яαηk: Mage
gεηdεя: Female
ρяεfεяεηcε: Bi-sexual
αgε: Twenty-four
εyε cσℓσя: Green
нαιя cσℓσя: Yellow-Green
нειgнт/ωειgнт: Five foot six/one hundred-fifteen pounds

¬ Personality: Azadeth is a curious girl, having been taken from her home, everything that she has been witnessing is new to her. She is very explorative and can be considered naive due to those traits. She's not very loud, though she isn't shy or afraid to speak; she is just soft spoken. The only time she had ever found herself to be the shy type was when a templar she fancied was ever around. She can be very self conscious, especially at that point, and is easily embarrassed.

She is very kind hearted, never wishing any harm to come to anyone. The girl may not know what became of her clan, but she knows that living in the past, living in darkness, would not be something that they would wish of her. Azadeth is the type to try to impress everyone and does as she is told. She does not like getting in trouble and is easily scared by yelling and fighting.

¬ History: Azadeth was once a part of an elven community and away from the tortures that human mages, and others founds by humans had to endure. The Templars started to get rowdy though; no new mages had been brought in and they knew that the elves were bound to have some. Being a magical race, this was an easy jump to make. Whether an official order was ever given or not the young girl does not know. What she does know is that many of her people were captured or killed during the raid one night. She isn't sure if anyone survived or not because she was the only one of the mages to make it to the monastery. Always being on the quieter side, Azadeth just went about her days studying what she had been learning amongst her people. For some reason, the humans found if odd how easily she seemed to pick up on it. She would just ignore them knowing that they did not know the ways of her people.

Azadeth merely continued doing as she was told, much like she would have done with her own people. She had to learn about the people that wore armor that did nothing but watch them, or argue with the occasional mage. Though she was told about it, the girl did not fully understand what these 'Templars' were supposed to do and her role with them.

One day a commotion began to stir among the monastery; apparently a high lord had come to make a visit. Upon being there, he demanded to see the mages, off all ranks, save for the apprentices, he had no interest in them. The elf thought he was a silly man, with the clothing he wore, the way he walked, the way he talked; just everything about him seemed silly to her. He was picking out mages, her being one of them. The group he had picked went, with an escort of mages, to his castle where they did whatever they were told. They were there for entertainment mostly, never having to do the servant work. Some mages were used for more, 'personal' reasons. The elf girl was primarily for entertainment, seeing as her abilities really just looked pretty if there was no real use for them. It seemed that she had been requested to entertain the lord and his guests more and more, though she never said anything about it.

The same armor wearing people that had been at the monastery were at the castle, not all of them obviously. There were also templars from other monasteries from different regions watching their mages. It was one of these templars that the girl had taken a fancy to. She never told anyone though, she couldn't, not after she had heard many mages saying how they were bad people. She would visit him at night, without his knowing of course. She would sneak through the halls just to watch him, just to admire him from afar.

One night the lord had requested her presence, in his chambers. Azadeth was not dumb to the fact of what this meant and she was not looking forward to it, for he was still a silly man and not the templar she had found. It wasn't like she had much of a choice though. She was on her way to his chambers, right outside his door infact, when she decided to take a quick detour. Quickly making her way to the templar quarters, she went to see if her templar was on duty or not, she was caught. A booming templar voice echoed through the halls and scared the elven girl. Rather than staying, she ran. She thought she had been caught, her fancies found out, so she ran. Footsteps could be heard from behind her but she ran until she was far from the castle and still she ran. She had no idea that the lord had been killed while she was supposed to be with him.
¬ Talent: Creation
¬ Specialization: Spirit Healer
¬ Likes: Nature, being outside, the elements, dancing, rain, animals, seeing and experiencing new things
¬ Dislikes: Fighting, rudeness, harm, death, large cities
¬ Odd Quirks: Clingy-ness. Whenever Azadeth uses too much magic, she becomes almost like a koala to the closet ally where she just won't leave them alone and would rather be carried; very childlike.
¬ Weapon of Choice: Staff

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яαηk: Knight
gεηdεя: Female
ρяεfεяεηcε: Bi-sexual
αgε: Twenty-two
εyε cσℓσя: Purple
нαιя cσℓσя: Brown
нειgнт/ωειgнт: Five-foot four/one hundred-twelve pounds

¬ Personality: Aelyn can come off as stand-off-ish on occasion, but it is more that she is a focused person. She takes her job seriously and does not like to see others slacking. She pushes herself to be the best that she can be and expects others to do the same. On most occasions she pushes herself too hard, and though it is plain as day, she will never admit to doing such a thing. She has a lot of drive and determination. She is one of those Templars that has 'married' their job and will not bend the rules for any reason.

Often being teased about it, Aelyn has learned to humor her fellow knights from time to time by acting 'normal'; well, what they view as normal anyway. Her upbringing made her who she is, though this 'acting' has begun to make her more and more curious as to what is out there. She would never venture out to learn on her own however, she is far to prideful for that. Rather, she would just quietly tag along with the other knights to experience new things, but her thirst for it has just been growing.
¬ History: Aelyn is the eldest child in her family, and a mistake at that; or so that is what her father says. Her father wanted a strong baby boy for his first, an heir to the family store and all that they have. Instead he was given a daughter who couldn't cook or perform the simpliest of household tasks. She was a disgrace to the family name, according to that man at least. He had planned on having his son taking over the business, not her, so she did the next best thing. It was always an honor to be accepted among the Templars, so that was just what this mistake did. She trained herself for months without her family knowing and tried out for the job. She was one of the few accepted and upon learning this, her father did not know what to do. He threw a rage when the letter came to the house and later that night beat the girl for doing such a thing behind his back; he was drunk though, she knew it.

Time passed and Aelyn got the call to join the Templars; packing her stuff, her father stopped her. He apologized for that night and admited to panicking because he did not want such a life for his daughter. He wouldn't stop her and the girl went on; she was going to make a name for herself, she vowed herself that much. She wanted to be the daughter that no father could look down on, that was her goal. Once within the monastery and training, she quickly rose through to her Knight-hood and remained stationed there until the high-lord was killed. She was not surprised after he carelessly took in a bunch of vermin that didn't deserve to live, they went against all teachings. Once that happened, she was one of the few the remained behind to take care of trials, awaiting the day she receives the order to go look for mages.
¬ Talent: Archery
¬ Specialization: Champion
¬ Likes: Competing, being praised, self-accomplishment, going out on the town with the others, just experiencing new things
¬ Dislikes: Mages, her father, the smell of fried cheese, and cheese in general really
¬ Weapon of Choice: Bow

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