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Character Name: CatLord (Kall)
Rank: FaithBlade
Race: Meer (CatFolk)
Age: close to adulthood(?)
Height: 1,80 M
Weight:125 Kgs
Appearance: CatLord resembles a cross between a large predatory cat and a human, with a sleekly muscled humanoid body and the head and mane of a feline. Like most males, CatLord wears his thick hair in braids... and characteristic reminiscent markings and appearance of a panther. CatLord has thicker nails than other humanoids, but not the powerful claws of his ancestors... He carries totems for luck in battle, success on the hunt, and good fortune in other such endeavors...

Clothing: Battle Leathers and Snow White War Robes... half apron with his color rank.

Personality: CatLord shares a quick and engaging confidence that makes him seem always ready for the next challenge. Slow to anger and quick to forgive, CatLord lives a life filled with emotion and doubt... he is a pleasant company despite his mercurial temperament, his free-flowing emotion and enjoyment of life is refreshing and captivating. CatLord has a darker, dangerous side as well, and he is as likely to meet an insult with a drawn weapon as he is to shrug it off with a jest.

History: Started his life in Brittain... an urchin in the slums... his reflexes and speed granted him an advantage over the other dirty ragged humanoids... soon he was taken to the Trinsic Swamps where he became the servant of Mori-Kam... life was simple. She trained him and tutored him for something he could not understand... from time to time they would receive the visit of an old soldier... and when Kall became proficient with several weapons and able to defend himself from most of the swamp monsters... he was taken to Yew. There he fought several Invasions, Keeonean, Evil Mages... and the Hand...

Later he joined the Paladins of Virtue and after that he served the Empire... the Purple Guardians of Honor, becoming a squire... and took lessons at the Empath Abbey, where he learnt to read and write...

His Path took him to New Haven... where he started a Census... which allowed him to interview the majority of the inhabitants...

Sometimes, he visits Felluca... and hunts down some murderers... even if the criminals are twice as fast as he is... Virtue is on his side...

Finally, his last year was spent in the Gauntlet... hunting ancient demons and collecting items of ancient power.

Favored Weapon: Double Slayer Juka Bow... “Holy Fury”

Character Name: Avalanche
Rank: Defender
Race: Elven Female
Age: 18
Height: 6 ft
Weight:140 Pounds
Appearance: Avalanche is a tall slender female elf. She moves at lightning speed with the agility of a cat and the muscle tone of a well-breed nightmare. Her hair is short and spiked tall with a fine layer of sparkling pixie dust. Her eyes are a mystical clear blue color, often reflecting light like cat’s eyes.

Clothing: She wears an assortment of magical leathers under her pure white war robe. Her half apron indicates her color rank.

Personality: Avalanche may at first appear stuck-up or aloof… but she is really just busy watching, listening- taking in everything. If you are able to catch her eye, you will find a mischievous sparkle dancing merrily in her eyes. She has learned to conserve her energy so she may seem slow to respond when approached. However, this appearance is deceiving for she is always ready... ready for anything. Quick to react… when interested. Quick to attack… when threatened. Having completed her elven training with honors, she is bright & confident yet loyal & abiding to her superiors. She has an even temperament and enjoys a good laugh… and at times a harmless mischievous joke upon a good friend. Her positive outlook on life, politics and love make her pleasurable and well-sought company.

History:Avalanche began life in Heartwood, deep within the thick canopy of trees. She was born to a well-respected family and was sent, very early for her age, for academy training. While the training was grueling to most, she found she was in her element and quickly advanced through the courses. Her mentor, Shak’rak, was proficient in archery, fencing and the magical arts.  She learned all she could from him. Near the end of her training, people noticed that she had begun to surpass her mentor’s skills. There was something about Avalanche’s abilities that was a mystery to the other students and to academy instructors as well. But, Shak’rak understood what it was. On the eve of her graduation, he sat with her, alone by the campfire, and explained. What he spoke of has, even to this day, been known by only Shak’rak and Avalanche

Name: Obake (Dandin Scorne)
Rank: Guardian
Race: Draconic (Mercury Dragon, D&D ruleset)/Elven
Age: Unknown
Height: Roughly 5’10”
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance: Tall and lean, with well toned muscles as a result of years of intense training. His skin is a pale white with just a slight hint of light blue undertone, if bare in direct sunlight or other bright light his skin appears to radiate a silver glow and sparkles in random spots. His short cropped hair is nearly a translucent shade of silver and frames an oval face with friendly, proportionately set, eyes that shine brilliantly in the light with countless mirror-like facets, and that have a luminescence of their own in the dark. The rest of his face is occupied by a slightly longer than average jaw, and thin lips always turned in smile. Hidden behind his grin is a mouth full of average sized, razor sharp, teeth that are accented by slightly elongated canines and a forked tongue.

Equipment: Obake generally favors well crafted sandals, a flowing white robe, and the mystical suit of Darkwood armor that he was gifted. A bow can be seen slung over his shoulder, with a black chaos shield strapped over it. Concealed sheathes holding numerous krysses and daggers, and a spear or triton resting easily in his hand.

History: Obake was born Dandin Scorne to a small family of half-dragon warrior scholars that called Terort Skitas, the Ilshenarian Temple of Knowledge, home. He was raised in the ways of philosophy and virtue by his mother Danika, and trained in the arts of war and strategy by his uncles Rios and Demio (Early in his life his elven father was murdered by zealous gargish priests from Ver Lor Reg). As he grew into his teenage years strife began spreading throughout Ilshenar, with rumors that the great ruler named ‘Blackthorn’ had come to Dragonaire (Modern day Montor) to seek peace in Ilshenar... But the facade could not last forever, and soon the call to arms was sounded, the great city of Dragonaire was besieged by Lord Blackthorn the deceiver. The council of Terort Skitas knew if the invading armies could trap Dragonaire that their tiny temple would surely be crushed if they fell, and so every able-bodied Templar set out east, to rally with whomever else had responded to the great fortress of Karnaugh. It was there they they were joined by the others who had responded to the call: many rangers and solitary healers from the forest, a small number of rogue Exodian Controllers with their mechanical war machines in tow, and last came several hundred clansmen from the far southern tribes of Nox Tereg. Once assembled they set out east through the mountains, and then northeast through the forests, engaging the occasional Savage War-party, to the passes that would take them into Dragonaire. Once they arrived they found the city overrun with daemons and great mechanical juggernauts that were Blackthorn’s slaves.. The battle was fierce and many templi fell, but it soon appeared that Blackthorns forces were beginning to thin! They were winning! The Templi force pushed into the heart of Dragonaire, it was there that Dandin saw him... the Betrayer himself, Lord Blackthorn... He was making north, striking down all in his path, towards to great Rift, the once source of energy in Ilshenar that could rival the colossus Power Core of the Exodians. Full of youthful arrogance and pride Dandin gave chase, and his guard of armored dragoons gave way under the force of his spear. Soon he arrived at the Rift to find the Dragonarian magi that guarded it killed, and Blackthorn standing out on the pier that stood over the great abyss.. He engaged Lord Blackthorn and fought valiantly, but under his superior armsmanship he was soon badly wounded and overpowered. Blackthorn lifted his nearly lifeless body, and held him out over the abyss and spoke simply: "Ilshenar is mine... I will rule over this land, and someday I will take even Britannia for myself!"... and with a final wind of strength Dandin drew his long dagger and took a mighty swing at the arm that held him, severing it cleanly through the forearm, and falling into the void...((What comes between these two sections is known only to Dandin, the ghost)) When he woke he found himself in the care of the healers of the exiled general Lady Beatrix, in the small settlement called Alexandria, built by the refugees of Dragonaire.. There he was mended, and once he could speak and move again he came to be called Obake, having forgotten what his true name was. He served the city of Alexandria for a time, until he was finally drawn to the Empath Abbey, and to the paladins that called themselves TormTars...

Character Name: Mathena
Rank: Enforcer
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 5’7”
Weight:165 lbs

History: I was raised with 2 brothers both training to follow in my father’s footsteps and join the military life. My parents had no intentions of letting me be anything other than a proper young lady. My brothers, on the other hand, decided I made quite a good practice dummy during our childhood. But, whether they intended it or not, I learned a lot from those days. When I was 14, my brothers left to join the Brittanian militia. I was then alone in my training of the sword. Months passed and my mother and I received word of my father’s assassination. My heart was heavy and full of hatred for the men that murdered my father. I swore I would find them and deal with them with my own idea of justice. Those thoughts consumed me, I trained harder and harder knowing I had to find a way to better my skills. At the disappointment of my mother, I set off for Britain. I was allowed to join and I started working my skills and moved up the ranks quickly. When I was approaching my 19th birthday, I was approached by a man bearing an emblem of a purple hand. His name was Ramar. He explained to me that he was a faithful follower of Torm. He told me that he could see the passion I held in my heart and wanted me to follow him and help him defend those that can’t defend themselves and exact justice to the evil of the world. This was an offer I had to accept. For the next 2 years, I trained both my battle skills and increased my knowledge of the world. At the age of 21, I was given the task to go into the world and spread Torm’s teachings. Several months later, I came across a very handsome young man, he was trying to defend himself against a large group of Orcs. He was wounded and needed help. I helped him defeat the Orc clan, attended to his wounds. His name was Gilbert. Once he was on the mend, we traveled together fighting Orcs and any other evil creature we met along the way. We seemed to work well together.....we have traveled together ever since. Our travels took us through a town called Haven. When we encountered a strange little man.....Pitr. He was eager to help us with armor and weapons we might need on our journey. We thanked him for all his kind help. He also let us know that he was willing to allow his circle to grow larger. It had been Gil and I for so long, we were hesitant of joining this circle. But our curiosity got the better of us and Gilbert sent a request for an audience with Pitr. He explained his vision for the “circle” from that day on we have been apart of circle and Pitr has been a friend and Brother in Arms. I joined the TormTars and advanced to the rank of enforcer. I am always there to defend those in need against any evil.

Name: Caliver
Rank: Enforcer
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Age: 36
Appearance: Medium build with tan and weathered skin.  Personality: Layed back and relaxed, slow to anger except when friends and family are in danger.

History: Caliver was born in Britain. After living on the streets for the first 17 years of his life he joined the military. After being in the military for several years he got out and became a wanderer. He made his way to Haven where he first came into contact with Pitr who introduced him to the ways of the circle. Pitr explanation intrigued Caliver enough to join and become a Tormtar where he attained the rank of Enforcer. Caliver remains a faithful member of the Tormtars to this day.

Name: Kanos Ogresbane
Rank: Enforcer
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 245lbs.
Hair: blond
eyes: blue
age: 24
Appearance: broad and well muscled, light and fair in skin tone. Generally wears unadorned plate with a hard earned sash of might, gloves and a cape in colors denoting his rank, but will use different armor configurations as the situation calls for it. Bearded and rugged, but with a jovial and boisterous look about him

History: Kanos’s first memories lie in darkness and fear, the only survivor of an ambush party of ogres that laid waste to his family, and innocence. His first taste of freedom came nearly 7 years from that fateful day, when he managed to elude his captors for a short time (taking advantage of the ogres’ intelligence, but forgetting the hard headed stubborness) and found refuge in britain, as well as a measure of his humanity. He strove to be clean and good, chivalrous and kind, and a terrible enemy to those who would harm innocents...in short everything an ogre is not. He managed to find work, not with his skill with a blade, but his primal ferocity with it...he hunted bears without any regard for his own safety, only meat and gold to sustain until the next day, but it was human work, under his own terms and thus worth the risks he took as an untrained fighter. His recapture hapenned as a result of that routine, no longer fearing a lash or worry of a looming hulk behind him he threw himself into his new life. a typical day but a fateful one. kanos was in the middle of the clearing before he even thought to wonder of his vulnerability, by then it was back to the offal pit like lair of the rogue ogres. This blow to his newfound humanity took a toll on young Kanos and his memories of this times are vague but intense feelings of fear and hoplessnes but without detail. He knows not how he escaped only that he wandered and survived in a harsh and dangerous jungle, and as his thoughts came back to him he gradually found his way to haven where he once again is striving for his vision of goodliness in the world, and with the group of like minded people he has found there he may yet put his mark of good in the world, as well the mark of his blade across the throats of evil.

Name: Micah
Rank: Blackarrow
Race: Human
Age: 18-25 (She won't tell)
Height: 5'7"
Weight 115 lbs
Appearance: Micah stands about average height, her relaxed stance betrayed by eyes conscious of her surroundings at all times. Her finely toned muscles attest to years of private training in the jungles that border Trinsic and her armor is always in style and color coordinated as is her taste.
Clothing: Recently she has favored the blue and green of valorite and verite respectively, and wears only the finest the smiths and tailors of Britannia have to offer. Her robe is of the latest color adopted by the circle that satisfies her need to be in fashion.
Personality: Micah is rebellious by nature but fiercely loyal when she has a cause she believes in. She is willing to help those in need that she accepts into her group of trusted allies, and will fight to the death for them. Her martial skills are matched only by her wit, which when tempted is as sharp as any broadhead she may loose on her enemies.
History: Raised in Trinsic as the daughter of a Duke, she has always enjoyed the finer things in life and the best money can buy. This however had not stifled the thing she most wanted to do in life, and that was explore the world and conquer it by any means necessary. Her parents were in high expectations of a son, so they chose the name Micah and pronounced it on the child before she was fully birthed. The priest insisted they give her a more fitting name, but they would not be persuaded, this was her name. She learned early on that the world was a harsh place, her father's servants often complaining of brigands and monsters waylaying them on the road to Britain. She took up archery with her father's own weapons master without his knowledge, paying him from her own generous allowance. She hunted ogres, ettins, bandits, and whatever crossed her path until she wanted more.
Venturing off on her own with naught but her armor, weapons, and a week's worth of rations she made for Britain in search of fortune. She met with a man in the public square who directed her to the city of Moonglow where rumor had it there was a fiasco involving some very unstable magics, and warriors, mages and all sort of adventurers were being drawn there like iron ore to a magnet. She fough long and hard, and gained many a treasured trinket until she met with a fellow archer named Shandril. She noticed her bow was not of the latest model and offered her a replacement. She also noticed the swarm of friends that had been associated with her and asked if their group was in need of another bow. Over time she was accepted into the circle as it was called and has been serving her place since then, feeling she has filled her place in the world.

Name: Marcus Blackwell
Rank: None at this time
Race: Human
Age: unknown [ looks to be the 24]
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 230


Appearance: Tall and Well built. The first thing you notice about him when not wearing a Helm is two long scars down his left cheek which were given in a battle long ago. His hair is long and dark grey almost black. He has light blue eyes that sometimes seem like there grey. His walk is that of a laid back person but with the slight hint that he is ready to pounce into attack if need be.


History: Marcus Blackwell was born in the City of Britain to a man James Blackwell and a woman named Mia Blackwell. His father was one of the many Royal Guardsman at the time who were incharge of the Kings safety though not a noble himself James made his dues and earned this right in battle. Marcu's mother Mia was a common house wife of the time who loved to make clothes, cook, and tend to the family farm. Marcus himself was the typical farm boy growing up with the knack of getting into trouble when hanging out with his friends in the city. When his father was on duty he was in charge of keeping the farm running. On this 18th birthday though things began to change for marcus he began to take interest more in his fathers job and wanted to learn the ways of the warrior. He enrolled into the Britain Warriors Academy after much talk with his parents. His time in training to be a warrior was a tough one for Marcus.

One thing that made this time rough was him being the only non noble in the the class. Most of his class mates tried there best to make his life unbearable at the academy except for one who name was Derek uth Matar. They became fast friends and soon were the top two in the class. Marcus learned to master the sword while Derek learned the art of fencing and favored the kryss and warfork. The two would always place either first or second in the end of year tournaments. Sadly on there last day there training after the right of passage the two parted ways and didnt see each other till four years later. Marcus for four years traveled the lands helping any who were in need, from time to time he visit home but never would stay long. It was one this last trip home during his 24th birthday that all things changed..

That Day was the day the King disappeared and a war for the throne followed. Marcus along with his father fought on the side of the council that wished to rule in the Kings stead til the King returned. Sadly the noble this day trying to claim the throne was none other then Gunther uth Matar. The battle was hard fought and both sides suffered many deaths which included the death of marcu's father and that of Lord Gunther. This battle was what ended starting a fued with marcu's old friend Derek for Marcus was the one that dealt Gunther the death blow. There fued would end in a most unforseen way. It ended in a duel were both were badly wounded. Marcus was poisioned with something at the time there was no cure at the time thus his mother sought out the most powerful mages at the time. The mages were able to place marcus in a sleep that would keep him alive as long as he was not woken, he would not age in this sleep but the world would pass on. His former friend on the other hand was upon deaths door when he made a deal with an unlikely being.

Thus history passed Marcus family and friends passed in the ether and Sosaria was changed. Magic in the lands grew to the point were death could be defeated and ones soul was returned to ones body and ones body could be healed with no signs of injury. Marcus woke from his long sleep without memory of how he ended up there for by now the posion in his blood had faded to the point that he would no longer kill him thus the reason for his waking. As for the wereabouts of Derek that is yet to be found out. Did he survive the ages? Marcus eventually regained his strength and once again traveled the lands helping those in need. He eventually found his way to New haven where he heard talk of a being known as Torm and wished to find out more. which is where he finds himself now a warrior in the service of Torm in hopes learn more about his new faith and defend the weak from the evils of the realm.

Character Name : Death Strike
Rank : Faith Blade
Race : Elf
Age : 36 years
Height : 6'4
Weight : 240 lbs

Appearance : Death Strike is an imposing figure, his skin has a light blue hue due to his elven heritage.His hair is long and greying before its time. He has a very well built body from years of using the weapons of his trade. His complexion is worn and his face is weathered and bears the marks of many battles.

Clothing : Death Strike wears the robes of the TormTar which he has been given. He carries a vast assortment of bows which he has become a master at using through years of combat .He wears only the best of armor which he has acquired through years of battle and many battles with Evil of the Dark Father in the Dungeon Doom.

Personalilty : Death Strike is easy going unless the situation calls for actions on the behalf of the good or repressed. He will defend those who need it until the death.

History : Death Strike was born in the town of Heartwood to elven parents. His father Ello was a master crafter and was renouned throughout the lands for his great bowcrafting skills . His mother Valdi was the most beautiful woman Heartwood had ever seen and cared for her family reguardless of the cost to her. Death Strike was born with name of Gryphon Proximus. Until his 15th year he enjoyed a quite normal life. During the summer of his 15th year his father and mother were summoned to the human town Haven to sell Ello's bows to archers that were rumored to be fighting a great evil attacking the town. Upon arrival both Ello and Valdi were slaughtered by the evil forces for no other reason than for the amusement of the evil hoard. Upon hearing the news Gryphon swore to avenge his parents and anyone else that was in danger and in need of help. Gryphon began his training with best archers and paladins of the City of Luna. After completeing his training his returned to the town of Haven to avenge his parents. During the many battles with evil he became known throughout the lands as Death Strike due to his abilities to dispatch the evil hords with the bow. His given name has long been forgotten in the fog of war and the winds of history. After a long battle the evil hoards were able to destroy the town of Haven. Death Strike began wandering the lands and killing any evil which crossed his path. Death Strike continued fighting evil and helping the helpless. After 20 years of wandering and countless battles he began hearing rumors of a new town of that lived by the values which he held close to his heart.. The name of the town was New Haven after a long and dangerous journey he arrived at the town of New Haven. Upon his arrival he began hearing rumors of a guild which defends the defenseless and fights for the rights of the repressed. After long period of thought he made the decision to end his wandering and put his bow at the command TormTar. He was warmly welcome into the guild and pledged his life to the service of the TormTar.