HOLLOW:

Name: Lord Bair Blackmarsh
Age:27
Race:Human
Appearance: See Below
Powers/Weapon: Military Training (Slight), The Silver Reaper (A specilalized Katana effective against supernatural forces and is made out of Cold Iron)., Specialized Training by Grim (starting of the Hyper Sonic Sword Play. He only moves like...a little faster then normal people)
Bio: Bair Blackmarsh has has a very interesting few years. He helped slay a demon queen, got declared a hero, got out of military training, became a lord, and is currently dating the Princess of Hollow. However it didn't always started out that sweet. Abandoned when he was little by a pair of thieves on the doorstep of a priest named Robert Blackmarssh, Bair was at first...just a forgotten after thought.

His own fate was always decided by others, even if they loved him like Robert did. In the city of Eternal Gardens, Bair was raised up to be the next Priest of Luna, the goddess of darkness, and the chief worshiped deity of Hollow. Bair didn't really like it. He was more interested in the local inn, Dead Man's Drink, which was popular amongst Hollow's adventurers. Bair loved sneaking away and hearing the stories. However his adoptive father considered the stories a bad influence, especially since Bair learned about the Birds and the Bees through them not him.

However despite these differences in view, Bair stilled loved Robert, and Robert, Bair. He always began to form a close friendship with Veronica Hollow, the current princess. The two would come over when Aliester Hollow came to talk with Robert about a few things, he would later learn of Robert's military history. He always brought his daughter so that she would have someone to play with, since she was an only child.

Despite this one thing kept him going, there was another child Bair grew up with named Ryker. Ryker's drive to be the best in the military drove Bair to keep trying. Bair considers him a brother in arms, inspite of events of the future.

Inora returned twice, the first time she found out quickly why the Royalty of Hollow was considered the dream team. Despite a tough battle, Zephyra Hollow and Aliester Hollow fought her back. Bair was amazed seeing this. It motivated him to try harder in his training, despite his growing hatred of being in the Enforcer's boot camp.

The second time however, Inora was more prepared. She seemed stronger then she was before, and looked like that this time she was going to win. Not bearing the thought of losing another family, and despite being out match. Bair lept into the fray to try and save the people he considered to be his new family, and Ryker came as well. Bair doesn't know to this day why the studious Ryker would come in and help during what seemed like a hopeless situation. However, Bair didn't care. The two friends managed to do the unthinkable, they fought her off and despite their many injuries, as Ryker managed to distract Inora in her transformed dragon form, Bair struck finally ending Inora once and for all.

Bair was declared a hero that day, and also was offered an out from the Military Trainign which he took without a second thought. Aliester gave Bair many permissions, made him a lord, and gave him permission to marry his daughter, Veronica. Which was great because Bair was growing an affection beyond the big brother ideals he had in the past.

Bair's heroism and fame had a price though. He saw it embittered Ryker and when Ryker left after the military training was completed it broke his heart. Despite the differences, Bair still tries to keep in contact with Ryker. Never forgetting that he did not beat Inora alone, despite what the public might think.

Bair finally got the life of an adventurer too, often going out on explorations across Hollow using his training to help the citizens in any way he can, though diplomacy or heroism. However he still is mostly in the castle, because he attracted attention of a different kind. A mysterious enforcer named Grim who often had very special permission started to train Bair from time to time in his unique fighting style. Despite the difficulty, Bair is more drawn to this style despite the fact Grim was even more brutal than the Enforcer instructors.

However pushes on, and enjoys his life, for Queen, King, Country, the woman he loves, and the civillians he has gotten to know personally, Bair finally became what he wanted to be, and more.

Extra: He has a horse named Nightmare, a black stallion, and like most Hollow Horses, he is incredibly fast due to it's supernatural nature.





Name: Princess Veronica Hollow
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearance: (See Below)
Powers/Weapon: Basic Magic and Combat Skills (Trained by her parents personally)
Bio: The one and only child of Aliester Hollow and Zephyra Hollow, Princess Veronica knew that she has some big shoes to fill whens he gets older. However right now she is just being groomed for the roles. Veronica has always lived a decent life and met Bair when they were younger. She remember when she first met him, he was lightly older, by about five years. However he still took the time to play with him and Veronica always appreciated that.

When Bair lost his father, it was Veronica who insited whole heartedly that Bair should live in the castle. This proved to be the best choice of Veronica's life. As the two grew up together, Veronica started to see Bair as less of a brother and more of a man. He always opened up to her first, never hid his emotions from her, and it made her feel like the most important person in his life, and he hers. The romantic feelings grew and grew, until one night Veronica broke a big time rule and kissed Bair. The two then felt madly in love after that kiss. However they kept it secret, her father would never approve of a soldier marrying his daughter...right?

However, in both Inora incident, she froze both times, Even when she had a chance to lose her family forever, she froze. If it wasn't for Bair... That's when she decided she would not be weak anymore. She asked her father and mother to train her in their ways. If they were the ultimate tag team, she would become the strongest Queen by having both of their styles. They of course said yes.

Now dating the man she loved with no secret, and growing stronger by the day, Veronica is growing more and more ready to one day...becoming the Queen she knows she can be.

Extra: She doesn't hate Ryker for what he did...but fears that he will be blinded by hatred. Her hair is mystical in nature, however its only for design.

(Veronica Hollow)
(Ignore the wings)

Name: King Aliester Hollow
Age: 40
Race: Human
Appearance:(See Below)
Powers/Weapon: Higlhly combat trained in 14 different sword styles, also uses a Cold Iron Longsword that has no name.
Bio: Aliester Hollow, despite being founding the land, is a stranger to the land of Hollow. Born in Elodus, Aliester used to be a member of the Elite Templar Order, during strange attacks from a vampire army, Aliester waged war. However an incident forever changed his life. He met two vampires who he just couldn't bring himself to kill. They were innocents being forced under a cruel king to do what a mad monster could do.

This enraged King Richard the 3rd, who made Aliester a marked man which caused him to flee into the very land these wicked vampires were coming from. There he would meet a resistance to the Vampire King Lysander. This wicked Tyrant was forcing his will upon the land, a monstrous being with no pity and remorse. It took some time to get used to Hollow's strange nature, but once he did and saw all the injustice, he joined the resistance with a friend he made along the way, Zephrya.

Zephyra and Aliester became a dream team together, and in a short time became fire forged lovers. With her and the resistance at his side, he destroyed the wicked Vampire King and had it's castle demolished. Making his own castle he established a new type of rule. Even though he and Zephrya would have the final word at the end, he was required to have a meeting with the Council. A group of elite noblemen who is charged with giving advice on current events. He relies on them for everything.

As soon as he discovered that Richard the Fourth took control of Elodus, he knew he would have to make an army and fast. He founded the Enforcers and had the perfect general in mind, Robert Blackmarsh. However, when Robert revealed himself to be a man of peace...Aleister would try to convince him to at least train his troops and his eventual new commander. However, sadly...Robert lost his life...and his adopted son was left alone.

With proding from his daughter Veronica, Aliester took in Bair. He was no fool when the romance started, but he loved Bair like a son already so he didn't really mind. He played along with it being a secret only revealing that he knew when they came forward.

After the Inora incident, Hollow began to thrive. With the boosted morale, the symbolic hero of Bair, the fact that Veronica is dating said hero, Hollow became a country that was a mess into a country that he knew it could be. That was until the fall of Azorah...

Many refugees started to move in and started to build their own towns more based in their culture. Aleister is having a difficult time trying to adjust both cultures. However he feels like he's ready...after all...he's faced tougher and he's never alone.

Extra:

Aliester Hollow



Name: Queen Zephyra Hollow.
Age: 40
Race: Human
Appearance: (See Below)
Powers/Weapon: Very talented in the dark arts with a lime green color to her magic.
Bio: Zephrya has never had an easy life. Born into poverty in Elodus, her parents began to fear her when she started to take an interest in magic. They feared her more when her facination with Dark Magic became the forefront. Zephrya had every plan to go to the city state of Arcana to forge her skills. However her parents instead set her up for an ambush during the Vampire Wars.

Zephrya was a prisoner of war, trapped in the castle dungeon where she met Aliester for the first time. Aliester was sympathetic, and clearly cared for her well being which was more then she could say about other members of the Templar Order and Elodusian Guard. One day Aliester took a big risk and freed her from her prison. Before she left she gave Aliester a kiss, and bolted towards what would become Hollow.

When Aliester also fled, she found him fast and rembered her debt to her. When Zephyra noticed Aliester's desire to stop the Vampire King, she knew more than anything that Aliester had the skills to become King of Hollow. She eagerly agreed to help him in this plan and coup. During the conflict, Aliester confessed his own love for her and Zephyra the same. The two became the ultimate battle couple, her magic complimenting her lovers sword skill perfectly.

After the war, Zephyra would soon become pregnant with Veronica. Zephyra was terrified at the thought. She felt herself unfit for motherhood, despite Aliester's support that he knew she'd be qualified. On the day Veronica was born Zephyra had a teleporation spell ready to escape...however when she held Veronica in her arms...saw her child for the first time, brushing the few bits of blue hair out on her head, her fears shattered. Veronica was...at peace.

After the Inora incident, Zephyra was key part in growing Hollow's kingdom. While Aliester focused on security, she did her part as the dream team and focused on diplomacy and construction. It was her that approved the construction of Azorahan cities and approved the refugees even coming in. She knew it's a challenge but things are worth fighting for.

She has a lot to fight for...and never regrets that she did not leave home.

Extra: Zephyra also changes her apperance mystically. She feels like Veronica got that from her.

(Zephyra Hollow)


Name: Councilmen Marshall "Doctor" Tathers
Age:
Race: Lich
Appearance: Looks like a Plague Doctor
Powers/Weapon: Very poweful in necromatic magic, and seems to have vast insight in anything.
Bio: Marshall Tathers is the oldest member of the Council. Born into a village that has two leaders that became corrupted by power in different ways, one of them being his own father. Marshall sold his soul to a powerful being known as "The One who Flocks". This transformed Marshall into a powerful Necromancer, and slowly was rotting him away into the undead.

After he killed his father, Marshall went into hiding, until the day he was found by Aliester's great great grandfather, Leon Hollow. Leon did not show fear despite various scare tactics by the now full Lich, Marshall. Forever grateful for this kindness, Marshall swore that he would always protect the Hollow Bloodline no matter what.

And that he did, over the years he watched it grow and intervened when he needed to. When Aliester discoverd this after the Lysander defeat, Marshall, now going by the name Doctor, became on the first on Aliester's Council.

Doctor takes his role more seriously then most, and often is the advice Aliester takes the most. Doctor is very close to the Princess of Hollow, who she affectionally calls Uncle Doctor.

Now closer than ever to the Hollow family, his promise to protect it grows more and more.

Extra: He is never seen without a flock of crows



Name:Councilmen Victor Vax
Age: 123
Race: Vampire
Appearance: See Below
Powers/Weapon: A blood red sword that he is never seen without
Bio: Victor Vax was once a member of Lysander's army, but turned against him when Aliester showed him kindness. Back in the day, Victor hated violence and extremism, however due to the war against his former master he felt that it was time to become more strict, and to sacrifice his hatred.

After the war, he became the most outspoken member of the Council, wanting more secure and military action towards situations. He's very abrasive because of it, and often is seen as kind of a dick.

However it's clear he means well, and is loyal to Hollow, he just views how to protect it very differently.

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Name: Morgana (Morgan) Regina Tenebrae
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: (See Below)
Powers/Weapon: Shadow Magic and Necromancy expert.
Bio: Morgan was always hated for her love of dark magic. When she was a child she was sold off to slavery was she was tortured, beaten, and when she was a teenager even violated. Rage fueled her, as well as vengence, as shadows struck down and the shadows struck against her captors. Running to the Desert of the Red Sand, she was found by Inora. The two of them formed an instant bond.

Morgan always followed Inora's orders, and was always her right hand. One night Inora even helped her understand intamacy for love not hatred. Morgan listened to Inora's goal. Inoa viewed the Three Kingdoms as war ridden hell holes and under one leadership, they could become a thriving community. Morgan never agreed with that goal, but still loved Inora. She was hoping after Inora's first set back that Inora would give up her plans.

Hide out somewhere in Hollow and become lovers and live in peace. However that didn't happen...the unthinkable happened. Her lover, her everything was murdered by that monster Bair Blackmarsh. Now only that, but that murdere was seen as a hero! A god damn hero! With vengence fueling her heart, Morgan is biding her time...growing in power.

And the time has come...she's tested her resolve to kill by poisoning the Merfolk Kingdom to slaughter everyone. NOw that she knows she can take a life...she has one promise...A promsie to keep to her beloved Inora. She promises....Revenge!

Extra:

Name: Amelia Elodus

Age: 18

Race: Human

Appearance: this is accurate hair color / this is the soft pastel princess she is atm

Powers/Weapon: She smart, can lift big books

Bio: Amelia Elodus has lived the perfect life. Or, rather, she believes she’s lived the perfect life because she is none the wiser. She’s spent her entire life within the castle walls, under the watchful gaze of her father, King Richard IV, alongside her older brother Eric. From a young age, Amelia’s spitfire tendencies were squashed, wooden swords replaced with books, bows and arrows replaced with paint brushes. It took a few years, but eventually she stopped begging to train with her brother and the other knights.

It wasn’t long after that her passion for literature was discovered, and she began to ravenously consume books. She read everything from fiction to biographies to battle tactics, though the latter was more in secret. She knew her father wouldn’t been too keen on her studying things like that, but she couldn’t help her interest. Over the next several years, not one book in the library failed to escape her reach, and everyone knew if you couldn’t find Amelia, she was likely tucked away in the library somewhere.

Beyond her studies, Amelia loved other people. She wanted to befriend everyone she met, but unfortunately societal expectations got in the way. Nobles, particularly the young nobles her age, were two faced. They wanted to be her friend not because they liked Amelia, but because of her title. Heaven forbid she did anything outside of the norm. A princess was to be quiet, and smile, and laugh when she was supposed to. Debating, discussing trade, and the like were frowned upon, and boys were to be flirted with, not treated as an equal. She has always been kind-hearted, but she has a great distaste for the nobles that grace the halls of the castle. From a young age, she found that she much preferred the company of the maids and the guards around the castle, but her father preferred her presence among the nobles, and so it was with them she often found herself.

One friend she had found at least was William Gavin Jr, a nobleman destined one day to be a great doctor, if only he could escape his father’s plans for Will to be an advisor. He treated her like an equal, and a human, unlike everyone else. Beyond her brother and her handmaiden, Oliana, she considers Will to be her best friend.

A month ago, the rebellion, of which she’d heard very little about, struck her home. Her picture perfect life was thrown into terrifying disarray, decorated with shiny armor and blood red swords. As she was fleeing with the others, she found herself face to face with a man, who Kira later identified as Pendragon, the rebellion’s leader and Kira’s own father. She found it strange then, that the he hadn’t taken the opportunity to kill the princess, but would never find the answer seeing as the rebellion had been quickly quelled and the leader killed.

Now a month after the end of the rebellion, a war as old as she was, life was settling back to normal. She was thankful for that, but she noted her father was stressed and likely trying to recover from the war. She also worried that her recent 18th birthday meant the topic of betrothal would grace their dinner conversation soon, and she definitely wasn’t ready for that yet.

Extra: Amelia has years of practice playing the perfect happy princess expected of her, and that is the act she often puts on with Kira. She’s glad her older brother is happy, but Kira can get on her nerves quite often. She imagines this is what having an older sister is like, but she wouldn’t know.

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Name: William Gavin Jr.

Age: 21

Race: Human

Appearance: idk

Powers/Weapon: longsword, healing magic

Bio:
William Gavin Jr wants nothing more to be a doctor, but that is the last thing his father wishes him to be. Despite possessing powerful healing magic, and an aptitude for medicine, Will is set to be a nobleman of some caliber, be it an advisor, a mayor, whatever it is his dad has planned.

At the very least, being a noble has gifted him the honor of befriending Princess Amelia. A bright mind and delightful soul amidst a sea of backstabbing nobles, Will cherishes the time he gets to spend with her. She encourages his dreams to be a doctor wholeheartedly, and often comes up with crazy plans to defy his father and follow his dreams. Truly, Will Gavin Jr. loves the Princess, but his utter cowardice would never let him follow through. He fears everything: the world, his father, the nobles, fighting, all of it. He lacks the bravery to take on the world, but when he is with the Princess, he feels a bit braver. He hopes one day he can get his feet under him and pursue her as he so desires, but that day is far from here.

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Name: Elind Fellethyr

Age: 35

Appearance: snow queen but not elsa

Powers/Weapon: Mild snow magic

Bio: Elind was never destined to sit on the throne of Fellethyr. The youngest of four princes and princesses, she was happy to enjoy her comfy royal life without a life sentence hanging over her head. That was, until her country was wiped from the map in a day. Her family dead, her eldest brother and crown prince consumed in defending his country, suddenly, young 17 year old Elind was the Queen and lone royal survivor of the massacre. The youngest of her family’s royal guard, Amondel, was tasked with keeping her safe, and he was successful, despite the odds stacked against him. They fled into the cold night amongst the blood soaked streets and screams of her people, running until Elind could run no more, and even then Amondel carried her onward. In a solitary Azorahn town, warily accepted as refugees, the two made their home.

Elind, though her heritage haunted her every step, tried her best to ignore it. She accepted her newest title of refugee and tried to make the best of it, even with Amondel’s continued insistence that one day she’d sit upon her destined throne. Where she could settle, he could not, and he refused to back down from his dream that one day Fellethyr would stand again. Despite the impossibility, his determination was admirable.

When he brought home a young snow elf named Syon, Elind was unsure what to think. The wild seemed to have claimed him somewhat, but in him she saw great power. Together with Amondel, they made an incredible team. Though she wouldn’t believe in their cause for another year, she could imagine a future where it could happen for once. Elind still insisted the boy learn to read and write though.

A little over a year into preparations, Selena Movar blew into their lives, snow sent. A blessing in disguise, the daughter of former advisor Manor Movar and librarian Hinda Movar, she bore a vast knowledge that proved invaluable not only to the war effort, but especially Elind. Before, Elind was not prepared for the eventual possibility of being queen, but with Selena stepping in as an advisor, she was able to learn all she’d refused to before.

As success became imminent, and the onset of Fellethyr fast approaching, Elind’s admiration for Amondel grew into something more. With victory, it blossomed into love. Years spent together, surviving, how could she not love the man who saved her life, and returned her people to their lives as well. No man was better fit to be king at her side, the only issue was actually dating him. The war came first, but, eventually, they were able to truly court without fear of war. A year after Fellethyr was established as the third kingdom, she and Amondel wed, crowning him King of Fellethyr and her husband.

Today, the two rule graciously, but cautiously. They are hyper aware of their victory’s foundation on luck, and keep a close watch on their neighboring kingdoms just in case.

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Name: Selena Movar

Age: 38

Appearance: uhiuuyfyrd

Powers/Weapon:

Bio: Age 20 during the massacre, Selena’s parents shoved her into a wagon filled to the brim with ancient texts and artifacts and sent her away to protect the only surviving heritage of the snow elves. The first three years, Selena began an encyclopedic history of the Snow Elves, but soon caught wind of a growing movement to return Fellethyr to its former glory. Knowing she had knowledge on her side, Selena set out to help the would be revolutionaries the best she could.

What she found, only a year into their preparations, was a rag tag team of snow elves headed by the 4th in line, her body guard and his scavenger friend. She knew then, that her suspicious had been right and settled in to help. Her main focus was preparing the princess for Queendom when the time came, but she had endless knowledge on strategizing and the strengths of snow elves that proved fruitful in battles to come.

Today, she stands at the side of the King and Queen as royal advisor mainly, though in her down time she has rebuilt the historical library beyond what it had ever been before. In her youth, Selena had been bright eyed and eager to please, but as she’d spent more and more time serving, that eagerness softened into a realistic view. She makes hard choices where necessary and isn’t afraid to cut corners to ensure Fellethyr stays the powerful country it has become and always should have been.

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Name: Azure Nerenia

Age: 25

Race: Half human, half merfolk

Appearance: she's more fishy this time

Powers/Weapon: Water Magic/Trident

Bio: A few months ago, Azure Nerenia watched as the entire kingdom of merfolk died. It was a horrible death, with rotting limbs and festering sores that took your life in a matter of days. Azure was abhorred by the plague, until she realized the half humans, like her, weren’t dying. Not a single half human, half merfolk succumbed to this plague, and eventually, they were all that was left. Not one mermaid survived, and Azure knew it was unnatural. Someone or something had caused this massacre, and she was determined to find out who, and find out why. So, she set off.

At first she combed the now deserted city for clues. For weeks she searched in vain, until she located a single vial in the study of the king, her father. It was strange and out of place in her father’s study, but she couldn’t tell if it was to blame, so she brought it to a sea shaman. An ancient turtle, guided by the tides, took one look at the vial and warned her of the black magic that leaked from it. She knew, then, she’d found her culprit. Yet, no sea witch knew it’s marking. No, this was not a sea based curse, but rather land based. Grim with determination, Azure has headed on land to hunt down the one who’s killed her people.

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Ryker, his brother, and Jenna are coming tomorrow because fuck they're gonna be long and it's almost 3am

CS:

Name:
Amondel Fellthyr
Age:
33
Race:
Snow elf
Appearance:
Old Spice
Powers/Weapon:
Ice spear that draws upon his own power to power up its strikes, the ability to create illusory clones of anyone he can remember the appearance of. The clones cannot hurt anyone, but they can make contact with them.
Bio:
Amondel Hulthok was born third son to the fifth generation of a prestigious family of royal guards to the Fellthyr family, destined to guard one of the royal children when he became old enough. There was no opportunity to consider anything else, and Amondel never would have looked elsewhere. He was hard-headed, and when he set his sights on something he thought to be the right course of action he refused to divert from his course. Regardless, his plans rarely failed. Even when they did, he was so charismatic that few rarely stayed angry at him afterwards. He spent most of his youth training with a spear and shield, and he was quite good with them too. His fighting style was naturally very defensive, which his father knew would be perfect for the job. Amondel never had the opportunity to become a royal guard however, as at the age of 15 the Elodesians descended upon them in a violent rampage. As much as Amondel wanted to fight, he had no chance to retrieve his gear from his home when it happened. His father knew he would have fought anyway because of how hard headed the boy was, so he ordered Amondel to find the youngest royal known as Elind and get her away from the city. Amondel knew this was the right thing to do, and he did so. He fled with Elind, and with Elodesian soldiers on their tails he knew they couldn't afford to stop any time soon. With the princess growing tired, Amondel wasted no time asking questions and carried her forward for several more hours, only asking Elind to keep an eye out behind him for any sort of archers so he could make sure none of their arrows hit her.

Eventually they found a small ice fishing village in Azorahn land, taking up residence there to rest and think. Amondel was quick to begin thinking on how to take back their kingdom, but was shocked to discover Elind already accepting her fate as a peasant refugee. The self-proclaimed royal guard refused to let her become some ice fisher that ate nothing but deep-sea fish for every meal, going on to gather up as many snow elves as he could find in the surrounding area. No matter how often Elind told him to give up, no matter how often she told him he wasn't a royal guard, no matter how often she told him Elodus couldn't possibly be overthrown by their meager forces, he continued to work. It took a year and great strides before he could get Elind to accept that there was a chance, and that was all the motivation he needed to double his work effort. Another year went by and the forces he had amassed were rather significant, allowing him to lead an expedition back into the old kingdom. There he found nothing but a 15 year old snow elf named Syon, cloaked in furs and clothes worn from age. The elf seemed somewhat lost to the wilds, sporting an unrefined hunting technique and a deep rooted hunger to someday spill Elodesian blood. This left Amondel hesitant to involve the boy at all, but he knew they needed as many as people as possible, and he was more than willing to fight until the end. Amondel did his best to propose the idea of their formal army, but Syon refused the idea of fighting in rank. He had no taste for meeting blade to blade in a respectful manner, the wild elf wanted the humans to die without a chance to resist. While this was a bit of a red flag for Amondel, he figured an assassin could be invaluable as well. So, he brought the boy back to their camp and inquired with Elind about it. She was also hesitant about using him, but she spoke of a potential power inside him. Amondel didn't get it, but he was glad she agreed he could be useful. 

A year of preparations went by as they got set up to take back what was at this point declared to be Azorah once more, a rebellion of humans who had no idea what was coming. Not only had Elind finally started showing hope in their cause, a woman named Selena had appeared with the knowledge necessary to train Elind for her future role as queen. She was most certainly a godsend, the brains to the operation they were somewhat lacking. Sure, Elind was smart, but Selena was an outright genius that even knew various battle tactics. Amondel knew some, but her vast knowledge only further improved his capabilities as a military leader. When the time finally came to take on the rebel groups of Azorah, they easily came out on top. Syon's rapidly rising skill, bloodlust and incredible talent for sniffing out priority targets and making short work of them made every battle a round-up more than a true battle. Selena's genius helped them make all the right decisions and complete each engagement in the most efficient way possible. And, most importantly to Amondel, Elind and their mutual love motivated him to never fall no matter what they faced. He knew exploring a relationship would only hinder them at this point, so they agreed to focus entirely on the road ahead and find a point of peace first.

Amondel considers himself good friends with Syon and Selena, though he's not privy to their own opinions of him. Elind and he got married a year after they completed their takeover and she ascended the throne, the charismatic and headstrong leader choosing to take her last name despite her assurance he could keep his own if he chose. He continues to this day to work to ensure the safety of his people in the coming years, especially now that Elodus has won its civil war and may one day come for them again. Syon and his ever-growing desire for battle and revenge worries Elind, but Amondel fully believes this to be a fervor that may be needed in the coming years. It is a point of contention for them, but as far as he is aware it hasn't strained their relationship at all.
Extra: Amondel forged the spear he wields himself from cold steel and a lining of magic ice crystals, which he learned blacksmithing just to do himself.



CS:

Name:
Fenier
Age:
51
Race:
Werewolf
Appearance:
What's the matter, scared?
Powers/Weapon:
Ability to change between a human and werewolf form (never leaves werewolf form), training with a spear.
Bio:
Born to a long lineage of proud werewolves, Fenier and his brother Dagan were as competitive as any other werewolf. They fought and trained together, seeking power above all else in their early years. As the boys reached their teenage years however, a rift grew between them stemming from Fenier's odd behavior. He grew tired of the competition and the battle, his brother's brawn and his brain causing their fights to go either way depending on their luck. Fenier and Dagan's parents grew worried by Fenier's behavior, and praised Dagan for being the son with the right idea of how to live. Not a day went by where Fenier wasn't mocked and challenged by others of his kind to prove his ideology was foolish, but when Fenier accepted their challenge on rare occasion he showed no mercy. Blood stained the ground where they battled, the secretly studying Fenier using techniques that were considered far too civilized for the Feral clan. He did not tear out throats or break limbs, he gouged eyes and made his foes suffer until they begged for the fight to be called to a stop. Because he was not a complete pacifist, the Feral clan was hesitant to throw him out. Such methods were never used on his brother and they were an even match, so it led some to wonder if even Dagan, the up and coming son of the chief with the strength of ten lycanthropes, could beat his brother in a battle to the death.

When the two rested at the prime age of 25, their father died from age. Fenier was content to let his brother take up the mantle of chieftain, but Dagan was not content taking it without proving himself the strongest. He challenged his brother to a fight to the death, and to everyone's surprise Fenier accepted, but not before warning his brother that this was his last chance to keep his life. Insulted by the insinuation he could ever lose, the two engaged in battle without another word. Dagan was powerful, but predictable. Their fight was bloody, but Fenier suffered no wounds. He knew his brother was strong enough to regenerate from the wounds at his age, and treated him like any other foe. Dagan was blinded and brought to kneel through muscle tear and a barrage of unpredictable lashes, but he refused to surrender. The battle went on for nearly an hour, and Dagan blindly continued to fight. It was an agonizing sight for what everyone hoped to be their leader, but Fenier found himself unable to end his brother's life. He did not want the throne, and he did not want his brother dead. He begged his brother to surrender, and after continued refusal he finally decided he would instead surrender. Dagan was given the throne, and Fenier disappeared, knowing his brother would never forgive him for such a scene.

Years later, he made the acquaintance of a man known as Allister Hollow. They became trusted allies in a battle against a vampire king known as Lysander, though Fenier himself did very little fighting. Fenier preferred to enlist the help of others, and his charisma and preference for style led to him garnering the admiration and support of various beastials that wished not to follow the paths his own clan did. This eventually earned him a spot on the council of Hollow, as a reliable middle ground and mediator when issues got out of hand.
Extra: Fenier hates the tradition of his people, and yet has never once turned into a human despite his knowledge that he can.

(Will try to do Percy's tonight, after that I'll be ready to start.)

(All credit to naru for this one, she wrote it and sent it to me the other day for me to play the character)
Name: William Gavin Sr.

Age: 55

Appearance: Lets see if this link works

Powers/Weapon: Mind manipulation/Massive amounts of money

Bio: William Gavin Sr. comes from a long, rich line of Gavins who have always stood at the top of the noble food chain. If they weren’t Royal Advisors, they were chairmen of certain boards, or judges, or governors. The Gavin bloodline is far reaching, all encompassing, and most of all, vile. These men will stop at nothing to get what they want, and no thing is too dark or twisted to do in order to achieve their desires. William Gavin Sr. is no exception. His pockets are deep and his influence felt in all corners of the court, and what a delight that his idiot son is best friends with Princess Amelia Elodus. Of course, his poking and prodding in dark minds and dark corners has revealed a delightful little secret, that one Amelia Elodus is in reality Amelia Lokada, secret daughter of Alex Pendragon Lokada. He plans to use this information to convince King Richard IV that an arranged marriage between Amelia and Will would be a good idea.

Extra:

Amelia was as she could often be found, tucked away in some obscure cranny, nose deep in a book. The spine of the large tome read: "The Life and Times of Richard I," but tucked between the pages was Amelia's latest banned piece of literature. Usually she snuck into the war council room late at knight using the servants' tunnels, but this time she'd managed to secure this journal through no sneaking or trickery. As the wagon carrying spoils of war entered the castle, one thick but singular journal had come loose, and before anyone was the wiser, Amelia plucked it from the ground and hid it amongst the other books she had in her arms.

Technically, she wasn't supposed to be privy to any high clearance information, but since she was old enough to begin to understand war tactics and processes, she'd been obsessed. Coupled with the forbidden nature this information was for a princess, Amelia adored it. She'd often snuck into the war council room to ponder the maps and piece together battles, from both sides. In the years she had studied the war, she'd come to admire the genius that orchestrated the battles. Truly, and by all means, they carried the upper hand consistently. It was a miracle Elodus had come out on top at all. The chink in the armor, of course, had been the final battle, here in the castle. Amelia had yet to get her hands on the battle notes, but what she had found was so much better.

The journal that had more or less fallen into her lap was the extensive notes log of the battle master himself. His name was Percival, so long she'd wished to know his name, the brain behind the masterpiece of war he'd made. He was meticulous, thorough, to the point of extremity. Schedules were listed, they had the guard numbers precise, no stone was left unturned. Amelia was fascinated by his level of dedication, and she'd been lost in his battle plans for the final battle for hours now. So consumed was she by the journal before her, that she'd hardly realized it was time for dinner. It was only the sting in her eyes as the focus became difficult in darkness that she realized. She sat up, bewildered that so much time had passed. She closed the journal gingerly, running her hand along the worn leather before tucking it into the cut out in the "Richard the First" tome she used as a cover up. She couldn't let anyone find this journal, and so she hid it. Picking up the book it was hidden in, she began to make her way to her room to get ready for dinner. Unfortunately, she was in the very back of the library so even getting to her room would take several minutes.

Will was home, at last, after an excruciatingly long day of lessons and training he wanted no part of. And he hadn't even seen Amelia today. Truly, it had sucked. He set his bag down, kicking the dirt off his shoes as he announced his presence to the manor. "Father! I'm home!" He called, as a maid rushed forward to take his bag. This was a new maid, he noticed, but he didn't care enough to ask her name. He headed deeper into the house, hoping for dinner.

Ryker had, for the past few years now, worked mainly out of Fellethyr and outskirt towns of Hollow, but Elodus had been often closed off to him due to the war. As peace settled within the country though, so too did Ryker. He'd found several jobs the second he set foot within the country, one family wanting to get back at another for whose side took which in the war. Ryker didn't care much for the politics of it all, but any sort of racism towards the elves he didn't entertain. The country of Fellethyr had been kind enough to him. Despite the fact it was never his bed to sleep in, he never went without a place to sleep or eat for long. That was all he ever asked for, in return for their request. Most complied.

Ryker never planned on being a mercenary, but as a man who had trained his whole life to be a knight, what more could he do? He didn't know much else, and so he sold his sword to transport caravans, or fleeing Azorahns seeking protection. From time to time, his jobs took a darker turn: a father seeking justice, a woman terrified to walk the streets alone. Those he asked for nothing in return, but they were often the ones who gave the most. Ryker has lived for years amongst the dark underbelly of the Three Kingdoms, and he hates what he’s seen. He’d love nothing more than to fix it, but a dishonorable knight, a fugitive of his home country, was nothing more than the worth of his sword.

This evening, he found himself in a tavern, in between jobs. He’d yet to truly make a name for himself in Elodus, so it was harder to find a consistent place to sleep. Hopefully though, there would be someone in this tavern looking for something.

Elind stood quietly on the balcony outside the bedroom she shared with Amondel, watching the snow glisten in the moonlight. It was surreal, that she was standing in her castle, married, Queen. Her people were a country now, not just a city. They’d survived and come out on top.

Selena was working quietly in her study, after a long day of work at the side of the queen. She was preparing a presentation for tomorrow, on why they needed to broach relations with Elodus. It would be a tough sell all around, but at this point they should expect it from Selena.

Azure huffed, taking in the Hollow castle apprehensively. She’d been traveling for well over a month now, trying to find any further clues, but she’d had no luck. So, she had resolved to bring the despise of her people to the attention of the Hollow royals. Technically, she was a princess, but it was impossible to be a princess if your people no longer existed. Still, she had to try. And so, she set off once more in the direction of the castle.

Roland was done at last with a long day at work. Seconds from leaving, Bair had once more dumped random criminals at his feet and left him to deal with them. Tacking on another hours worth of processing and work, he arrived home to the sound of his wife and daughter eating without him. With a sigh, he headed into his bedroom to take off his armor, and not long after Olivia appeared to help. “Why were you late?” She asked.

“Take a guess,” Roland replied, before taking a breath. “Bair saved the day, and brought in three criminals right before I was going to leave. I had to deal with them before I could come home. I’m sorry I missed dinner,” he said, looking over at his wife, who was red in the face. He chuckled, and she launched into a tirade. “Who does he think he is? Doesn’t he know you have a family at home? A wife and kid! For once, I would like to have dinner with you! I have the mind to march up to that castle and ruin his dinner!” she ranted and Roland embraced his wife, kissing her forehead. “How I love you,” he said.

“Ewww,” Jenna groaned, having walked in on her parent’s embrace. Both parents laughed before Roland drug his daughter into the hug.

Emily pounded on the Library door "Princess Amelia, I'm here to get you to dinner"

Eric and Kira kept walking

Alyssa's journey through the harsh winter winds was already a ghast by a sudden wave of snowy weather, she kept pressing on however she knew she had to make shelter of some sorts soon.

Veronica sighed "You know Roland hates it when you go questing this late. What were you doing anyways?"

"I went out to Angel Point. I wanted to look out at Hollow" Bair said with a slight smile "Take it all in, you know?"

"Still..." Veronica said rubbing her temples "Whatever, lets at least get something to eat."

"We eating here or..." Bair commented as Veronica pulled on his shirt.

Veronica stated "We are and we are eating alone"

Aliester sighed "Pulling on the man's shirt to drag him to a lone date night because he wants to explore"

Zephyra leaned on Aliester a bit 'Brings me back"

"Anywho" Aliester stated "Did you hear about Margret?"

"She retired" Zephyra said quietly "Well do you...have anyone in mind?"

"Well actually I do" Aliester said as he walked "A few candidates here and there, though one's a bit odd...even for Hollow. A Sphinx"

Zephyra paused "Oh...do tell..."

(Yes Naru, do tell XD)

Morgan kept walking quietly, silently killing anyone who dare get to close. She started to think about how she would begin this operation. Storming the castle is out of the question...he's backed by to many Enforcers plus the Royal Family plus the Council.

"We would have to make a house on Dark Willow Road if we choose her, but she seems capable" Aliester stated "Prophetic visions would be most useful, the future is uncertain but we could do with warnings."

Zephyra chuckled "That and her and Doctor would get along great." She sighed "Well send a messenger to her home, and see if she's interested for a conversation about the subject"

Veronica sighed sitting down as the chefs brought out their food. "Seriously, Bair. Why do you wander outside the castle so much?"

"Because I like to explore" was Bair's comment to that. "It makes me happy to walk around and look at all of what Hollow has to offer the world...and then come home to a beautiful woman"

A little red, Veronica stated "Flattery will get you no where right now, I'm still mad at you"

The shadows talked about current events, the shadows fed on misery, they fed on anguish, they fed on pain, Morgan kept walking as she started to think about Ryker. Then shut that thought down. Credited or not...his fate is as sealed as Blackmarsh's. He killed her beloved...a useful tool though he would be, he was not worth throwing away her morals

Embaressed Emily said "Sorry, my Princess, I was just a little excited"

Eric and Kira entered as Richard looked ahead saying "Eric, my boy, and dear Kira. How are you?"

Eric smiled "I'm fine, Father. You're in good spirits"

"Well I should be," Richard stated with pride. "Tomorrow will be the 18th year of having your sister with us." There was a small chuckle with that "We should talk about betrothal"

Kira sighed "Sire, I don't think now is the time"

"Nonsense, I want the best for my child. So it should be fair that I pick the best damn husband or wife ever for her" Richard said beaming with pride.

An old cave barely came into view as Alyssa forced herself inside to hide from the elements. She took a deep breath as she started to look around the cave a bit to find what was in it. She paused...hearing a low growl in the distance.

(She doesn’t really have a home, she’s a bit of a drifter, offering sagely advice where she determines its needed)

Amelia sighed, walking towards her room. “Please don’t tell me all this excitement is about my stupid birthday,” she muttered. Clearly, she was not as elated by the celebration as everyone else was.

“I see,” Will replies, falling quiet. He’d wait for his father to address him, though until dinner was served he knew it was unlikely.

Ryker worries for a moment if there were any jobs at all to be had in this town, but he knew there was a mayor, and a small town jail so surely there was something to do. Perhaps the caravan road was nearby and he could find a wealthy merchant in need of a guard.

Elind glanced worriedly at the entrance to their chambers, pacing and chewing on the cuticles of her thumb as she was known to do. Selena would slap her hand and chide Elind for behaving unladylike, but even after all these years, she worried after Amondel when he was late.

The Dares settled down once more as Roland ate, the trio discussing their days together and enjoying family time, but the empty chair opposite Roland loomed over them, casting a heavy feeling of longing throughout the room, as it always did. Everything bore evidence of a missing person: the scuff marks on the floor beneath the table from his boots, the worn wood on the chair from where his breastplate rubbed the wood deep when he rushed to eat dinner, too forgetful to take it off, the always set plate waiting for its owner to return. Ryker’s absence in the household, though unmentioned, was always felt.

After traversing the castle for a while looking for his wife, he was informed she had recently headed to her chambers. Heading that way, he stated "I'm back, finally." As he opened the door.

Gavin Sr. quietly read his book, not paying much mind to his child once he quieted down.

"They did. Was it you that got me to the healers?" Percival asked Galahad, stepping back to walk beside him as Galahad continued walking. "I was. I hoped Gareth would stay and get himself healed too, but the crazy bastard just said the battle wasn't over and went his own way." "You know where he is? Wonderful, we need to start reassembling the knights immediately, there are pressing matters to handle that require us to get into that castle." Galahad stopped and turned his head to look at Percival. "You're not going to be able to gather all the knights in a short time, we scattered completely. I know Lancelot and his second in command were grabbing their things at camp and preparing to flee to Fellthyrian lands, Gareth is some sort of bandit king now, and even with all 12 of us we still lack an army to face Richard with." "And you would propose we give up instead?" Percival asked, stopping and turning entirely to face Galahad. "I didn't say that. I'll help you in whatever task it is, because I refuse to submit to the tyranny of Elodus, but the two of us doesn't make an army. There's no guarantee any of the other knights will rejoin us, even if we find them." "Well we have to do whatever we can, because from what Pendragon spoke to me before his battle with Richard I believe he uncovered a long lost daughter of his within the castle."

Emily didn't notice Amelia's reaction and went on. "Isn't it? To be fair, it's only a rumor. SO he might not have that planned but still what if he did?>"

"He's never coming back, Bair' Veronica said quietly "He hates you, me, and all of Hollow for what happened. Just let it go...have my Dad or Doctor be your best man"

"Sweetie, I budge on a lot of things because I love you" Bair said defiant "However, not this time. Ryker is my best friend. He got through military training, he made sure that my skill got better. He might have been the reason that Grim even took interest in me. Not only that...he saved the world...but because my blade pierced Inora for the killing blow...I'm the hero.

There were two heroes that day...we just all forgot"

Alyssa looked out ahead in the cave, as the bear cubs started to get closer to her. She started to lay down a bit, the snow storm won't let up any time soon. Az... She paused at that...it's not Azorah anymore. It's Felletry...their snow storms are pretty bad. She hoped the King and Queen are going to be okay.

Richard looked at Eric and Kira adn said "So, do you have your presents for Amelia's birthday?"

Kira nodded "Yeah, I got her a book on Combat Training. She's getting old enough that she should learn some self defense."

Richard was hesitant but figured with Pendragon gone there wasn't really any harm. "Fair enough." He looked at Eric 'You?"

"Mace" Eric said both seriously and joking "Oh and a portrait for her room with all four of us together as a family. The Mace is because she's getting old enough to date and some are just going to be after her for either her body, her power, or both."

Kira laughed "I wish Will had more of a backbone, I think he and her would make a cute couple"

"Don't make suggestions" Richard said firmly. "The Galvin's will not have any say on this. I"m okay with the friendship but I will not just throw Amelia and Will together because they are friends. Will is not a proven leader, a proven diplomat, a proven taction, and I think he believes our way of life is...uncooth"

The door opened as there was a brief pause as Richard smiled "Vxal, welcome, didn't expect to see you"

Vxal stated "Well your majesty, tomorrow is a big day, I might be staying in the Guard Quarters tonight. I would like your permission to take Amelia to the Templar HQ."

Richard glared a little as Vxal got quiet. "I would rather you not, Amelia may be getting older but the scars of the Civil War are still there. Until I am SURE that she'll be safe going outside...she's still not leaving the castle. I don't want anything to happen to my baby girl"

(And mace wasnt invented until 1965 because its an advanced chemical from different parts of the world, so a magic taser or something would make more sense.)