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Character's Name:
Osira Swansong

Nicknames:
Osira, Osi, Sira, The Heron King

Age:
1,000

Gender:
Male

Species:
Kelahati (great egret)

Abilities:
Osira's magic is tied to his voice. He weaves spells through song, a unique ability passed down through his family. With his songs he can weave illusions, heal wounds, or create barriers. The illusions he waves are often used to visualize the stories contained in the songs, though he is capable of weaving minor illusions to distort the environment. His magic is primarily supportive in nature, and his songs bolster the abilities of his companions or those around him. He prefers to use this magic for healing, be it healing people or the land itself.

His magic does have an offensive use. He can sing dissonant chords that rattle the mind and make ears bleed. Osira, however, is too gentle a soul for such things, and this magic is a last resort.

Osira, like all kelahati, can speak to animals, and sense changes in the land. His wings allow him the power of flight, and he specializes in endurance over speed.

Appearance:
In his human form, Osira stands as a 5'10" tall man with a slender build. Most of his perceived bulk is from his layers of clothing. His skin is a rich brown color, with cooler undertones. With a long, straight nose and a strong chin, Osira is considered by many to be a handsome man. His eyes, set under thick pale brows, are a vivid shade of baby blue. In stark contrast to his skin, Osira's hair is light blond in color, and runs wild down to the middle of his back in choppy layers. It's kept out of his face by an ornate golden headpiece with long, curving horns and a bright blue gem in the center of the crest. His ears bear similar stones hanging from his earlobes. He even bears a bit of a scruffy beard on his chin.

He's often found wearing deep grey robes, almost black in color, with loose sleeves that are fitted at the wrists with grey cuffs. The collar of the robes cover his neck, and are woven from golden fabric. A golden sash runs around his waist, accented with a beautiful blue gem. His robes are accented with golden patterns similar to a rising sun, and trim the edges of the fabric. Under his robes, Osira wears skin tight black leggings, which cover his feet much like sandles, though the rest of his feet are left bare. Around his hips he wears a wrap, with a long ceremonial sash running between his legs. Over his shoulders, Osira wears a shawl that appears to be crafted from golden feathers. His fingers are tipped in golden claw-like jewelry, which can be removed.

On his back, Osira has a pair of large white wings. They are his pride and joy, and are kept in flawless condition.

He takes the alternate form of a great egret, pure white in color, with eyes just as blue as in his human form.

Personality:
Osira is a calm, gentle man. He's well spoken, and carries himself with a dignified demeanor. He moves slow and with purpose, with great care as to how others perceive him. He's a man of high standing, and treats all with respect until they do something he deems disrespectful. Even his speech is deliberate, if not a bit long winded at times.

A compassionate man, Osira cares about the plights of those around him. While many might think he's above such things, he's never above a problem, no matter how small or trivial it may seem. Even if all he can lend is a listening ear and some fatherly advice. He's very fond of children, and loves telling stories of all he and his people have seen.

He's a friendly man, and very social. He knows how to carry on a conversation, and is quite a charmer when he wants to be. He prefers to be diplomatic, and has a rather tight leash on his temper. Many may find him boring in public because of this, but behind closed doors Osira can be rather brash and to the point. Especially when alcohol is involved, though he tends to avoid the drink, as he's well aware of the fool it makes him.

Osira's heart is closely guarded. Few are let in close, but those who are are treated like family, and have his unwavering loyalty.

History:
Osira was born into leadership. His father raised him alone. Ike was a legend, a graceful, strong man who had great expectations for him. He valued the history of their people, of their tribe, and preserved this history through song, like his father before him. Osira was taught this from day one. He was from a proud people, and he would be the one to lead them one day. His childhood was spent singing the songs of his people with the other children, learning the art of weaving magic through song. His father raised him well in the marshes and wetlands of Sleibte. He was raised to be a strong, wise leader. The backbone of his people.

When he was a young man, a plague swept through the village. Among those who fell to the disease was Osira's father, who against his son's urging worked tirelessly to heal their people. The long hours and near constant use of his magic soon sent Ike to his deathbed, where Osira tended to him. His dying words to Osira were a song of wisdom, and grace. A song that transferred Ike's knowledge to Osira. The tribe wept, and the funeral pyre was stacked high, their songs of mourning rose with the smoke.

Leadership was hard without his father's guidance. While he had been raised and trained for this, it was hard. The people were on edge, and many of them had lost family during the plague. With a heavy heart, Osira made the call to move the remaining villagers to a new settlement. Thankfully, the kelahati people are resilient, and the journey was uneventful. The new settlement sprang up, and his settlement flourished, regaining the glory it had in previous generations.

With the deaths of the oracles, Osira made the decision to head out and find the cause and record the events in song.

Iara's character page


Character's Name:
Iara Wayfinder

Nicknames:
Iara, Iar

Age:
40

Gender:
Female

Species:
Wolf (Chortari)

Abilities:
Iara is a master of subterfuge and distraction. Her ever shifting coat and markings make her hard to ignore, and she uses this to her advantage. It's hard to look away from her, in fact. Very hard, and there's a strong urge to do what she says...

She's a hypnotist, and her coat is her weapon. Once drawn in, it's hard for many weaker willed individuals to resist her suggestions. Her thralls aren't limited to just wolves, either. Many animals fall prey to her blinding display, making her a valuable and effective huntress.

Iara can also disappear, quite literally. She has some command over light, and uses it to completely hide her form. While she can't hide her scent, she has a great deal of experience in avoiding others. Iara loves to eavesdrop, and uses her unique talents to spy and gather intel.

Appearance:
Iara is beautiful and elegant in all she does. With a slim, graceful build, her body is lean with long legs, a rather long build, and a long, fluffy tail that trails after her like a wisp, she is truly a sight to behold. Her eyes are a vivid magenta color, and stand out against her dark fur. Her pelt is made up of deep, rich purples and orchids that shift and swirl in the light. She never looks the same twice, and for many, her constantly shifting colors are...distracting.

Her pelt is nothing compared to the markings that cover her body. Long, thin lines swirl and spiral over her muzzle, neck, torso, and back. These lines shift in color, from white to mint to lilac--much like an aurora. She is a rather dazzling sight, especially when she wills the lines to glow. It's rather hard to look away.

Personality:
Calm, collected, and forceful, Iara is very much like water. She bends and adapts to any situation, never losing her flow. She's often aloof and in her own world, but perhaps appearances aren't all they seem. While she often seems distracted and in her own head, Iara is watching all. She has an eye for detail, and is rather fond of eavesdropping on others to stay in the know.

Perhaps more social than other's in her pack, even if only by appearances, Iara can put on a smile and schmooze with the best of them. She knows what others want to hear, and boy does she say it. Flattery will get you everywhere, and Iara has places to go. Everything she does is to further her own status within the pack, and her ambitions are a closely guarded secret. While she wouldn't overthrow her king, she certainly wants to be queen, and will do anything within her power to obtain that title.

She has few true friends, and views most others as pawns in her little game. When crossed, she'll bide her time and strike back at the opportune moment. It's probably best to stay on her good side.

History:
Born and raised in the Chortari pack to a pair of low ranking wolves, and seeing the treatment of her parents, Iara made a promise to herself to rise in the ranks. Her climb through the ranks has been a long battle, and she's struggled to prove herself from a young age. She made a name for herself as a promising hunter, and when her magic finally developed she made herself an indispensable asset. Able to manipulate prey and completely hide from them, she provided for the pack. Able to turn invisible, she could gather intel and snuff out problem members before they had a chance to cause trouble. Now, she aims her sights higher: the position of queen.

Skullcrusher's character page


Character's Name:
Skullcrusher

Nicknames:
Skully

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Female

Species:
Bellonese (Naga)

Abilities:
Skullcrusher has little to no magical prowess. What little she does have is her ability to speak to and control snakes.

Her physical abilities are off the charts. Built like a brick wall, Skullcrusher is strong enough to lift trees as though they're nothing. She's not shy about using her size to threaten and intimidate others into giving her what she wants. On top of that, her scales and skin are nearly impenetrable, and physical attacks bounce off her. Her weapon of choice is a staff with a sharp, lethal hook at the end. She uses this hook to pull her victims closer to her, so she can either snap their necks or crush them with her coils. Alternatively, she uses the hook to slit throats at a distance.

Skullcrusher is able to spit a corrosive venom from her mouth, and like many snakes she can see in infrared, which lets her see in complete darkness.

Appearance:
Skullcrusher is massive. She stands at 7' tall, and her total length top out at around 30'. Her human half has deep earthy brown skin. She has full lips, and her eyes are almond shaped. Against her black sclera, her vivid green eyes shine brightly in warning. She paints her face with a skull marking, in an ashy white color. At the corners of her lips, she's painted sharp, dangerous fangs. Her hair is left wild and natural, and falls to her shoulders in tight kinks and curls.

She dresses herself in simple leather armor that covers her breasts, but leaves her arms and midriff bare. She wears golden bands around her upper arms, and one around her neck. She have vivid green markings on her stomach, gleaming bright with her warning colors.

Her snake half begins at her hips, and is covered in violet scales that shine with a vivid green iridescence. Her body color in uninterrupted, save for the tip of her tail, which is the same bright green as her warning colors.

Personality:
To sum her up, Skullcrusher is a force to be reckoned with. Many of her personality traits on their own are not an issue, but combined they make her a deadly individual.

She is cold, cunning, and focused. When she makes up her mind, nothing will sway her from her path. Skullcrusher has what many refer to as "tunnel vision", and what she sets her mind to, she accomplishes. Nothing will sway her opinions or mindset. To her, only she matters. All others are simply expendable pawns in her game. Confident in her own abilities, Skullcrusher is painfully independent, and is very difficult to talk to. While not an unpleasant conversationalist (if you manage to avoid getting killed by her first), she's coarse and to the point, paying no heed to whether or not your feelings get hurt in the process. She's right. Full stop.

Predatory by nature, Skullcrusher is disciplined in her practices. She preys on the weak, and her patience is legendary. She will bide her time, waiting until the best moment to strike. When she strikes, she doesn't miss. Everything she does, she has planned and calculated. Cruel and hostile by nature, Skullcrusher takes no prisoners. All who cross her end up dead, or are sent to flee and warn others. She finds their attempts to combat her amusing. She sees herself at the top, and all others, especially humans, are worms beneath her might.

History:
Little is known about Skullcrusher or where she came from. She simply showed up out of the wilds one day, weapon in hand, and began to slaughter anyone who looked at her funny.

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