~Rembrant~

Name: Maxine Runeheart

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Gender: Female

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Race: Human

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Magic: Fire magic

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Appearance: Long black hair, light brown eyes and fair skin. Normally in a black leather tunic with boots, a knife strapped to her arm. When given clothes by the Empress she wears a long white dress with silver sandals. Gems adorn her neck and ears with a pearl colored belt. She has an average build and average height of 5'5.

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Nation Of Origin: Espanino

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Personality: Confident in stature, she is reformed and elegant when needed. She's very quiet with her steps and sneaky when needed. She finds ways to get information, whether it would be ease dropping or speaking directly to the person. She blocks out negative emotions and usually has a blank face. She controls her emotions and isn't hurt by petty words. With those she cares about she opens up and breaks a smile, other wise she is quite closed off and stays professional if called for.

Name: Lorian "The Crimson Tide" Castellan

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Title: Lord of Valanice - The Crimson Tide

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Holding: Valanice

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Gender: Male

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Race: Human

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Magic?: Yes. Water, Poison and Blood Magic. (Note that Blood magic is just a rumour for Lorian and only the Royals are aware of it's truth.)

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Appearance: Long gorgeous, chestnut hair decorates the head of Lorian Castellan that frames his curved facial features and charming smile that constantly keeps upon his face only for a sapphire gaze to accompany his almost perfect features. Lorian has no set of armour as he doesn't seem to require this, even in the thick of battle the man adorns no such thing but a finely made crimson coat that is decorated with leather straps and a white outlining. Underneath is a fine elvish silk shirt and black trousers, boots to match. Upon his left side you can always find the family blade of House Castellan, an obsidian Long sword that was fortified with dark crystals during it's carving, a special order from Chardesh's forges that's been reinforced over the many years it's been passed down but he'll only use this as a last resort, whilst the man is proficient with it he's not exactly the best swordsman as he'd much rather use his arcane abilities. The blade is made in such a way that he'll be able to catch the blood of his opponents regardless of how much actual harm he causes. Nicknamed: "Mizu".

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Nation of Origin: Valanice

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Personality: Lorian is perceived as a loyal servant to the Empire, always working in their best interest and assuring it's hold upon the people is firm and it's enemies decimated something that earned him the title "Crimson Tide." Tactician that is worthy of legend and an intelligence that can be threatening even to his allies, yet he's the most merciful of the Nobility on the council as he'll always take a diplomatic route before attempting anything hostile or so it would seem...The truth is Lorian's diplomatic route is usually laced with manipulation, blackmail and outright intimidation, as he's a snake in the grass, a man whose ambition knows no bounds and personal look upon himself is borderline godlike.

Name: Draxis “Brazen Bull” Vultheran
 
Gender: Male
 
Race: Human 
 
Magic?: No, although as a child he always dreamed of going to study with the Dwarven Battle Mages of Mardune, he was just never touched by the Ley. Although the final part of the Drow curse gave him immortality to always live with the touch of the Drow.
 
Appearance: The most striking visual of this human is his eyes, a curse given to him by his early Drow Masters. His eyes forever white in perfect resemblance to the Drow that cursed him. His long jet black hair and barbarian beard really caused them to glow. His Armour a custom Imperial plate design, forged by the masterful hands of an enslaved Dwarf blacksmith. The plethora and array of ores and magick crystals used by the Dwarves to create their sacred Elementium Steel is what made this armour so strong, light and enchanted, Imperial sigils and crests where engraved into it for artistic appeal. Flowing down from his right shoulder a Silk half cloak branded in the sigils of the Empire. Over his brow he wore an armoured bandana, brandished with horns completeling his visage of the Bull. Strong, powerful and relentless. At his waist he had strapped to him a massive plate belt taking up most of his stomach was brandished with the visage of the Bull etched into it, this as well as the headband were made of a different, normal material that later became enchanted with magical resistance. These he wore with only a leather loincloth when he fought in the Arena Pit. Strapped to his back the Imperial flag that he wore into battle. Draxis is followed to battle or accompanied by small bodyguard of Elite Centurions who are armoured like him and brandish the Imperial flag, they all have the same covered face helmet and various array of weapons. They are the 13th Legion.
 
Weapons: At his back he carries both a Large wall shield etched around the edge with Imperial sigils and the center a Bull symbol and a jagged claymore that were both made of the same steel as the armour so their lightweight meant he could wield the two handed blade and tower shield like a regular short sword and buckler combat. At his hip his ceremonial Dao Elvish Steel blade, smelted of mithril, platinum, silver and crystals. An ancient sword that was taken by the Empire and the Empress gifted her Executioner with it the sacred blade of Elf kind was now used to let their blood and symbolically taking their souls(or possibly enchanted to take their souls depending) Resting in his chambers on a stone wheeled platform is a Dwarven crafted Brazen Bull that can be moved for Public executions. His favoured method of Elvish execution, especially the Drow he hated so. His eyes would seemingly glow and burn in an evil malicious way everytime he watched the flames of his Bull. The satisfaction of the world being cleansed of that which he hated the most.
 
Nation of Origin: Originally born in the Capitol, Cyranos. “The Seat of the Empire”, so it has become. Born to a struggling family, the last of 13. His mother struggling to care for them all while the father was seldom there. A Petty thief and hired knuckle his dishonesty prevalent to his work and home the same, Draxis always resented his father who at the time he shared the name of his father, Mickael. Which would be influential in his later life as a Centauri as he shows no mercy especially to Bandits and cutpurses. 
 
Personality: Cold and callus, while he is brazen and wrecking like the Bull he is in no way a brainless berserker. He is calculated, manipulative and cunning. Traits he was cursed with when captive by the Drow. While he hates the curse within him he uses the abilities for the Empire to crush their enemies. He savours toying with his prey and breaking their will while coupled with his ferocity in battle. A perfect blend of his Human Arena Berserker upbringing and the curse of the Drow within him. His voice is deep and booming like that of a champion from another realm, Ulfric Stormcloak.

Name: Isha Velestiwen

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Gender: Female

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Race: Shadar-kai (Raven Elf)

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Magic: Yes, Ancestoral Magic. Restoration

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Appearance: Looks 24 years of age. Her skin looks as when the moon illuminates the night below. It naturally has a form of lines under/around her eyes, and upon her lip. Her hair as sable as the soft feathers upon her shoulder. Long ears that are always perked with intrigue. Her eyes are oceans that one can easily lose themselves in, and possibly drown. Her gaze can be viewed as intimidating, though her height disregards it. Can be seen in always in some form of black garments, and if she takes interest in you, likely no clothing at all. 5’5 and 137lbs. Her body is slim but shapely on her torso and thighs. She may not be the thickest woman, but she uses what she's got.

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Nation of Origin: Unknown, Currently.

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Personality: She has a strong respect for every living thing, hoping they live their fullest life. She is in service to the Raven Queen and directly communing with the goddess due to her high status. She has always had a powerful mind from birth and even better control of how to use it for better or worse. She is a perceptive woman and not much can get past her. She is a rather charismatic and convincing creature known for her seductive persuasion. But that shouldn't scare anyone away who wishes to speak with her. She has a charming laugh, and knows how to have some fun. Depending on the day, she can be either Submissive or more Dominant. Due to her race of elves being on the edge of survival and tending to only breed with each other, she's taken it upon herself to help continue it. When traveling, She often uses a polymorph "spell" to change her gender in order to lure women and breed with them. In this form, she calls herself Castilio. She is unsure how many half-children have made it through, but she hopes for the best. She, herself as female, has never mated. Since the queen's disappearance she has been searching on an off for all those years. She hopes to rule out any misconceptions many have of her, and return the Queen to her former glory. Her personal goals aside from her goddess remain a mystery.

Name: (Real name) Romanea (Used name on everything) Sarya Lutz

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Magic: Undetermined

Appearance: From years of neglect, abuse, cruel torment and inhuman practices from the villagers of her prior life; her body is rather slim. She grew to be only 5 feet and 4 inches tall with a small framed torso giving her a weak appearance. Her hips are slightly wider than the average woman with the appealing behind of an elf. Her arms are slim and toned like that of a delicate maiden as her darkened red locks seem like they had been burned by the flames of hell. Eyes darkened by the permanent light redness surrounding her eyes making her greyed aqua eyes seem full of sadness. The cream white skin giving definition to the freckles that decorate her cheeks, nose and center of her neatly trimmed brows to give her beauty not known to many. She holds her body bowed and closed in front of the public but in secret, in the darkness, she is broad and open with no shame. Just above the right side of her upper lip, a beauty marks she was born with. Not many seem to notice underneath the bindings of her black top that she has her breasts bound for them to see small though out in the darkness they are let lose for her sex appeal to draw her victims in.

Nation of Origin: Known to only the Emperor and Empress (--------) To the public (Valanice)

Personality: Romanea is a quiet woman as she works underneath the hand of the Empress. Appearing as nothing more than a handmaiden with a shy and quiet demeanor. Keeping a steady gaze behind the Queen and following orders without question. She is heavily submissive but only in the light of the public. Within the night, under the Emperors hand, she is full of sass and a poisonous glare as she turns into a ruthless assassin. She smiles with every kill and baths in the blood of others and her own. Her insanity knows no bounds as she uses almost any means to kill another. She finds pleasure only in the use and slaughter of others. Nicknaming her in the underground as the “Hydra’s Mistress”

Name: Hildria

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Gender: Female

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Race:  Banished Valkyrie

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Magic?: Yes- Manipulation of weather, seeing into the future of battles, earth magic, life magic

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Appearance: (Before being banished): Tall, slender, long blonde hair, fair skin, wore a pure white robe, two large white wings. (After being banished): Taller than most mortal women, muscular, dark black hair, pale skin, black armor, four large black wings, axe of Hel, shackles that bind her to the mortal world around her wrists and ankles.

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Nation of Origin: Valhalla

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Personality: She was once kind, but bullheaded. Since she was banished from the halls of Valhalla she has grown to dislike men. She is stubborn and strong willed. She is brave and over protective of people she cares about. She doesn't like to be told what do, and she has a very high temper. She is also very loud and isn't afraid to say what is on her mind.

Name: Rheksas; formerly Varokyte of Manzra.

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Gender: Male

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Race: Human

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Magic: None

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Appearance: Rheksas is a man of middling height with a long face and a lean build. He is pale and covered in many scars detailing a storied career in the military before turning to mercenary work. He is roughly 5’9” and weighs around 160lbs, much of which is tight muscle honed for endurance. His age is indiscernible, and he often hides beneath a set of black half-plate, a mysterious longsword strapped to his back. His eyes are the typical silver of his people, but they are dull and listless despite his often-smiling face. They stare tiredly onward, belonging to a man already dead.

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Nation of Origin: Great Etovia

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Personality: Capricious and unpredictable, Rheksas is just as likely to cut a man down as he is to treat with him. He is sly but sanguine, and values his personal liberty above all others. He is quick to smile and suffers minor indignities with laughter. As a rule, he avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions, believing in nothing but the natural chaos of the universe and his own strength as it relates to his surroundings. He comes across as flippant at times, barbaric at others, entertaining peculiar superstitions and engaging in few activities outside bloodsoaked battle. Life is worthless in his eyes, and can be bought, sold, traded, or stolen with the right know-how. But that doesn't stop him from charging for his services, such as they pertain to the bartering of life.

Name: Aeternita (Nita for short.)

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Gender: Female.

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Race: Half human, half Fae (Faerie).

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Magic: Yes.

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Appearance: She's a small slender thing, with long dirty blonde hair, strands of which often come down and frame her oval face.  Her eyes are a deep amethyst color and her most noticeable features are the two silver wings that flutter gracefully upon her back.

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Nation of Origin: Unknown, though she grew up in a small village in Valanice.

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Personality: Aeternita is a sweet and caring person, her loyalty is beyond measure and once your held within heart you'll always be there.  She abhors violence and will always do whatever she can to stop situations from reaching that point.  That's not to say she's weak, she can hold her own with her magic but generally only uses it when backed into a corner and all other options are spent.  She can be naïve and somewhat overly trusting as she does her best to see the good in everyone.

Name: Zenra Atlas-Helbain 

Gender: Female 

Race: Drow/Vampire 

Magic: Yes, Ancestoral Magic. Conjuration, Destruction, and Minor Restoration. 

Appearance: Looks 22 years of age, Long white hair, Silver or almost white eyes depending on the day. Pale grey skin for a dark elf. Her ears are rather long and has been slurred with the phase “Knife ear.” Can be seen in little to know clothing of black, white, or gold to black leathery armor complete with a bow and twin daggers. She tends to carry a ebony journal closely that she guards in a hide bag she wears. 5’1 and 135lbs. Her body may be small but she can be described as being a thicker woman due to her thighs and backside. Her skin can be described as flawless aside from huge scars near her abdomen and back. 

Nation of Origin: Rig’Mortis 

Personality: Zenra can be silent at first, quite gentle and one can sometimes not even hear her enter a room. But She means well. She has an overwhelming sense to help others whether it benefits her or not. Chaotic good; She tends to quite literally do ANYTHING in the name of what is good, even if that means burning a city to the ground. She can come off as motherly, even with a rough past with her first two children. She doesn’t speak of past events unless directly asked or if it applies to what is currently going on. She can be a bit awkward and anxious, but she attempts to keep a cool head. She will usually approach things lightheartedly and with a smirk on her face. She just wishes to forget the past, learn more of her new found hertitage, and reclaim her kingdom so that she may rule with example and end the strife her empire faces.

Name: Crystal (Last name unknown) 

Gender: Female 

Race: Human 

Magic?: Not yet 

Appearance: Young woman, 20 year-old. Long black hair with tanned skin and ice blue eyes. Wears long dresses with sandals and belt with necessities strapped to it. 5'4 and 140 pounds. Her back is scarred horribly and she has shackle scars on her wrists and ankles. 

Nation of Origin: Over seas 

Personality: She is afraid to speak of her past, but those who know of it she opens up to quite a lot. She likes to remain quiet and not take charge unless is dire need. She enjoys nature and its creatures, giving thanks to them as takes what she needs to survive. She is fair and kindhearted, but once she is comfortable around people she likes to tease and joke around. Though she had a hard past she wants to make a better future for herself by healing and helping others as she can.

Name: Alaihandra 

Race: Human 

Magic: Not yet 

Appearance: A middle-aged woman standing at about 5'4'', Alaihandra can best be described as "motherly". Her hair is brown, with some grey slipping in at the edges here and there. Her eyes are a deeper shade of brown, and there seems to be a reflection of great knowledge and experience in them. 

Nation of Origin: Currently Unknown 

Personality: Unwavering in her convictions, Alaihandra has seen a lot in her day. She takes a personal interest in guiding and helping those who would seek to better themselves and learn. Sometimes, however, her "mother-knows-best" attitude can get the better of her, as she may hinder more than help at times.

Name: Esylana Geldamont 

Race: Human 

Magic: Not yet 

Appearance: Standing at 5'6'', she is a shapely woman in the appearance of a 25 year old. Her auburn hair cascades in a natural wave from a widow's peak and hangs to her shoulders, framing a face that bears hazel eyes, a slightly upturned nose, full lips, and a dash of freckles. Nation of Origin: Valanice, a former kingdom of Rembrant 

Personality: Stubborn, hopeful, and determined. She does not back down from a challenge, loves riddles and learning, and has a deep caring for those who cannot help themselves, especially children.