OUTLAWS
WANDERERS/OUTCASTS
______________Ice________________
Race: Halfling (Elfy/Mage) Age: 21 Occupation: Rogue Description: Ice's name doesn't really describe him...at all. Well, maybe a bit, when he gets all huffy and ignores everyone who tries to talk to him. Honestly, this 'tough' outcast can act like a little kid with a temper tantrum very easily, even though he is supposedly an adult age of 21. People usually tease him because of his uncontrollable temper, but that's not really the root of what makes him so bitter. Before all of this, Ice was born to a mage and elfy in secret. The mother - an elfy - loved him dearly, but the father was so humiliated that he suggested she and his child leave their home tribe. The woman did just that, becoming an outcast, but not changing her son's name. The mother and child continued to live as outcasts until one day, the Shade raided their camp. |
Ice - who was then known as Urúvion - didn't know what was going on, as he had never heard of or seen the gang before. His mother was killed, and Urúvion had to watch. He was left with the remnants of where he and his mother once lived, and it then, at 15 years old, that he started to change. Urúvion switched his name to Ice, not wanting to have anything that could remind him of his mother. Living on his own made him harsh, blunt. Not the boy he used to be. The only real companion he's had is Aero, Ice's marbled polecat familiar. Smiling isn't an event that happens particularly often to him, and he only really does so around Aero. Nonetheless, Ice does have some 'friends' (if you could call them that) in the Shade, and sometimes the gang even asks him for help with things. You see, Ice is deadly. Especially when he's angry. As a gravitational mage, Ice can easily change the sense of gravity and have you rocketing towards the ceiling to break a leg. When he tries to call upon his powers on purpose, they aren't in the least as powerful as when his emotions kick up. Ice can turn invisible more quickly than most elfy halflings, mostly because his mother made him practice every day. But he doesn't use his abilities to fight, mostly because they backfire on him. Ice likes head-on attacks, so he usually uses lightweight twin swords in battle. His mother always used to say that he looked very much like his father, with the same murky green eyes and narrow features. When he was still Urúvion, Ice had jet black hair that was always tousled and messy. It changed into its pearly white shade when his temper began to soar out of control, and his magelike powers began to manifest. Ice has had the black marking underneath his right eye ever since he was born, though some think it is a umartempla, a curse mark. Ice has the sensitive, kind, demeanor of his little boy self under all of that hardness, he just needs the right person to show it.
Familiar: Aero
Roleplayed by: Willow
Familiar: Aero
Roleplayed by: Willow
___________Jae___________
(Pronounced: Jay) Race: Full Mage Age: Unknown (~19) Occupation: Rogue Description: Jae is a few years younger than her sister- Reaper- but people often don't know they are really related, partly because Jae avoids the subject at all costs. The mage is quite beautiful, though she often hides it. She has long, thick raven-colored hair flowing down to her waist that she usually keeps tied back into a braid, under the hood of her cloak. The girl has a fit and curvy figure, and embraces her slightly small build, partly because it helps her go unnoticed and only contributes to her agility and ability to fit into small spaces. Her facial features are soft, almost childlike. Full lips that quirk up whenever she is amused and a button of a nose, a bit upturned, giving her a slightly mischievous look. |
Overall: Jae projects innocent (which often serves as an advantage for her, because her enemies first think of her as a harmless little thing). Her eyes, however, is where that opinion can completely change. They are quite unusual. Big and upturned, they are an exotic, brilliant emerald-green color. They gave a bit of a sly catlike impression, and look far from angelic. They are deep, but not open; Jael is a master at hiding emotion, usually behind a trademark smirk. Her eyes immediately turn her face around, making her look mysterious and dangerous, something that isn't welcome in certain situations (another reason for the hood she often wears). As for her personality, Jae is a little complicated. She's a bit of a daredevil, often sarcastic and not always optimistic. At the same time, she doesn't let things bring her down and is what one may call a "survivor" (a well-earned name if you take note of all the "sticky" situations she's been able to get herself out of), and has an adventurous soul. Despite this, she's got nonchalant written all over her: expression and stance. It seems that fate isn't going to let her die yet, and who is she to stand against fate? Despite this, Jae does know when to be careful, and how to be careful. She's a master at hiding her footprints, and has all kinds of tricks up her sleeve. That's necessary, and you know why? Because believe it or not, though she's almost nothing like her sister- they do have a couple of simple similarities. For one, both of them spent years in the Shade. Secondly, both of them have a price on their head. The only difference? Jae's was sent from the Shade itself.
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Familiar: Sharde
Roleplayed by: Frost
---More Coming Soon---
Familiar: Sharde
Roleplayed by: Frost
_________River___________
Race: Full Elfy Age: 19 Occupation: Rogue Description: River was once known as Raia. She was the daughter of an elvish couple. Raia was very, very young when the Shade destroyed her families home. With no shelter or means of survival, her parents, ill and starving, were forced to abandon little Raia. They left her beneath a tree, wrapped in a blanket and set in a basket with a note tucked beside her. She was left there and as the day progressed little Raia got hungry. So, like any little one, she cried. The crying began to stirr the creatures around her and drew an older elf to her. His name was Clay. He was tribeless, living on his own in the outer lands. He took pity on the child and took her under his wing. He raised her as his own, trained her, and called her River instead of Raia. |
When she was old enough, Clay told River about her family. River was spiteful for a while but outgrew the frustration. River and Clay did what they needed to to get by until one day, while in the tree's, they were ambushed and Clay was stabbed in the back three times. Once beaten and left for dead, the thieves who had attacked them left and River crawled to Clay's side. River sat behind the only person who has stood between her and death through her entire life and talked with him quietly until he slipped away in her arms. Since his death, River has been on her own. She is mentally tough and will do anything and everything she needs to in order to survive. She will steal and kill if she must. She is no tribe elf, living on the edge. River has never outgrown her frustrations with other people. Having been abandoned and then having the only person she had taken away from her, she truly believes that people are horrible and spiteful. She has a mild temper despite her frustrations and is incredibly skilled when it comes to daggers and a bow and arrow. River has light but colorful skin and striking red hair that flows down to her hips. She is rather slender and stands at a height of approximately 5 feet 6 inches. Her eyes are a honey brown, looking nearly auburn or nearly yellow in different lighting. River isn't quirky and she hardly ever jokes. She's a tough shell to crack and it takes a very strong-willed person to break her shell open, but it is possible.
Roleplayed by: Araia
Roleplayed by: Araia
________Neko______
(Nee-koh) Race: Full Light Manipulation Mage Powers: Light; Telepathy and Echolocation Age: 17 Occupation: Rogue Description: Neko goes where the wind goes. Ever drawn to its allure, he lets it push and pull him about, only to be spun wildly into numerous directions, both dangerous ones and beautiful ones, little safe havens and little pieces of hell. He vows he’s seen the world. But he has so much more to adore and has much more to live for, that he knows there’s no such thing as having seen it all entirely. Every day, something new appears or is killed off. Everything is changing faster than he can keep up with. A little twist and turn can take him back over the same path a thousand times, and he will still find something new about that path. That is what he loves most about adventures, and that is why nothing can really seem to tie him down. As much as he sometimes thinks on the possibility of settling down somewhere, he has never nurtured the thought enough for it to take root in him. He feels he has so much more to experience before he can simply stop. He knows it is rough. His travels have not all been the sunshine and fluffed clouds of fairytales. If anything, he has faced more grievous travesties in all his wanderings than he has faced anything pleasing. The world is rough to those who do not conform. The wild is called such for it is harsh and cruel and demands that to survive, one must be strong. Dog eat dog world, so they say and so it very well is. |
Neko possesses a very slim, light form with the proportions and grace of a dancer. He is so slight of build, that many underestimate him, taking in his thin frame and lack of noticeable muscle for weakness. Neko was built for speed rather than brute force, hence why he can overcome the challenges presented to him, as well as defeat his opponents in battle with ease. His fighting capabilities are anything but lacking, and he is strong because of it, relying on martial arts and the art of using ones’ force against them. If he ever flexed, then one could easily see he has very good muscle tone shaping his body. His skinny form is not from atrophy, rather his muscle is more condensed and compact. His skin is fair, with a hint of tan. His natural fairness makes tanning virtually nonexistent, even though the majority of his life has been spent in the outdoors. Being in the thick forest under the trees aids the lack of a darker skin tone, but it should not by that much. His paler complexion only aids to his weak appearance. He looks soft from it: soft and plushy and maybe even womanly. He’s been mistaken for one before, though they shortly regretted it afterwards. His hair is very long, reaching past the small of his back. He keeps it up, but it’s sill long enough that it doesn’t make much of a difference how he wears it. He prefers to keep it out of his face, hating the way it can obstruct his vision. He won’t cut it though. He won’t say why, but will occasionally slip a comment that he likes his hair as it is, if ever someone bothers talking about it, which isn’t exactly often, seeing as Neko hates talking about appearances. His hair is a soft, forest green with light and dark hints throughout. It is very thick, but straight and smooth, silky to the touch, as light as feathers. It floats about his shoulders and torso whenever the wind blows, moving even in the slightest breeze like a ghostly curtain in an abandoned house. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul, and this statement could not stand truer than when applied to Neko. Their color alone is ethereal: a vibrant, ghostly purple that seems to shimmer in certain light. But that is not really what makes them so interesting. It is their expressiveness. Everything he thinks or feels seems amplified in those glimmering optics. They give him away more than his own blunt statements ever could. Of course he can lie, and can get away with it too, but when not fabricating some sort of tale, he can be read easier than a book and perhaps understood no less the same. He doesn’t feel the need to hide anything. If he did, perhaps he would assume better precautions. But he strives to be honorable through and through, bearing no regrets as much as he cans strive to. He is not perfect, and certainly carries as much regret as any average person, but he doesn’t feel the need to hide it. He would rather be held accountable to his mistakes and suffer the consequences than go through life being secret and stewing inside in his own issues and self-pity. He couldn’t care less if others hate him more for his openness. It is not their duty to do anything about him.
Roleplayed by: Niitari
Roleplayed by: Niitari
MERCENARIES/ ASSASSINS/ FOR HIRE
_________Jory__________
(Jo-ree) Race: Full Shifter - form of a dire wolf Age: 21 Alliance: Rogue Rank/Occupation: Bodyguard for Hire Description: After his actions caused the death of his love, Jory vowed that he would not rest until he had saved enough lives to be redeemed. He has saved four lives so far, but he is not satisfied by such a small number. He has taken lives as well, but never the lives of innocents. On his quest to preserve life, he had to kill to save those he guarded. He bears many horrible scars to show for it, but he feels no satisfaction from his achievements. |
Jory is very caring and has very deep empathy. The suffering of others tortures him. The death of one he cares for can cripple him. And so he could never be evil, for he would surely break his own heart and bring about his own death.
Jory takes a while to get used to. It is hard to believe someone cold and violent as he could be so caring and understanding. It is almost unsettling. He seems well aware of this, but that doesn't change. He doesn't change.
Roleplayed by Niitari
Jory takes a while to get used to. It is hard to believe someone cold and violent as he could be so caring and understanding. It is almost unsettling. He seems well aware of this, but that doesn't change. He doesn't change.
Roleplayed by Niitari