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Swoosh!Desired Path: Light
Name: Ulimenai
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: If you would look at him from a distance, he shows a strong and calm silhouette. Getting closer, the first thing you would notice is that he is bald. His face shows a serious look, and he acts as much as you would expect from the face. He has average length and body size, and moves with caution and awareness in combat.
Back story: Being born in a temple, Ulimenai was grown up with discipline through training. His whole youth he spent meditating, training his body and teaching how to live on yourself.
Around the age of 6, Ulimenai went on a outdoor trip with a senior-master Sage, to go to spiritual places, and survival training. One week had passed, and they returned.
Ulimenai was awestruck at the sight. The temple had collapsed, and there was no trace of monks. The senior-master used his energy to make an entrance out of the rubble, and walked inside. Ulimenai heard fighting, and hid outside. He could hear spells being casted and voices of agony.
After an hour, the sound calmed. Having enough courage gathered, Ulimenai walked inside, to see 15 imps laying on the ground, dead. He also saw his senior-master lying there. Ulimenai rushed towards him, but it was already too late. Immediatly after his discovery he heard soft laughing. Locating the source of the sound, Ulimenai spotted an Imp, bleeding, but breathing. "And here i thought i was the only one left." The Imp flew around Ulimenai. "This is because of your stupid people!" The Imp cast a curse on the Temple, and Ulimenai in it.
Level: 0
Stats:
Health: 480
Mana: 240
Strength: 16
Dexterity: 17
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 8
Willpower: 6
Balance: 6
Attack power: 8-24
Spell power: 3-9
Attack Speed: 1
Apprentice: Engineer.
Path: Light.
Name: Oliver Murkat.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Back story: A strange person the engineer was always viewed differently than the other apprentices. He was found by the saint in an abandoned village, barely even human anymore, desperately trying to rebuild what was now gone while trying to survive. It is uncertain what exactly his people did, but it is certain that he has a unique talent for all things mechanical, and can awaken even the most bizarre powers from what seems like only a simple pile of scrap metal, seemingly bringing life to all he touches. The engineer's bizarre powers are unknown and fearsome, leading to an uncertain and unpredictable future.
The engineer as he remained know to the other apprentices had little patience for other people and would often become angry and storm away from the other apprentices in a rage, seeing them as imperfect unlike his machines. He did however over time learn to control his feelings and can now tolerate the presence of all but the most irritating of people, his anger has continued to grow over time and his ability to control it has barely kept pace and so that anger can always be seen simmering beneath the surface and makes all but the most caring or most brutal people flinch back in fear when they look into his eyes.
When the saint left for a time his anger overwhelmed him but remembering the lessons of the saint he has managed to get it back under control although his new purpose in life is one the saint would never have wished upon him or any other being.
During his training the saint taught him much of the earth and plants seeking to help the engineer to diversify his knowledge and teach him to treasure the world he lives in and so he knows a little about agriculture and how to live off the lands around him and the creatures that inhabit them and in the process he learned much about the world and that which was light and good in it.
When the saint was killed the engineer whose true name was Oliver poured all his grief into seeking revenge and with the knowledge of machines he possessed he designed a powerful fortress that would hold weapons of destruction to destroy those who killed the saint and with which he could hunt them down to the last man,woman or child to the ends of the world to find them. Having limited resources he built a smaller version but remembers every detail of the more powerful version of this fortress and when he has the strength and resources he will build this fortress, place the most destructive weapons he can build on it and using it will teach those who killed the saint to fear what they created the day she was taken from him and he lost the only reason he had to show mercy to his enemies.
To his enemies he would become a cruel and heartless creature bent only on the extinction of demons and any who would serve them. But determined to honor his master he clung to her memory and in doing so held onto the part of him that she had spent years developing.
To honor that memory he swore that he would never harm an innocent person intentionally and would do all he could with the gifts he possessed to protect them from the evil creatures of the world and the demon who's fault it was that the saint was dead.
Level: 1
Stats:
Health: 180
Mana: 480
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 13
Agility: 6
Intelligence: 14
Willpower: 12
Balance: 6
Attack power: 3-9
Spell power: 3-9
Attack speed: 1
Apprentice: Mage
Name: Majere
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Backstory: The Mage was a normal child...for almost four years. Then his magical talent manifested. The first time, he burnt his beloved elder sister to death on accident, and it got worse from there. At the age of 8, the church finally showed up and took him away to a distant island prison, where he was left for a while. Finally, not too long ago, the Saint came to save him. He was taught by the Saint how to control his powers and use them to aid instead of harm. He has done well, but after the death of the Saint his old uncontrollable outbursts are starting to return...
Level: 1
Stats:
Health: 210
Mana: 665
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 9
Willpower: 16
Balance: 16+3
Attack power: 3-11
Spell power: 9-29
Attack speed: 1
Apprentice: Warrior
Desired Path: neutral
Name: Allero Ferrane
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Taller than average, with an athletic body, almost always stuck inside his armor. His face shows his young age; it is angular and slightly feral, with his sharp canines protruding farther than a normal human's and pupils that seem to have come from an animal. His eyes are electric blue and his hair is a light brown, long and tied in a ponytail tied high on the back of his head.
Back story:
Allero was born in a village composed of his people, considered different and a continuous source of strong warriors and knights of valor, capable of communing with dragons ... Or at least that is what he was told during his childhood. With time, the inherent power his people had to control and mount dragons was apparently lost in some way, although their tradition as good knights remained.
Since his younger years, he took a liking to metalworking and some minor mundane tasks that earned him his own small earnings. He helped the blacksmith operate his forge and hammer to craft armor and shield, bolt and sword as well as taking care of his own house - his parents were often absent due to their duties - and the house of others when requested. In due time, he also started tend to the wounded that came back from campaigns, learning a little about the healing arts.
As a warrior, he immediately took a liking to polearms due to their variety, the edge they gave a horseback rider and due to the fact some could be throw, granting a short-range solution for a lack of ranged attack. He was also attracted to bows and crossbows due to their ability to engage the enemy from afar and favor the use of strategy.
His village was known, but its fame also brought enemies; the fateful day came, and the fires burned bright. They fought, as did Allero, using armor and lance he had helped craft. He was wounded but fought on, tired and waiting for his turn to die, up to the moment a stray arrow hit his breastplate and got him off balance, sending him crashing down a slope at the edge of the village. The pain and the weariness took their toll and he fell unsconscious where he laid.
When he woke up and clambered back up with difficulty, there was nothing left but ashes. And so he stood there, hopeless and without a place to go...And from the ashes a small dragon came, and it shared his pain. Allero could feel a link to the baby dragon, and even if surprised, he took it as his own.
When the Saint arrived, the young man was trying to rebuild a house from materials still intact. Noticing the man could be a key to help him in the struggle to survive and once again have the banners of his people fly high, undefeated, Allero joined the holy man.
Level: 0
Stats:
Health: 720
Mana: 240
Strength: 26
Dexterity: 7
Agility: 7
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 5 +1
Balance: 6 +1
Attack power: 13-39
Spell power: 3-10
Attack speed: 1
Apprentice: Priest
Desired Path: dark
Name: Lot Trezn
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Back story: Lot had a seemingly normal seven years of life on in his village up in the hills. Well, rolling village. Lot was born to a tribe of nomadic herdsman and tradesmen that lived in massive wagons that were their homes as well. Well adapted to life on the move chasing livestock to the next pasture and bringing the next big thing to the market from across the plains. Somehow they had managed to survive this brutal world, mostly out of luck and quickness they kept moving. Lot was happy, as happy as a five year old could be. Always ready to chase down some loose sheep because even in his five year old heart he knew that no one should be left out from the fold. This would come to bite him in the butt. At that year things had started to go bad. Lot was walking amongst the herd with his father when he felt a presence. Something was strange but he could not yell out, his body was rebelling against him and all of his urges to call out about the hooded man standing just atop the hill. Lot couldn't. He was frozen. That was the last he saw his family before he was taken as an object of worship to a cult. His body became twisted and stange but he had felt higher but could not understand what had happened to him. They said he was an angel but that couldn't be true. Angel's are supposed to speak. Lot has not said a word since that faithful day. He simply could not. How could he trust this changed body of his and the mouth to say the what he had wanted. They were saying he was an angel. He knew himself to be Lot. But now he could hear what he could never hear before. Gods. He felt a new power in himself and the cult allowed him to read as well into as he could. But he still could not trust his strange body, atleast until the Saint had arrived.
The Saint had taken him from the cult, taught him to control his body through extremes of his will and through his will he can use his body to change the world around him. And best yet Lot had taken to speaking again, albeit through pithy statements that was a step forward and the Saint was joyed to hear Lot speak again. He had taken Lot and taught him the joy's of helping others, not to be an piece of objectified worship but instead a man othopraxis. Lot was popular with the children he would come across, he was quite large and was seen as something new and exciting rather than simply a monster. Although the Saint had taken special precautions with Lot to make sure that he would never become one. At the passing of the Saint Lot had cried out the heavens, That was the first time the other apprentices had heard Lot in pain and Lot had sworn it on himself that he would stop the pain of the good, to bring all to peace despite his own state.
Level: 1
Stats:
Health: 240
Mana: 680
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 7
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 15
Willpower: 17
Balance: 6
Attack power: 3-9
Spell power: 8-26
Attack speed: 1
Apprentice: Archer
Desired Path: Nomad - Seeker
Name: Cora Areilyn
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Cora stands at the height of five feet and six inches and wears simplistic garments colored in the shades of the Earth. She has deep, azure eyes and light brown skin skin. Her body is lean in figure and she wears her hair in a ponytail, leaving two thin braids along both sides of her face.
Back story: Born during the Winter Equinox and said to be the only daughter of Saira and Tyrric, Cora is a spirited youth who believes in the concept of altruistic hope. She lived most of her childhood in peace, learning the ways of her parents and indulging in the knowledge of the world. Her parents were of a benevolent nature, strict in enforcing discipline but lenient in addressing 'weaknesses', regularly steering her along the course of personal Wisdom, leaving her to her own devices during times of trouble and danger, though always watching for guidance.
In her early days, her mother taught her the way of the Bow and Arrow, utilizing her natural dexterity in fletching and weaving. The simple arts of a worker and a farmer, to be able to perform in any situation given the only tools being your body. Her Father expanded her outlook on the world, constantly bringing her along the regular hunts of his folk and teaching her the sanctity of life in all its forms - prey or predator.
Being part of a close bond with the Saint, her parents decided to entrust her care (for she was still young at that time) to him as they readied themselves for the Demon. Being warriors of their people, every person capable of wielding a bow, sword or weapon was enlisted in the contingency of open warfare, to ensure the semblance of peace was kept in the balance.
Her last goodbyes were given, and the last rays of dawn fell as her parents along with most of her village moved out from the area. Unbeknownst to the young Archer, never to be seen again.
Following the coming events, her personality remains mostly unchanged to the outside eye - as she rarely shows her true feelings to strangers. On the surface Cora is fierce, independent, tomboyish, and generally pugnacious. However, beneath this tough exterior, she possesses a strong loyalty toward her comrades and duty as a warrior of the Bow. She is said to have an admirable compassion seen in moments when she expresses love toward things such as constant physical training or competitive sports. Though she lacks perception towards the needs of other people and her rash decisions often result in her accidentally insulting others.
Level: 0
Stats:
Health: 180
Mana: 200
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 16
Agility: 20
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 5
Balance: 6
Attack power: 10-30
Spell power: 3-9
Attack speed: 1
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