[Characters] Character Sheets Group Two

[Phettberg]

Sheets and Character Descriptions below:

[Doctor Feelgood]

Mephis Goldenfur

Appearance/Personality: Mephis is a rather handsome individual, provided you like prefer the Gracine form. He stands a few inches above five feet, with short horns that neatly sweep back over his coiffed mane. His fur, a rich russet hue, seems to shimmer in the light, giving him his name of Goldenfur. To strike a counterpoint to his appearance he is often seen in flashy, nay gaudy clothes, generally overflowing with silks and jewelry. Were he in another profession he might seem very much the typical swashbuckling pirate. As is, he appears a touch eccentric, his flamboyant nature serving as a screen to hide his rather shrewd mind.

His natural grace quite nearly matches the nimbleness of his mind, and certainly he fancies himself to be the quite the wit. Perhaps it is merely the social nature of his race, but Mephis seems born to talk with others, easily slipping into the tongue of another, no matter the complexity involved. He is curious to a fault, but perhaps never more so when there is a young faun (or other shapely female) to be discovered betwixt his sheets. Though he likely could, he does not brag about his prowess, for he knows such actions are impolitic.

Background: Mephis was born within the capital city of Lindisfarn, raised amongst the machinations and complexities of court life such as it is. He was always quite the social young billy, dancing with the nans, young and old. When Agragj, one of the Initiates, singled him out, none was more stunned than he, though as he learned more about his talents he came to realize that his success was but one aspect of his magical leanings. The old goat recognized the performer within and encouraged Mephis to explore the idea of performance. Through acting Mephis found his soul, learning to channel his passion. Agragj helped Mephis find the connection between performance and innate magical leanings, creating a relationship that at times bordered on more than a mentor.

Given his natural talents he was inducted into a troupe, where he often was cast as the leading billy. In his spare time, when not chasing young does or performing, he found that he had quite the knack for set construction, but more than anything he loved constructing little dolls that he would give to the kids. Life would have continued apace, for Umberland was far more cosmopolitan than the furthest reaches of the island and an Initiate could have quite the successful life acting as a professional mourner, a role that Mephis was all too happy to play. Having begun to grow his fame as a performer, known for acting just to the point of disbelief in his mourning, he often found himself invited to the parties of the nobles. That is until he could no longer control himself and directed his intentions on the younger daughter of the Aprémont family.

It would have been bad enough that he seduced her, but apparently his seed was strong and Mephis found himself the unexpecting father. Her family, who had been planning to induct her into the Pelons, was enraged. To have her chances as a priestess ruined, and by an Initiate no less? Mephis learned of the desire by her family to hunt him down and to have him weathered, a prospect that sounded very displeasing to him. Skipping town on the first non-Gracine merchant's ship he could find. Mephis managed to barter with the To'Ari captain and found himself dropped off without fanfare in a port town of Haze-Lo.

He puttered about, performing off handyman jobs within the area, a wastrel with nary a piece of coin to rub together in his pouch. Eventually, finding the tasks at hand complete (but in reality finding the food of the skinks unbearable any longer) he caught transport with a caravan headed into Getta territory.

In Poyne he found a familiar sight, understanding the court structure quite well and settling in with good graces. He managed to attach himself as a mediator for a middlingly wealthy Poyne merchant by the name of Velmik who enjoyed putting on airs about himself. Becoming a bit of an emissary for Velmik, he found himself shuttling between Urarj and Poyne on a regular basis. The exchange was mutual, Mephis had a home and money, his frequent traveling affording the opportunity to escape detection from the Aprémont's bounty hunters. As for Velmik, Mephis' natural charm and ability to understand others helped to create a steady stream of income that boosted him into the ranks of the newly minted lords.

When the opportunity arose for a lucrative deal in Ezenian lumber Mephis found himself summarily shipped out. Having just settled the deal (with a quite favorable bonus for his employer) Mephis readied himself while waiting for his transport to leave.

[MoldyNolds]

Character Description Name: Prince Brucían Pough Age: 34 Race: Grauhn Appearance: Brucían is a member of a race of previously unseen whale-like anthopomorphs known as Grauhn. He is rather large, standing eleven and-a-half feet tall and weighing almost six hundred pounds. He could be considered humanoid with two arms and two legs, although his face points straight out from his body, meaning when he is standing upright his head points vertically with no neck to speak of. Personality: With a confidence that can only come from a young, headstrong prince of an unchallenged kingdom Prince Pough strides into every new day with a cock-sure attitude that he can best anything he is presented with. He speaks properly and boisterously, and his voice carries a melodious quality that most others can't help but find enchanting. Exploring a brand new world full of wonders he and the Grauhn have never seen before is a dream-come-true for Brucían. Brucían is careful to not let his boldness give way to pretentiousness, however. He is always friendly and quick to lend a helping hand to anyone in need, regardless of station. His craving for attention doesn't let him turn his nose up at anyone; he would much rather a lowly serf be grateful for his gregarious nature than think of him as too stuffy. Background: Brucían was born into the Pough dynasty, the Grey sub-species and widely considered the most powerful of the Grauhn royal families. Raised as any prince would be, Brucían was taught art, history, etiquette, and formal military training with the Grauhn weapon of choice: the trident. As the seventh son of King & Queen Pough XI Brucían wanted for nothing, and in fact became quite mischievous as he had virtually no responsibilities outside of his schooling. Even into young adulthood he could be found gallivanting with young ladies and attending the whole gamut of parties, from royal soirees all the way down to barroom brew-ha-has. When the rifts opened to the upper ocean and the landmasses above, many prophets decreed the Moon Mother had sent an invitation to the Grauhn to reveal themselves to the world above and that the next age was upon us. The Grauhn have no idea a second, "Blood Moon" had emerged, and will most likely view this with panic and fear. The Council hand-picked one ambassador from each sub-species to journey to the surface. Each ambassador was chosen for their overall leadership skills, adventurous spirit, and theological understanding of the Moon Mother. They were expected to make formal introductions, and begin negotiations to treat, trade, and form alliances with whomever they found as well as commune with their Goddess and ascertain her wishes for their people. Brucían saw this as an opportunity to finally prove himself as the important, powerful Prince he always knew he was. Although the Council had faith that Prince Pough would serve the Grauhn well, they were relieved to give him a purpose and a direction that took him decidedly out of the kingdom so he would stop aimlessly carousing day and night. Ally: Before setting out on his quest and as was due someone of his station, Brucían was bequeathed a squire... of sorts. Imogen was serving out a life sentence for robbery involving one of the royal families' shipping businesses. The Grauhn penal system is rather progressive and after ten years of exemplary behavior, Imogen was granted a modified parole. If she served Brucían loyally and diligently during his time on the surface, she would be granted the opportunity for a leniency hearing. For Brucían's part, he was glad to have someone who could shed light in the dark places and her skillset might just come in handy for whatever lay in store for the pair...

[Leviticus]

Character Description Name: Cassius Philippos Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Character Sheet: Appearance: A 5’10’’ wiry human stands enfolded within black academic robes. His face is heavily obscured by his hood, drawn down almost to his nose, with glimpses of grey eyes underneath. He does not appear to have any facial hair and his skin looks quite pale. His body is also typically obscured by his robes, but at times one notices cloth armor and leather boots worn underneath. On the rare occasion that his hood is thrown back, his face appears pale but not sickly, common by human standards, forgettable in fact. His black hair is drawn into a tight ponytail at the rear of his head. Personality: Upon first meeting Cassius, one would immediately notice his calm demeanor and precise language, befitting a master philosopher from Myrna. However, this exterior precision is balanced on a razor’s edge with interior chaos, of which Cassius is only partially aware. The more one gets to know this philosopher, the more they subtly notice Cassius’s fight against himself, his struggle against his inner urges and desires. His driven nature and fierce loyalty help balance out this inner struggle. Cassius is driven to find answers to life, to the world. This is what originally led him to become a natural philosopher, and has also led him to seek out answers for his current inner demons. This obsession to find answers leaves him typically researching, reading, and thinking. This can result in a somewhat aloof persona, at times. However, Cassius's aloofness is countered by his loyalty to friends and colleagues. A loyalty that has found him come to physical and intellectual blows with others for the sake of his friends. Background: Myrnish Narrative: Cassius Philippos was a tenured master of Natural Philosophy, Occultism, and Xenology at the southern Myrnish Academy. To be a master of one field of study was to be esteemed by one’s colleagues. To simultaneously be a master of three was considered an oddity. Cassius, however, was not intentionally odd, he just easily remembered things. His memory was so large, in fact, that it was said he could remember anything after reading it once, and this was true. This is why Cassius was also known as “the bookless,” because of his penchant to carry around an entire library in his head and nothing in his hands. Cassius was a devoted natural scholar, so devoted that he was open to questioning widely held Myrnish assumptions. One such assumption Cassius quietly questioned was the assumption of Myrna being the center of the universe. Cassius’s study of Occultism and Xenology gave him the intuition that the actual center of the universe was the Broken Bridge, with its many non-human races. Similarly, Cassius questioned the widely held Myrnish philosophical assumption that non-human races lived without a “soul.” Cassius’s study of other races - specifically the Ux and the Gracan - led him to view non-human races as containing a soul, even if that soul differed in unknown ways from the human soul. Cassius was devoted to the Southern Mynish Academy, and largely benefited from his tenured position as master lecturer of his chosen fields. For example, it was the academy that stood beside him when he ordered books on the occult and Broken Bridge races to continue his studies. While this was viewed strangely by other masters, it was supported nonetheless. In return, Cassius viewed his duty to the academy seriously, and generally exceeding expectations placed on him for research, service to the academy, and teaching. Cassius’s devotion extended to his friends and colleagues. He would selflessly put their well being above his own, almost to a fault. This selflessness balanced out Cassius’s studious nature. In fact, Cassius was not above engaging physically to protect a friend’s honor or person. As Cassius was not physically gifted, he did not typically come out “on top” of these skirmishes, but his friends appreciated his selfless loyalty. His service to the academy at times called for him to travel to other human nations to discuss and debate pertinent topics, such as his positions on Natural Philosophy and Xenology. It was on one of these voyages, a trip to Saurolo, that his ship was lost at sea. Shipwreck Narrative: Cassius would later write to his colleagues back in Myrna about his ship wreck, his apparent rescue, and subsequent need for a sabbatical and continued research into the Broken Bridge. He would obtain an academic robe from an Uxian academic in Kashmar, and begin his journey southward, searching for answers and understanding.

[Yesterdays Wizard]

Tihomir

Appearance: While the males are more colorful than the females among the avian race of the Inaripat, Tihomir's dazzling blue and white streaked body paired dazzling green eyes makes even many of the males in his caravan look plain in contrast. His lithe frame outlined by heavy plumage gives him the look of somewhat plump dancer, and his long, golden legs carry him on a stride that look as he is always in step with a choreographed ensemble. He stands at a fairly average height for his kind, and only slightly taller than the other males at just over four feet tall, though as the Inaripat can do, he can make himself look taller, broader, shorter, or smaller by manipulating his brilliant plummage. The avian cloaks himself in music nearly always, whether on a small stringed harp, his reed pipe, or simply his melodic voice. His gentle tones can fill the air gracefully, hardly noticeable to those around except as a pleasant, far off sound or as a great fanfare impossible to ignore. He is most often garbed in colorful, loose fitting wraps that can be tied back or tucked during flight, with small pouches woven into the folds. Various trinkets can be found in these pouches, and when asked, he claims the pockets themselves are his most prized possession.


Bio:When one’s first memory is the faces of a crowd looking up at you on a stage, one might learn to live all of life as if he is on a stage. Tihomir was born well after the Inaripat found success as caravans of performers, selling laughter and tears to the many races of the lands, and even among his own people was a natural when it came to the stage. Whether song or poetry, drama or comedy, Tihomir had been able to bend the will of most any crowd before he had molted his down feathers and learned to fly.

Besides learning the nuances required to master the performing arts, Tihomir picked up many other skills from his own people: carpentry when building props and stages, how to address high society, carving depictions and art into various materials, and firing pottery shaped by his own hands being among them. Though, like many of his race, knowledge of magic captivated his mind more than the crafts that accompanied his arts. His most important skill, though, was learned when he met Shkieversin the Rak'Ari.

 

"Heave!" several voices shouted in unison, and the already taunt ropes spanning between six Inaripat and a leaning wagon that hung precariously off of a steep drop off began to creak loudly enough to be heard over the pouring rain. Depite the effort, the wagon doesn't lift from its precarious perch where a section of road had washed away in a flash flood and left a corner of the wagon hanging off of a steep drop, and it now leaned at an angle that threatened to roll the wagon over. Several hundred pounds of dried fruits and meats, as well as spices and some trade goods rest inside. They had pulled ahead of the other wagons

"Where is Belius?" a red and yellow Inaripat shouts, "we need his magic!"

"The wagons ahead didn't see us fall," a voice answers with a fearful edge in his voice, almost drowned out by the deluge and panicked bellow of the oxen who remained attached to the, "Tihomir, we need you to run ahead and get help! Belius if you can!"

Tihomir, only a small child, had nearly fallen down the drop when the wagon first tipped and had thus picked a jutting rock where he was sheltered by the sudden rush of water that threatened to pull the child off his feet. At the order, though, Tihomir bravely leaped blindly through the pouring rain into the mud and scrambled on hands and feet to fight through the flow of water, using his wings as much as he could to help him balance. He had only just managed to scramble to his feet to try and sprint to the wagons ahead when he careened head first into an imposing, cloaked figure who was striding the opposite direction of Tihomir. The figure hardly moved from the youth's impact against him, though he did wrap his clawed hands tightly around several small objects that rested in his palm to keep them from spilling out.

"There is danger," a reptilian voice spoke, and Tihomir had the since it wasn't a question, though he nodded vigorously anyways and pointed towards the dim outline of the wagon that he hadn't managed to put much distance between.

The stranger took several long strides through the rain and sifted through his hand before delicately plucking a few soaking wet items from his hand and held them out in front of his body, head bent in concentration. Tihomir was about to continue his sprint towards the front wagons, when a shudder under his feet made him stop, fearing the entire ledge might be about to fall out from under them. Perhaps he could manage to glide down, despite the torrential downpour, or...no...the ground was moving, but it was moving like water. Around his own feet, there wasn't much of a disturbance, only enough for him to feel through his bare feet, but with what little he could see of the stranger, it looked as if the wet mud was moving uphill towards him.

Tihomir completely forgot about finding Belius or getting help, all of his attention transfixed on the figure, so transfixed that he almost didn't hear the several loud creaks reporting from the wagon as it began to slide up hill. Tihomir had seen magic worked before, small things with specific uses, but this being had simply walked up as was somehow pulling the wagon to himself. The stranger started to sag, and the hand that he held aloft and clenched tightly was visibly swaying, even the reduced visibility, but still the wagon rose.

Finally the wagon was far enough onto the path that is didn't risk falling, and Tihomir was fairly certain he could even see the hazy outline of another wagon catching up to theirs. The red and yellow avian, Xalas, dashed to the strangers side as he collapsed to a knee, and Tihomir strangely finds himself there, as well, without any memory of having decided to move. The strangers hood had fallen back to reveal the reptilian head of a Rak'Ari with pale scales that could have been blue or gray, but it was impossible to tell with the current lighting.

"The wheel is broken," one of the other Inaripat who had been trying to pull the wagon called out, "I don't know how we're going to get out of the way, there's still the risk of a flood."

"Help me up and to the wheel," a reptilian voice commanded, and then in a slightly amused voice he added, "I have old bones."

Xalas and Tihomir, one much more than the other, helped the Rak'Ari to his feet, and Xalas helped take some of his weight as they sloshed over to the mud through the lessening rain. It had been a rolling storm that dumped a deluge down and then broke in a span of only fifteen minutes, so as the clouds began to lighten, Tihomir saw the Drakkarn sift through an assortment of gems, bones, bits of various woods, colored glasses, and other such materials with small engravings on them before plucking out two of them. He held them in one hand and touched one claw to the wagon wheel. Several sharp snaps and groans were easily heard as the wheel began to stretch and grow until it made a full, unbroken circle.

"It will still need a new wheel, this one won't be as strong," the Rak'Ari said as he dumped his collection of oddities into a hide pouch and tucked that away into his cloak.

 

"So what can I move with it?" Tihomir asks as he turns the polished wooden disk over in his hands, exposing a simple, yet finely carved symbol on it.

"Theoretically?" Shkieversin muses before providing a simple answer, "Anything."

"So how do I use it?" Tihomir presses, both excited and dissatisfied by the answer.

"Without another?" The drakkarn continues in the exact tone of voice, "you can't."

"What do you mean I can't?" the child demanded, "You said you would teach me a spell if I could recite all of Svilminal the Half Hearted by memory."

"I said I would teach you a rune," Shkieversin corrects, "you can't use one without a proper partner rune; an object, material, or concept and in what manner you are imposing your will upon it."

"Are you going to teach me another rune," Tihomir asks, and then hastily blurts out another sentence as the drakkarn starts to answer with a wicked smile, "one of the other runes! One I can pair with this one, not another -um- will...imposing...rune."

Shkieversin nods sagely, acknowledging the trick he had been planning, "In that case, I will teach you of the Eihwaz. These were the first two runes you witnessed me using in tandem. Others of your kind thought I moved the wagon itself, but that would have been overly difficult given the situation. Instead, I moved the earth underneath it. This might be a more difficult concept for you to understand. The Ehwaz is all about movement and travel, which is inherent to your kind both physically and culturally, and many of its aspects are easily felt by your people. Eihwaz on the other hand is grounded, and of the earth."

"I'm ready to learn!" Tihomir insisted, his childlike wonder refusing to be curbed by the warning.

"I'm certain you are."

 

"Are you sure you now is a good time to leave, my Tihomir?" a dappled blue and black Inaripat asked Tihomir as he finishes tucking dried meats and flatbreads into the pocketed folds of his tunic.

"It's my time to wander, Mother," was his solemn answer, "I've learned music, art, and trade from our people, and I've spent years grasping at Shkieversin's knowledge. He's...he's departed now. I have more to learn of the world that I can from a troupe, people treat us too differently when we're together."

"I understand," Miedra whispers, "you have your father's same rambling soul, but he still didn't go off completely alone. We're a race that has survived by staying together, even Shkieversin yearned for family."

"And he spent over a dozen years total on his own after his raiding ship was sunk," Tihomir rebuffed, "I have his knowledge, I can survive as he did."

 

Tihomir let out one final melodic note from his throat as the notes on his harp died, warranting polite clapping from the small crowd that had gather around him. Tihomir rolled one arm and gave a grandiose bow, his short beak mere inches from the ground. With an equally flourishing manner he straightened back up and took a long drink from a nearby tankard, courtesy of the tavern he was currently playing music for.

Though he was quite pleased with the attention he had been getting from various crowds, and he hadn't gone want for a meal at any tavern or inn he had stopped at, he was finding himself rather dissatisfied with the past few months. He had simply become a travelling minstrel, meaning he always had food, always had a few coins in a purse, and always had at least a small crowd to play music for, but despite all of this, he had found little adventure or worthwhile knowledge to purse west of his caravan's normal path. In fact, it seemed Inaripat were quite a rare site in the areas he had been passing through recently, and no actual caravans came out this way.

Rune Name	Rune	Associated Word	Secondary Association	Difficulty	Base Energy Cost
Fehu	ᚠ	Animal	Property	Average	2
Uruz	ᚢ	Strengthen	Repair, Make	Hard	1
Thurisaz	þ	Transform	Gateway, Tension	Hard	3
Ansuz	ᚨ	Communicate	Insight	Hard	1
Raidho	ᚱ	Sense	Knowledge, Name	Hard	2
Kaunan	ᚲ	Fire	-	Average	4
Gebo	ᚷ	Food	Offering, Gift	Easy	1
Wunjo	ᚹ	Air	-	Average	3
Hagalaz	ᚺ	Weaken	Break, Harm, End	Hard	1
Naudiz	ᚾ	Control	Bind	Hard	2
Isaz	ᛁ	Image	Deceit	Hard	2
Jera	ᛃ	Plant	-	Average	1
Eihwaz	ᛇ	Earth	-	Average	2
Peortho	ᛈ	Magic	Mystery, Secrets	Hard	2
Algiz	ᛉ	Protect	Guard	Hard	1
Sowilo	ᛋ	Spirit	-	Average	2
Tiwaz	ᛏ	Mind	Rulership	Average	3
Berkanan	ᛒ	Create	Growth	Hard	2
Ehwaz	ᛖ	Move	Travel, Progress	Hard	0
Mannaz	ᛗ	Body	Human, Self	Average	3
Laguz	ᛚ	Water	-	Average	2
Ingwaz	ᛜ	Heal	Fertility	Hard	1
Dagaz	ᛞ	Light	-	Average	2
Othala	ᛟ	Sound	Story	Easy	2
Blank Rune		Destiny	Magic, Unknowable	Very Hard	4