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[DarkArtemisFowl]

Communicating with the GM about some charsheet things via PM.

[blazing glory]

Maybe we could start with three?

[Salsacookies]

Making my guy right now. Gonna be finished tomorrow at the latest.

[Salsacookies]

Name: Ronald Bones
Age: 32
Stats:
Strength/8
Dexterity/7
Intelligence/8
Constitution/10
Perception/7
Charisma/3

Appearance: A tall, well built man, his most noticeable feature is his Albinism, which makes his skin and hair snow white, and his piercing blue eyes. He has a rugged, stern face, saddled atop a well-muscled body, trained through years of coffin-making, corpse-burying, and grave-keeping. He has a weary look on his face, barely fazed by all but the most surprising and terrifying of circumstances. His face has mutton chop sideburns, and he dons a short Mohawk under his hat. He holds many scars from accidents at work and run-ins with grave-robbers and the undead, his most noticeable being a scared gash across his throat, which makes his voice gravelly and causing him to cough often.

Biography: An outcast due to his skin and his father's profession, the local townsfolk always steered clear of him, unnerved by what they believed to be a walking ghost, and some particularly bold townsfolk would taunt and tease him, in an attempt to get the beast to react to them or cause him to leave, and bid good riddance to the walking dead man. He once was saddened and angered by this treatment, but has now become resistant to this abuse, preferring to work with his mortician father than deal with that petty nonsense. He would ride along with his father, picking up those without graves to properly put them to rest, as all should be, no matter who it was.

The day he became a Witch Hunter was when the vengeful dead rose and reeked havoc on his town and grave. The angry dead all rose at once, and destroyed and maimed all they came across in an attempt to make right their own death. It was complete chaos, houses were burning, men were ripped to pieces and driven mad, and the mortician and son were caught in the crossfire, helpless to make the situation any better. They barred themselves in their workshop, in an attempt to ride through the storm, but the dead eventually found them, and drug them out to stand in front of their own made graves. While there, an odd thing happened. Unlike with the others, they hesitated, and bickered over how they should deal with these two. Some argued they were living, so they should die due to their affiliation with those who killed them. Others said they should live, because they were the only two to properly lay them to rest. Yet still, others said the mortician should die, but the son should live, because they believe he was one of them.

The bickering grew and grew, until violence broke out, and they began to fight and murder themselves over there fate. While this occurred, the mortician and son snuck away, and they almost escaped, if it weren't for one of the dead noticing them running away, and rallying his kind to chase after them and take them captive once again. The two went far, but in a twist of fate, a wild knife lodged itself in the mortician's leg, causing him to trip and fall. Before the son could register this, the dead quickly got to the two, and began to beat and slice into the two, overcome with rage.

It was then that the mercenaries came and laid waste to the horde, and it was a terrific war indeed. In the end, the undead were decimated, and the stragglers were taken to be executed individually. Ronald was mistaken as an undead, and the father, in his last bit of strength, pleaded to the mercenaries to spare him, spare his only son. They then learned he was living, and they casted him out, bruised and battered, and left him and his father to themselves. His father died from his wounds, with his strength sapped though the ordeal, leaving Ronald alone.

Ronald, after mourning, buried his father, and began to wander amidst the plains, dazed and disoriented, and losing blood quickly. He was on the verge of collapse, when he then met his savior. An old Witchhunter walked to the gravely wounded Ronald, and pointed his gun at his forehead, and began to think, should he kill this man, put him out of his mercy? "Who are you?" Said the Witchhunter. Ronald replied "I am Ronald, I have been wandering for hours, trying to find help, I am hurt". "Hours? The way you are now? Damn, you one tough wretch, that you are. How old are you?" "... I am 30. I worked with my father in a graveyard. I made the coffins and buried the men. They then rose, and I" "Shut up you. ... 30? That's a bit old. You may work, though, have the potential, anyway. Let's get ya fixed up, and let's see what you can do."

2 years, and much training later, Ronald has been tasked with a hunt. This is to be his final test. Should he pass, he gains the title Witchhunter, and the he truly begins his new calling. Hunt and slay monsters, so that no other man may have to go through the massacre he went through.

Class: Witchhunter
Perk: Stat Affinity (Constitution)
Skills: Competent
-Intimidation
-Carpentry
Novice
-Marksmanship
Gear:
•Scale [Hard Leather, Cloth, Scale] (Armor)
•Revolver, Short Blade [1h guns, 2h guns, blade weapons.](Weapon)
•Demonica Encyclopedia [](Rest)
•Bullet container[](Rest)
•5 magic bullets[Magic bullets](Ammunition)
-2 Golden Hollow point Sanctified Bullets
-1 Wooden Hollow point Putrid Bullet
-1 Steel armor penetrationg Incapacitation Bullet
--1 Vomit-Inducing Bullet
-1 Steel Hollow point Hellfire Bullet
•1 magic grenade[Grenades](Ammunition)
-1 Wooden Hellfire Grenade
•20 steel bullets[Bullets](Ammunition)

[DarkArtemisFowl]

My page has been edited to reflect some class changes agreed upon by the GM.

[Mr.Zero]

Sign-ups will end next week wednesday, 00:00 GMT +1. Selection will be done the following day, with Thu,Fri,Sat,Sun being spend on the introductions of the chosen characters. So far the following people have signed up.

Spoiler:  Dwarmin with Leo Westerland, a Lancer (click to show/hide)

Name: Leo Westerland, Sometimes mocked as "Goldenrod"
Age: 24
Stats:
Strength/9
Dexterity/9
Intelligence/4
Constitution/10
Perception/4
Charisma/7

Appearance: A young man with healthy tanned skin, dark green eyes, and slick golden hair worn shoulder length. He has a wide, friendly face and an aquiline nose-handsome in most ways, and prefers a small, neatly trimmed beard, of a darker gold than his hair. He is tall, but slender, willowy but tough. A small chunk of his left ear is notably missing. He often wears simple garb in the manner of a hedge knight-a spotless white tunic, tough wool-spun breeches, and a faded grey-red tabard on his chest, and he usually hooded in white as well. He often sports a battered heraldic round-shield in his left hand depicting a sort of insect with eight legs, two claws, and a stinger on it's tail, encircled in a triangle of daggers, on a field of grey-red. He wears a small black stone embedded in a medallion, on a simple bronze chain necklace about his neck at most times.

Biography: Hails from the fringe of the Harathi Desert, just south from the Tarkan Steppes. Leo is the youngest son of a noble family, a rider from birth, and a risk taker. He has spent most of his life in the murky depths of Harathi Noble life-where morality is cheap, and honor is a extravagance-blood and water are the only debts worth repaying. His youngest years were spent carousing, and wasting money-until he killed another young man in a duel at 16, in a fit of temper. He started moving on then, disgusted and tired of his life, and hasn't looked back since-he decided to honor the code of the Lancer, more or less...he was maybe fortunate, since his lands were engulfed in the Demon War merely two years later.

Leo has at times been a message runner, a sellspear, and a bandit, though for good reasons-as the youngest son of his family, he is unlikely to inherit anything, and the only thing that makes him more valuable from other fighters is the horse he rides, a tough desert stallion named "Stranger". Recently he has met a companion on the road, a woman named Araline Lenore, that he was quite taken with-she's a Lancer like him, or claims to be. Unfortunately she's also recently gone missing during a melee with some very odd sorts-Leo has been searching for any sign of her for about a month now, with no luck...in truth, when he heard of the demons, he shrugged and paid it no more mind at the time, citing his own concerns-even though it was his own homeland that was on the forefront of the war, from what he's heard there's little he could do, or imagines he could do-what he hears is mostly horror stories, and he wants no part of it. Leo is a man who very rarely considers the larger world, or any bigger target than the enemy planted in front of him, or the woman he hopes is waiting for him.

Class: Lancer
Perk: Alignment Pebble
Skills: Competent Noblesse Oblige (Acting Noble/Diplomacy), Competent Spear Wielding, Novice Animal Care
Gear: Chainmail, 1H Shortspear, Medium Shield, Demonica Ency., Horse Mount (Stallion named Stranger)

Spoiler: Blazing Glory with Katriane Ellen, a vindicator (click to show/hide)

Name: Katriane Ellen.
(Gender: Female.)
Age: 26
Stats: (I could very well have messed up the stats since it was very messy.)
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 8
Intelligence: 7
Constitution: 9
Perception: 7
Charisma: 6

Appearance: She keeps her brown hair in a pony tail while her eyes are something between blue and green, she has a scar on the left side of her forehead, likely caused by talons, she tries to conceal it but her left eye has a habit of twitching when she's annoyed, she often has a tired look from not resting enough, despite her various physical flaws, she is appealing to most people, and her voice is clear, she has a muscular build which manages to stay within proper proportions, but only just.
Biography: Katriane was born as a only child to a poor farmer named Darrion Hillis and his wife Geneve Rossana, when she was 4, Rossana passed away, but Darrion, rather then becoming more distant in grief, embraced Katriane as his only family left, he taught her about a few plant types and how to make a fire, but not much else, Katriane only learned of her true destiny when she was 21, when demons attacked her village and she managed to fend off some demons with a wood cutting axe when they broke into her house and she rallied the village to fight long enough for the local lord, who went by the name Garion Calder, to learn of the attack and kill the demons with his forces, Darrion survived but lost his legs, Garion employed Katriane as one of his body guards and it became obvious that she didn't simply have a stroke of extreme luck, when Garion learnt of this he personally taught her the best he could of the ways of war, after 2 years as a body guard and later 1 year as his adviser, she had left his employ and wandered for the last 2 years, making her mark wherever she could, she grew distant from her father when she had less and less time to visit him, even though she is distant, she still truly cares about him, despite her extraordinary abilities, she isn't very well known.
Starting Class: Vindicator.
Starting Perk:  Additional stats
Starter Skills: Novice skill: Basic survival, Competent skills: Tactician, sword wielding.
Personal Items: Brooch containing a small painting of her father and mother.

Spoiler: DarkArtemisFowl with Raphael Markaus, A ghost Guardian (click to show/hide)

Name: Raphael Markaus, Male
Age: 20

Strength: 9
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 5
Constitution: 9
Perception: 7
Charisma: 6

Skin color: Generally pale, even within low-light situations. It would seem that he is Caucasian, though his true birthplace is unknown to the world.
Facial characteristics: His eyes are the color of granite, a gray slate that offers no insight into his emotional character. His jaw is solidly defined and he usually wears a slight smile on his face. His hair is dark silver and extends down to his shoulders. It is unkempt and usually quite messy. His nose is somewhat jagged in form, but appears to be fine if you are facing him from the front. The slight angle of his nose would seem to indicate that he had an injury in his younger years. His lips are normal and unassuming, and it would seem that he regularly shaves.
Physical characteristics: He is taller than average for his age and stocky, though not so much as to take away from his physical eloquence. He has some scars that run from his left upper arm to the left lower arm and from his upper right thigh down to almost his knee, but these are generally kept unseen due to the clothes that he wears. 
Bio: Not much is known about his past due to his uncomfortableness with the subject. He was born in an unknown town and lived on the streets as an orphan, making his life in abandoned buildings and exploring when he could. Most of his life experiences come from making a life out of running away from people and fighting when he had the chance and ability to. Eventually, he would come across another orphaned girl who he would be fond of and treat like a sister. They lived together for several years before they met a particularly dangerous fellow and his alter-ego, with whom they went on a magical and horrifying journey together.
Now, even Raphael himself knows little about his past. He knows nothing of who his parents are, where he came from, or what he has come to do. What he stands for is justice to those who do not have guardians to protect them. He wishes to make sure that other kids and people who were in his same place do not share the same misfortune that he did. This is why he fights continuously to shield those who cannot help themselves.

Starting class: Ghost Guardian
Coming from another dimension, little is known about Raphael Markaus. Him and his kind do not belong to the same world that we know today. You might say that he had an (unfortunate) stroke of luck, which saved him from the dead. After all, with what he's been through, no mortal should have ever laid eyes upon him ever again.

Yet a turn of fate would bring that back around.

Ghost Guardian (Magic/Melee)
Description: People who are Guardians have special abilities that allows them to draw power from forming or destroying relationships with other living things. As a Ghost Guardian, however, one gains their power not through interaction with living things, but with the spirits of the dead and the yet to come. A Ghost Guardian has access to spectral apparitions of the past and the future, people who have died or have not been born yet. A normal person would be driven insane by the voices that regularly visit a Ghost Guardian; however, there's just something that is not right with the minds of the Guardians - especially a Ghost Guardian.

Class Bonus(es):
Seeing Things - A Ghost Guardian can see spirits and apparitions appearing during the nighttime. Ability to visualize these spirits is hindered during the daytime. The Ghost Guardian may speak with these spirits and discuss events in the past, but he/she may not physically manipulate the spectral apparitions.
A Sacrifice - A Ghost Guardian can interact with spirits and ask for their assistance in warding off predators or assaulters. In return, the Guardian loses a portion of their HP, as a sacrifice for their contact of the dead.

Preferred Class Weapon: None - Guardians carry whatever is most comfortable to them. For Raphael, this would be a 2-Handed Longsword.

Class Starting Gear:
Long, black coat and pants (Clothes)
Longsword (Weapon)
Spiritualism - Contact with spirits of the deceased or lost (Magic)
Demonica Encyclopedia (Rest)

Starting Perk: Magic affinity. He is particularly sensitive to ghosts, ghouls and spirits, all of which he is able to interact with and talk to at his behest. At times, he may even be able to command the spirits to assault or heal someone's mind if he wishes. I guess you could say that he is a follower of a god of Death or the Mind.
Starting Skills: Competent Swordfighter, Competent Medium (spirit interaction), Novice Cook
Personal items: A book of unknown title that one of his former friends gave him while they were on their adventure. It seems to be of a fantasy novel.
Note: Every character is a human.

Spoiler: Lenglon with Ahrian, a slightly modified mage class (click to show/hide)

Name: Ahrian
Age: 15
Stats: 25 + 18, max 10/stat, spent 25 + 18
     Strength     3
     Dexterity    10
     Intelligence 9
     Constitution 5
     Perception   7
     Charisma     9
Appearance: 9-tail white-haired kitsune

Public Bio:
Kaine, an outcast of the circle, student of Arcanism and Summoning, specifically the familiars, friendly but his working methods are extreme at times. was experimenting if a a varient summoning procedure. He figured that he could get a more powerful familiar by making an unusually large sacrifice, and changing the summons to draw from other worlds than simply the world of the dead. What he got, was Ahrian.

to quote their opening exchange:
Kaine stands still, looking at what his modified ritual summoned, waiting for the questions needed to complete the ritual.
"I... I... what... what happened?"
Ahrian stands up and looks around.
"Who... did you bring me here?"
"Yes, I summoned you."
"Who are you?"
"I am Kaine"
"I... I'm Ahrian, what is whaaahhhhh!?!"
and thus Ahrian fell over as the the ritual was completed, binding her to her new master, twitching as the spell etched itself into her spirit.
"You're bound to me now, dependent on my mana to survive."
Kaine then bent over and held up the back of his wrist, showing Ahrian some strange markings that were fading into view.
"These are Command Seals. If I choose to use them, they will force you to do whatever I tell you to, no matter what you want. Don't make me use them."
Kaine then stood up again, and turned his back on Ahrian.
"I will be in the next room. Come when you are ready."
He then walked away from the shuddering girl without a second glance.

However, their relationship didn't last as long as Kaine had expected. Soon after his arrival, he grew deathly ill, and despite the best of care, he ended up succumbing to the disease. Ahrian was left alone, and is desperately looking for someone to take her in so that she doesn't die from the lack of mana.

-Private Bio Redacted-

Starting class: Mage
Class bonuses:
 discipline - overshots and miscasts are less devastating
 master of magic - 3 level one branches of magic
 intuitive caster - practiced spells are cast much faster and more frequently and easilly, but learning new spells is harder
Weapon:
 none
Gear:
 silk clothing
 Demonica Encyclopedia (Kaine's copy, but he doesn't need it anymore)
 Observations / Research logs of Kaine
 utility knife
Perks:
 Magic affinity (fire)
Armor: cloth (silk clothing)
Magic:
 level 1: spatial/temporal magic (arcanism)
 level 1: fire/holy fire magic (Annihilation)
 level 1: healing/purifying magic (Renewal)
Spells:

Name: Flame bolts
Description skill: several small balls of blue fire, when initially cast they form a couple inches the ends of the caster's tails, and they continue to follow the tip of the tail they formed at while the tail/caster moves and they wait for activation.  when activated by the caster's will, they hurl themselves at the caster's target at high speed, target is selected at the time of activation, not the time of the initial cast. The bolts formed have a minimum size of at least a three-inch diameter, and if the casting isn't successfull enough to form a number of bolts of that size equal to the number of tails the caster has then it forms fewer bolts instead of weaker bolts. if it is more than successful enough to form as many bolts as tails, then it forms a number of bolts equal too the number of tails but they are larger.
Level: Journeyman
Misc: This is Ahrian's primary "attack" technique.

Name: Spatial Dash
Description skill: Dash 3-meters in a straight line in any direction including up and down over a 1/16th of a second time period. cannot be used more often than 1/second. does not generate momentum, not does it require the ability to move in order to activate. has no cast time, is used entirely by will. Is technically not a teleport, and is blocked by obstacles. If she collides with something mid-dash, it and she are impacted as though she had run into it at a normal speed instead of the actual speed of 107mi/hr.
Level: Expert
Misc: although this is functionally the same as a spell and counted as such, it is technically a racial power that just happens to use a very small amount of mana. note that with Ahrian's extradimensional origins, her "race" isn't actually the same as anyone else that seems like they'd be her "race". Ahrian's 2nd-most-used spell, she actively trained herself to react to things that scare her by using this ability.

Name: Reduce gravity
Description skill: reduces gravity's effects on the caster and whatever/whoever she is touching to a tiny fraction of normal, making them only very slightly heavier than empty air and fall at a rate of 1ft/5sec / 6.1cm/sec. how much the spell "spreads" off the caster varies depending on the spell's success, essentially always affecting the caster's worn/carried items but large animals (like people), or large objects (big backpack full to bursting with stuff) are erratic about being affected, and very large things take a very successful cast to take effect on.
Level: Expert
Misc: This is Ahrian's favorite spell, and she uses it all the time. User of this spell does become vulnerable to being blown about by strong winds, but does still have their mass, so although in a steady wind they'd eventually reach high speeds, brief gusts don't move them much.

Name: Purifying Flame
Description skill: a fire-infused healing spell, forms a single large ball of white flame between the caster's hands, and upon activation hurls itself at the chosen target (selected upon activation, activation is a simple act of will). heals living creatures, but is extremely painful in the process. does large amounts of damage to undead. has a decent chance of curing diseases / neutralizing poisons / burning away curses, but doing so is even more painful than the normal healing effects and will often render the affected individual unconscious due to the overwhelming pain. Can target the caster but isn't any less painfull.
Level: Journeyman
Misc: affects ailments that resist magical healing, though isn't fully effective against them.

Skills:
 Healing Crafts - Competent
 Stealth - Competent
 Haggling - Novice

Spoiler: Salsacookies with Ronald Bones, a Witchhunter (Bio still WIP) (click to show/hide)

Name: Ronald Bones
Age: 32
Stats:
Strength/6
Dexterity/8
Intelligence/8
Constitution/10
Perception/6
Charisma/5

Appearance: A tall, well built man, his most noticeable feature is his Albinism, which makes his skin and hair snow white, and his piercing blue eyes. He has a rugged, stern face, saddled atop a well-muscled body, trained through years of coffin-making, corpse-burying, and grave-keeping. He has a weary look on his face, barely fazed by all but the most surprising and terrifying of circumstances. His face has mutton chop sideburns, and he dons a short Mohawk under his hat. He holds many scars from accidents at work and run-ins with grave-robbers and the undead, his most noticeable being a scared gash across his throat, which makes his voice gravelly and causing him to cough often.

Biography: An outcast due to his skin and his father's profession, the local townsfolk always steered clear of him, unnerved by what they believed to be a walking ghost, and some particularly bold townsfolk would taunt and tease him, in an attempt to get the beast to react to them or cause him to leave, and bid good riddance to the walking dead man. He once was saddened and angered by this treatment, but has now become resistant to this abuse, preferring to work with his mortician father than deal with that petty nonsense. He would ride along with his father, picking up those without graves to properly put them to rest, as all should be, no matter who it was.

The day he became a Witch Hunter was when the vengeful dead rose and reeked havoc on his town and grave. The angry dead all rose at once, and destroyed and maimed all they came across in an attempt to make right their own death. It was complete chaos, houses were burning, men were ripped to pieces and driven mad, and the mortician and son were caught in the crossfire, helpless to make the situation any better. They barred themselves in their workshop, in an attempt to ride through the storm, but the dead eventually found them, and drug them out to stand in front of their own made graves. While there, an odd thing happened. Unlike with the others, they hesitated, and bickered over how they should deal with these two. Some argued they were living, so they should die due to their affiliation with those who killed them. Others said they should live, because they were the only two to properly lay them to rest. Yet still, others said the mortician should die, but the son should live, because they believe he was one of them.

The bickering grew and grew, until violence broke out, and they began to fight and murder themselves over there fate. While this occurred, the mortician and son snuck away, and they almost escaped, if it weren't for one of the dead noticing them running away, and rallying his kind to chase after them and take them captive once again. The two went far, but in a twist of fate, a wild knife lodged itself in the mortician's leg, causing him to trip and fall. Before the son could register this, the dead quickly got to the two, and began to beat and slice into the two, overcome with rage.

It was then that the mercenaries came and laid waste to the horde, and it was a terrific war indeed. In the end, the undead were decimated, and the stragglers were taken to be executed individually. Ronald was mistaken as an undead, and the father, in his last bit of strength, pleaded to the mercenaries to spare him, spare his only son. They then learned he was living, and they casted him out, bruised and battered, and left him and his father to themselves. His father died from his wounds, with his strength sapped though the ordeal, leaving Ronald alone.

Ronald, after mourning, buried his father, and looted the corpses he found littered in the battlefield. He then vowed to honor his father's values, and became a Witch Hunter, protector of the innocent, from the forces of violence and cruelty.

Class: Witchhunter
Perk: Stat Affinity (Constitution)
Skills: Competent
-Intimidation
-Carpentry
Novice
-Marksmanship
Gear:
•Chainmail [Hard Leather, Cloth, Scale] (Armor)
•Revolver, Short Blade [1h guns, 2h guns, blade weapons.](Weapon)
•Demonica Encyclopedia [](Rest)
•Bullet container[](Rest)
•5 magic bullets[Magic bullets](Ammunition)
-2 Golden Sanctified Bullets
-1 Wooden Putrid Bullet
-2 Wooden Incapacitation Bullets
--1 Blindness Bullet
--1 Vomit-Inducing Bullet
•1 magic grenade[Grenades](Ammunition)
-1 Wooden Hellfire Grenade
•20 steel bullets[Bullets](Ammunition)

[Salsacookies]

Edited Bio

[blazing glory]

Edit's done 'cause Vindicators don't remain unknown for long unless they do something about it.

[Salsacookies]

My bio's finished, and I changed some things on my stats and armor. Also blazing glory, I want to see you dual wield two battleaxes, that would be awesome. 

[blazing glory]

Also blazing glory, I want to see you dual wield two battleaxes, that would be awesome. 

I thought about it but decided against it, mostly because I had failed to leave the word ambidextrous in the backstory, and having a giant shield could be useful, and it doesn't matter how well I can use it, being clad in heavy plate armor must count for something when dual wielding, at least information wise, gameplay wise it wouldn't make a difference but whatever.

[Mr.Zero]

Alright lads (and gals), it's picking time. Since there seem to be only 5 applicants, the selection is rather slim. As such I've decided to allow all 5 of the applicants to participate in the RTD, instead of 4 players. May god have mercy on me.

To continue, I will be writing the intro of the characters of where they currently are, what led them there, etc. However there's one thing that I must know beforehand. If any of the players wish to group themselves with other players then please say so, otherwise I will assume that you are traveling as a lonely pc (with maybe some NPC's). If you'd like to be paired with someone you do have to think up of a valid reason why the would travel together and how they met each other.

[blazing glory]

Alone, it wouldn't really suit Katriane to be travelling with others, unless circumstances demand it.

[Salsacookies]

I feel like my guy would be with Leo. My mentor would set up a deal or have him do a job with another guy, so that Ronald would have something of a net in case he messed up on his on-the-job training. Leo, as a former mercenary, would be the best guy here to give some pointers to Ron

[Lenglon]

Ahrian is actively looking to group up with someone, probably a mage-type? someone that can keep her supplied with mana.
Lenglon is fine with Ahrian being grouped up or solo, and any class is equally fine. in some ways a non-mage-type would be better because their roles would support each other without too much overlap.
Reading Bios, Raphael seems like a good teammate, followed by Ronald, then Katrine. Leo, being a deamonhunter, is someone Ahrian would actively avoid. too much potential for him to want to murder her.
and reading what blazing glory wrote, Katrine's out too...
and Ronald is / might be grouping with Leo, so removing him...
Hey DAF, how would Raphael react to Ahrian asking to partner with him?

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Ahrian is actively looking to group up with someone, probably a mage-type? someone that can keep her supplied with mana.
Lenglon is fine with Ahrian being grouped up or solo, and any class is equally fine. in some ways a non-mage-type would be better because their roles would support each other without too much overlap.
Reading Bios, Raphael seems like a good teammate, followed by Ronald, then Katrine. Leo, being a deamonhunter, is someone Ahrian would actively avoid. too much potential for him to want to murder her.
and reading what blazing glory wrote, Katrine's out too...
and Ronald is / might be grouping with Leo, so removing him...
Hey DAF, how would Raphael react to Ahrian asking to partner with him?

Hmm. It could happen, although there would have to be some arrangement as to when and why Ahrian and Raphael meet and decide to join together. Raphael isn't exactly the most social or trusting of people, but it is definitely possible.

If you want, we could discuss the details in PM or with the GM.