dragonborn came into town, it was a riveting time for the couple. They had a chance to escape their simple life and go explore with people who looked wealthy and sophisticated. Going up to the larger of the two, they groveled at his feet, begging like Bhakris’ childhood for a place in their group. The paladin took pity upon them, and deemed them his retainers, which suited them just fine. They were invited to stay in the dragonborn’s manor and receive payment for their work both for him, Tarjinn, as well as around the house when he was gone. It was a dream come true. Now that they are both settled and well off for themselves, they take the time to travel to places on their bucket-list and see the sights they never got to experience. From being a beggar to a buyer, Bhakris enjoys his life to the fullest, and though he has a habit of selfishness, he would never want to change what he has now for anything.



Full Name: Thavre Nyammore (Nyam=rust/copper, -more=coin/wealth)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Height: 6'2"
Eye Color: Bronze
Alignment: True Neutral
Race: Copper Dragonborn
Theme: ?

Birth Country: Nyammore Clan
Residing Country: Thornhedge (Village)
Spouse: Bhakris
Children: 1

Class: ?
Class Background: Soldier
Languages: Common, Draconic, ?
Skills: ?
Traits: Reistant to acid

Stories:
Thavre's Return - NC

Background:
   Thavre was born into the clan of Nyammore, families of copper dragonborn in a tropical region. Prized by her parents, she was expected to become the best of her family lineage, the firstborn of four daughters. She was worked from the time she could hold a sword and trained for battle every day for dozens of hours a week. It was pressured upon her to fulfill a destiny of strength and leadership, and many assumed she would become the chief of the clan one day. She had the toning and expertise of anyone twice her age, and when she turned 15, she was sent on a mission with a group of highly respected generals and their soldiers to test her reliability and determination. If she returned, she would be in line to be considered for becoming the chief’s right hand woman, the highest achievement beside becoming the chief themselves. It was the most exciting moment in her life to leave her family and journey across countries and continents to become the woman she was meant to be. After a swift goodbye, she was off, following every order of her superiors and quickly becoming a favorite of the group, despite her young age and placement at the back of the pack. She wanted to prove her might at every chance she could get.

   They went to many lands for a decade, often being forced to sleep for short periods of time in caves or in a tent upon the forest floor. It was a grueling experience to someone of her age. At many times she thought she would simply die in her sleep, perhaps pass out on the grass and never come back to consciousness. But when they arrived at a town to spend the day and evening for a full rest, she was filled with vigor to recuperate and go full force ahead for the rest of their journey, however long it was. She followed behind her group and watched them gather supplies until an urchin began to go up to each dragonborn in her group. He was disgusting and dull, begging for anything they would give. Though she had never seen such filth in her days of being a Nyammore traveler, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat sympathetic. She felt like how he looked. Because of this, she gave him a few silver pieces, and he was on his way, though she had the mysterious feeling that she hadn’t gotten rid of him just yet. Sure enough, later that night while she was given a quick drink at the bar before retiring to the inn, she caught the earlier creature trying to take more money from her belongings when her back was turned. Furious, she dragged him off to the side and scolded him enough to make any child wet themselves and flee to their parents. It seemed to work too. She gave him a punishment fitting of the crime - working for everything he would thereafter receive. He would become her personal retainer, something she had secretly always wanted. When she announced his position to her pack, they were not thrilled, but the next day she was placed among the middle of the group, finally promoted to a person willing to do what it took to claim her ranks. The leader even gave her the true title of a Nyammore soldier. It was something she never forgot from that moment on.

   She never forgot her retainer either. Though he was strange and awfully crude when he spoke to her, he had a strange vibe about him that caught her attention whenever he was in company with her; she blamed most of his behavior on his upbringing. Surely an orphan would be blind to proper manners. Finding herself relieved by the break of rigidity that her pack forced upon her, she mused herself in conversations with the man, knowing him finally as Bhakris soon after she first laid his punishment upon him, often talking for hours with him which tended to get on her leaders’ nerves. But she didn’t budge when they tried to talk her out of it. He was her retainer, and she could treat him how she wished.

   On a certain night while on their way back to her homeland, too excited to sleep from the certainty she would see her family again after ten years, Thavre spent her evening talking to Bhakris and entertaining him with her skills in weaponry. He was fascinated by her work. But, she noticed that he once again had gotten into her belongings, something that he did more frequently in the past week of traveling. She wasn’t sure what the point of it was. Yet when she confronted him about it, he had a particular gleam in his eye, waving his pouch of stolen money in front of her with a dumb smirk on his face. She was far too in over her head to say no. The dragonborn took him to her tent, and stayed with him there until the morning. When the sun came over the horizon however, when she exited the tent her pack was standing there, the most furious expressions on their faces. They jumped upon her, ripping the armor from her and taking all of her belongings as they ridiculed her for lying with a half-breed before they raced off, leaving them both in the forest alone. It was all so sudden that Thavre didn’t even notice that Bhakris had taken his place beside her, holding the remainder of the meager money he had taken from her. He spoke of finding a town for them both, and too shocked and hurt to react, she followed him for days until they found a village to settle themselves within, creating a meager shop to pass the days and earn enough to not starve.

   She had lost her title, whatever she had to her name, and her entire family. Though Bhakris kept her distracted with plenty of activities, the thought of her pack leaving her behind caused her distress and prevented her from speaking her mind. She became a neutral being; whatever she could do to regain what she had, she would do, regardless of the implications. When a dragonborn paladin entered the town, her mate leapt to action, going to him and begging for a position. She joined him, feeling pathetic for stooping low enough to become what the black hybrid was when she recruited him. But luckily the man accepted. She had a life back, or at least a glimmer of it.

   Now that she lives in the paladin’s manor alongside Bhakris, she finds her happiness easier, traveling occasionally with Bhakris and making money by work she completes. Though she may never again see her family or regain the titles she once had, she has her mate and a steady way of life. For now, that’s all she focuses upon, rather living life to whatever heights she could get instead of dwelling on what she used to have. Because of this, she has taken it upon herself to do silent and private prayer to Bahamut, something that her master Tarjinn has encouraged she and Bhakris both do. Her companion had no interest, but it gives her a hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. Something is far better than nothing, and she takes it seriously, praying at the beginning and end of each day. One day, things will be perfect for her, she tells herself. But for now, she will do what she can to keep things bright, one day at a time.

Full Name: Kliff Kochab Redford
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Height: ?
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Race: Tabaxi (Ocelot)
Theme: ?

Birth Country: ?
Residing Country: Folgario

Class: ?
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, ?
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Stories:
Tournament Day; Part 2

Background:
xxx



Full Name: Fenrinn David Woodland
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Height: ?
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Half-Orc
Theme: ?

Birth Country: Folgario
Residing Country: Folgario

Class: ?
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, ?
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Stories:
Tournament Day
Tournament Day; Part 3
Tournament Day; Part 4
Tusk Season

Background:
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Main Characters

Full Name: Esme Adira Zahdrashi Princess of Tarshious
Age: 23.5
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Cat-Folk
Theme: ?

Appearance: Esme is a Snow Leopard Cat-folk who has light sky blue hair and bright blue eyes, she stands about 5'5" and is at an average weight. Her feline fur is more of a pure white rather then yellow-hued like other Snow leopards

Birth Country: Tarshious
Residing Country: ?

Engaged To: Tarjinn
Spouse:
Offspring: N/A

Class: Ranger
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, Beast, ?
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:
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Full Name: Alyana Lorena Lovett
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: xxx
Theme: Head In Her Heart

Appearance: Alya looks to be human, aside from her dyed skin, hair, and false horns. Starting with her hair she naturally has blonde hair, that falls passed her butt, which looks almost metallic gold when the sun hits it just right. Her eyes look and reflect light similar to sapphire gems, the only thing normal about her "human" self is her beautiful ivory skin. Alyana stands about 4.5 feet tall naturally and weights less than average for her height given her previous life, of course, this will change in time. However, Alyana currently looks like a tiefling hybrid. She's achieved this by dying her skin with at first a chalky substance but since moving into the castle she now dyes her skin with an herbal bath of black walnuts and other herbs which cut the walnut smell but allow her skin and hair to be stained to a reddish grey coloration. Given her hair's natural blonde color, it looks closer to a shade of deep brown/red coloration. Lastly, on top of her head she wears tiny goat horns which were acquired by Kearney, her "brother", from a dead goat they found during their travels.  

Birth Country: Mellofork?
Residing Country: Folgario

Birthparents: Unknown
Parents: (Mother) Ruhee Lorena Lovett (Hybrid)
(Father) xxx xxx Lovett (Tiefling)


Class: xxx
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, Infernal, xxx
Skills: Herbalism, medical skills
Traits: ?

Background:
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Full Name: Kearney McKel Lovett
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral / Evil
Race: Tiefling
Theme: City of the Dead
You Belong To Me
Innocence - Nathan Wagner

Birth Country: Mellofork
Residing Country: Outskirts of Folgario

Class: Rogue
Class Background: ?
Languages: Infernal, Common
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:
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Full Name: Yumeia Rue Roselyn
Age: 5.5
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Tiefling
Theme: ?

Birth Country: Folgario
Residing Country: Folgario

Class:
Class Background: ?
Languages: Common, Infernal
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:

After the war illness and starvation riddled the land leaving Yumeia an orphan of the new country. For a while, the child refused to leave the burnt remains of her home... She clung to anything remotely related to her deceased parents. Unfortunately, as time passed the child began to steal from those a little more fortunate to survive. During one of her excursions, the child broke into a bakery to steal some bread and pastries. However, the baker Toma had caught her in the act. The man didn't reprimand her or turn her over to the law however, he allowed her the food seeing as she was skin and bone let alone a child... Experiencing such kindness, Yume continued to come to see Toma the fox who showed her love and kindness that she craved.




Full Name: Ailani Saanvi Tambarious
(Aka Princess Tailania Of Balgarious)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Mongrel
Theme: Never Surrender

Birth Country: Balgarious
Residing Country: xxx
Appearance: amber eyes, long wavy black hair, and scattered golden scales along her face, arms, legs and back.

Class:
Class Background: ?
Languages:
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:
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Full Name: (Princess/Lady) Fraeya Keamoira Elwing
Age: 25 yrs
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: High Elf

Birth Country: Kingdom of E'slond
Residing Country: Kingdom of Folgario

Theme: Kings & Queens by - Ava Max

Spouse: xxx
   * "Secretly" Courting King David
Divorced From: General Raegel of Haatheas

Offspring: (Adopted Tiefling Infant) Inarie
Stead(s): (Albino Red Stag with blue eyes) Eldrin
Pet(s): N/A

Class: Druid
Class Background: WIP
Languages: Elven, Common, Beast
Skills: Sword Fighting, Upclose combat
Traits: WIP

Background: (I'll add it later XD)
xxx


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Full Name: Crowned Prince Levos Elwing
Age: 25 yrs
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: High Elf
Theme: WIP

Birth Country: Kingdom of  E'slond
Residing Country: xxx

Class: Mage
Class Background: xxx
Languages: Elven, Common, ??
Skills: ?
Traits: ?

Background:
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Full Name: Elmira Rose
Age: 29 yrs
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Centaur

Theme: P!nk - 90 Days

Birth Country: Kingdom of Folgario
Residing Country: Kingdom of Folgario

Crush: David , Toma
Courting: N/A
Spouse: N/A
Offspring: xxx

Class: Bard
Class Background: x
Languages: Common, Centaurian
Skills: x
Traits: x

Background:
xxx