Name: Kai "Wolf" Masou Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 5'7'' Weight: 131 lbs Race: Human Appearance:
Pale white skintone only recently starting to gain color, with short-cropped midnight black hair that only barely betrayed the silver-white roots underneath. Ocean-blue eyes gaze at his surroundings underneath thin black eyebrows, betraying nothing of the knowledge hidden behind them. Grizzled hair stubble, almost a series of shadows in how short they were, coated the lower half of his face.
His clothing, although not extravagant, was well taken care of - a black and blue tunic made of silk with silver-lined leather buckles, matching silk trousers, and worn black leather boots, all covered by a hooded, midnight blue cloak. Over his right arm another piece of cloth hung from his shoulder to just above his knee, concealing the entirety of his right arm and hand from outside eyes - a fact that was relevant because almost half of his arm and a large section of his hand was coated in artifice-designed metal, to cover up scarring from an unfortunate accident in the past. This same arm also holds his main weapon - a small hidden blade tucked into the wrist of his arm under the metallic plating, which slides in and out as he flexes his wrist - a design he created himself, for protection while on the road.
Personality:
For the most part, Kai prefers to keep to small amounts of company, shying away from big groups in favor of tightly-knit relationships with the few friends he keeps. With a keen eye for business, he rarely turns down an opportunity to make some quick gold, but is careful enough to know which situations to avoid in order to live to see tomorrow. His eyes only barely betray the intelligence behind them, which looks around at the world with observant curiosity - years of working with artifice designs has encouraged the instinct to know how everything works, from the physical realm to the inner workings of the mind and the mana that infuses all of everything and more. Respectful to most, his manners are impeccable, but he's prone to trust issues with those he finds suspicious, which creates awkward moments when dealing with shady individuals. Still, in the pursuit of knowledge, he's dealt with all sorts, and he doesn't let most anything stop him in the progress of his skill.
Name: Vahn Llim
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Wieght: 165 lbs
Race: Human
Appearance:
A man slim of frame with broad shoulders, thick curly shoulder length black hair and blue eyes, Vahn has a broad jawline outlined with a thin well trimmed beard without a mustache. Dressed in a long black leather trench coat with electric blue trim and a large attached hood. His hair is always worn down and usually covers half of his face if not more, Vahn wears a blue satchel with a dagger hilt sticking out of it accessable under the left side his coat with a black shirt underneath black leather pants with tall leather boots and leather gloves.
Personality and background
Vahn prefers not to talk to others about his past, what little is known is that he is the only survivor of his family, once a great mercantile power. He has been cloistered since then studying, preparing to deal with the men who murdered his family. He is almost always quiet and calm trying to survey all around him and making mental notes. When speaking he is quite polite, though he keeps few personal relations, preferring to keep to the business at hand.
As he hands his paperwork to the guard he says calmly. "I believe all is in order, good sir."
Name: Misiana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'3
Weight: 118
Appearance:Her eyes are as blue as the sky, and her hair as golden as the sun.
Her chest is covered by a pure blue top, which doesn not cover her shoulders or stomach. Her legs are not even covered to the knees with a slightly darker, cerulean blue skirt.
Both articles seem to be slightly loose fitting. A deep navy blue cloak is adorned around her neck, with a pin of a canary, which is long enough to touch the ground, yet never drags, almost seemingly hovering just a cenitmeter above it. The cloak has a hood which can be drawn, and does not cover this woman's shoudlers.
This woman's feet are bare, as are her hands, with all of her nails glistening with a bright blue polish.
Each of her arms are addorned with smooth blue armbands, but her left armband is slightly longer than her right. Both armbands have several runes, seemingly randomly scrawled upon them. Each of her ankles is adorned with likewise smooth and blue acessories, yet they each seem to be nothing more than a thin band, without any runes addorning them at all.
Demeanor: Her dainty foot steps make her seem as if she is gliding, not walking, upon the ground. Her expression is bright and happy, but the fact that she does not return any glances makes her seem cold and distant.
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Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 131 lbs
Race: Human
Appearance:
Pale white skintone only recently starting to gain color, with short-cropped midnight black hair that only barely betrayed the silver-white roots underneath. Ocean-blue eyes gaze at his surroundings underneath thin black eyebrows, betraying nothing of the knowledge hidden behind them. Grizzled hair stubble, almost a series of shadows in how short they were, coated the lower half of his face.
His clothing, although not extravagant, was well taken care of - a black and blue tunic made of silk with silver-lined leather buckles, matching silk trousers, and worn black leather boots, all covered by a hooded, midnight blue cloak. Over his right arm another piece of cloth hung from his shoulder to just above his knee, concealing the entirety of his right arm and hand from outside eyes - a fact that was relevant because almost half of his arm and a large section of his hand was coated in artifice-designed metal, to cover up scarring from an unfortunate accident in the past. This same arm also holds his main weapon - a small hidden blade tucked into the wrist of his arm under the metallic plating, which slides in and out as he flexes his wrist - a design he created himself, for protection while on the road.
Personality:
For the most part, Kai prefers to keep to small amounts of company, shying away from big groups in favor of tightly-knit relationships with the few friends he keeps. With a keen eye for business, he rarely turns down an opportunity to make some quick gold, but is careful enough to know which situations to avoid in order to live to see tomorrow. His eyes only barely betray the intelligence behind them, which looks around at the world with observant curiosity - years of working with artifice designs has encouraged the instinct to know how everything works, from the physical realm to the inner workings of the mind and the mana that infuses all of everything and more. Respectful to most, his manners are impeccable, but he's prone to trust issues with those he finds suspicious, which creates awkward moments when dealing with shady individuals. Still, in the pursuit of knowledge, he's dealt with all sorts, and he doesn't let most anything stop him in the progress of his skill.
House: Unaligned
Level: 1
EXP TNL: 0/5
Lifetime EXP: 0
Gold: 50
Weapon: Hidden Blade (1/0)
Satchel Points: ?/40
Arena Record: 0 wins / 0 loses / 0 draws
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Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Wieght: 165 lbs
Race: Human
Appearance:
A man slim of frame with broad shoulders, thick curly shoulder length black hair and blue eyes, Vahn has a broad jawline outlined with a thin well trimmed beard without a mustache. Dressed in a long black leather trench coat with electric blue trim and a large attached hood. His hair is always worn down and usually covers half of his face if not more, Vahn wears a blue satchel with a dagger hilt sticking out of it accessable under the left side his coat with a black shirt underneath black leather pants with tall leather boots and leather gloves.
Personality and background
Vahn prefers not to talk to others about his past, what little is known is that he is the only survivor of his family, once a great mercantile power. He has been cloistered since then studying, preparing to deal with the men who murdered his family. He is almost always quiet and calm trying to survey all around him and making mental notes. When speaking he is quite polite, though he keeps few personal relations, preferring to keep to the business at hand.
As he hands his paperwork to the guard he says calmly. "I believe all is in order, good sir."
House: Unaligned
Level: 1
EXP TNL: 0/5
Lifetime EXP: 0
Gold: 50
Weapon: Hidden Blade (1/0)
Satchel Points: ?/40
Arena Record: 0 wins / 0 loses / 0 draws
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Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'3
Weight: 118
Appearance:Her eyes are as blue as the sky, and her hair as golden as the sun.
Her chest is covered by a pure blue top, which doesn not cover her shoulders or stomach. Her legs are not even covered to the knees with a slightly darker, cerulean blue skirt.
Both articles seem to be slightly loose fitting. A deep navy blue cloak is adorned around her neck, with a pin of a canary, which is long enough to touch the ground, yet never drags, almost seemingly hovering just a cenitmeter above it. The cloak has a hood which can be drawn, and does not cover this woman's shoudlers.
This woman's feet are bare, as are her hands, with all of her nails glistening with a bright blue polish.
Each of her arms are addorned with smooth blue armbands, but her left armband is slightly longer than her right. Both armbands have several runes, seemingly randomly scrawled upon them. Each of her ankles is adorned with likewise smooth and blue acessories, yet they each seem to be nothing more than a thin band, without any runes addorning them at all.
Demeanor: Her dainty foot steps make her seem as if she is gliding, not walking, upon the ground. Her expression is bright and happy, but the fact that she does not return any glances makes her seem cold and distant.
Personality and Background: TBC
House: None
Guild: None
Level: 1
Exp: 0
Gold: 50
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