The Drow, Saith

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Saith Fel'har Kimitore
Drow
Twenty-eight
Six-foot two-inches
Ghostly white hair with naturally blue eyes
Chaotic Neutral

People would describe Saith as reserved, assuming they actually saw him. The Drow has a nasty habit of staying hidden. Born in the forest, he's come to adore the coverage of the flora and often stalks the woods at night. His tracking and hunting skills are superb, losing to none, save for those of his own lineage. Still, his arrow never misses and his intuition is always dead right. Saith is what one might call skilled in the art of stalking, which often gives people the wrong idea about him. They assume him to be a pervert or a creep, neither of which are true. In fact, Saith is quite the opposite. He doesn't believe in such trivial things. To him, life is all about the road ahead, not the love in one's heart. He's never been one to pick a side, too. Let it be good or bad, he'll do what he wants and where he sees the most personal gain. Not to mention, he'll indulge in the fun and risky, as it's nice to have the odds stacked against you. Saith is adventurous in that regard and is a bit outgoing, especially when talent is on the line. Now, if you were to ask him for help on a mission or to serve as a guide through the woods? Well, he might just decline. You see, such petty tasks are daunting and boring, giving him no satisfaction or pride.

Pretending that you befriended this Drow, you would probably laugh at his wit and sarcasm. He's a rather funny guy. A bit abrupt or rude at times, but never really meaning to insult. If he were to insult you, you would know. You'd have an arrow threw your throat. Keeping that image in mind, Saith is not the kind to forgive those who have betrayed him or wronged him. If you make him a promise, you better keep it. If not, he'll hunt you down. And he will find you.

Final Remarks: He hates elves. He thinks they are too cheeky for his liking. He prefers independent, standoffish individuals that are fully capable of protecting themselves. Another note about Saith, he cannot stand being hit on. He finds that stuff pointless. He's literally told someone to knock it off. Mentioned he would put an arrow through their eye if they called him "handsome" one more time.

Harteon Kimitore, a noble elf, fell in love with Felvira Nye, a wicked drow. The two gave birth to their only child, Saith Fel'har Kimitore. Their marriage and birth of their son was heavily frowned upon. Har's family ostracized him, telling him to never return. Felvira's kin weren't the kind to care, but did dislike her pathetic betrothal to an elf, a little, happier kin. Fearing their son's life, the two field to the far outskirts of a town and built a small cobble house that was hidden from the world. A cave, hidden by ivy, concealed the entrance to a grand opening that was encompassed by looming mountains. Saith spent the first fifteen years of his life here and he loathed every second of it.

Around his sixteenth birthday, he ran away, vowing to never return. He hated elves and he hated drow. He wanted to be like man, so he cut his hair and wore their cloths, but soon discovered that it was not wise, for man hunted him down. He eventually embraced his wood-creature breed and learned how to hone his hunting and tracking, making a name for himself. He was eventually won over by one small city for he was the bringer of food and pelts, something the people desperately needed.

To this day, Saith hasn't seen his parents since that day he left. He hasn't even thought about them. To him, they were dead the moment they created him. He's a monster of their races, a half-breed. Neither elf nor drow could love him for he was what the other hated. Isolation was his only true friend.

A crossbow and a quiver full of hand-crafted arrows. He also carries some throwing knives on his person as well as a lasso.
POWERS: True Sight, or the ability to never be clouded by illusions or magic. Until the day he dies, Saith's eyes shall not be blinded or tricked. This "power" also gives him the accuracy and aim he has. When True Sight is active, his eyes glow an eerie red.

Beside hunting and tracking, Saith is an excellent woodcarver. To pair nicely with that, the Drow knows how to sew and trap, skills that prove useful daily. His knowledge of herbs, roots, and berries is also top-notch. The elven man can also speak multiple languages, allowing him to communicate with over ten different nations.

Being a Drow, Saith is immune to magic. Granted, this doesn't make him invincible to physical attacks. In fact, he's actually pretty vulnerable to them. Hand to hand combat is not his thing. He's nimble and fast, able to climb high and jump far, but he cannot lift heavy things. He has to rely on his arrow's speed to do any damage. His fists are rather useless. In all honesty, he looks stronger than he really is.

Saith is known for his excellent trades at the local market. He's many friends there and has no issues trading his supplies. He has a soft spot for strawberries and will do just about anything to get his hands on them.

The Knight, Kev

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A. Kevlar Bael
Human
Twenty-seven
Five-foot eleven
Raven with teal eyes
Lawful Neutral/Good

Kev is such a kind man. Soft, sweet, sincere. He's genuine and friendly, easily winning everyone over by his velvet voice and gentle laugh. He's brave and loyal, never faltering under pressure. He's the kind of man who would lay down his life for someone. He truly is in even sense of the world, a chivalrous knight, even despite the stern look that is often worn on his face. At first glance, one might call him sturdy and threatening, but upon discovering his softer side, most would claim he would never hurt a fly.

The Bael lineage has always had soldiers, that was until Kev arrived. He was the first of his family to move from the role of soldier to that of a knight, and a special one at that. He was tasked with protecting a very special woman, a High Priestess. However, she was at a ripe old age and lived for only five years after Kev's assignment to her. Freshly out of a job, the young knight decided to visit the High Priestess of the Sun. Familiar with priestess, Kev knew the role would be similar to his old role. Upon showing up to the kingdom, the man was given more than he could bargain for, a journey of a lifetime with none other than the lovely Sun Priestess herself.

Be on the look out for his spear. He's not your typical knight welding a sword, no, that's too cliche. He would rather charge into battle with his mighty spear. It's long, allowing him to attack foes without having them get too close. He can also throw it through the air and impale someone. It's also handy in that he can shove it onto the ground and use it like a stripper pole, allowing him to kick his feet around and kick enemies square in the jaw.

Powers? Why, he's just a simple human. He has no powers!

Kev is an excellent warrior after having trained for this position his whole life. His use of his spear is peerless, as none can match his wit nor strength with it. Furthermore, Kev has excelled so that his hand-to-hand combat is also top-notch. Cooking and cleaning are just too more traits of his that he's perfected. Although odd for a male to know, the ladies seem to swoon over those finer talents of his. As a final key skill of his, Kev knows how to mount and ride a horse into battle. His trusty hooved companion is Ruine.

Being too nice and humble. Kev is also very trusting, believing that all are good until proven evil.

The Criminal, Cain

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Cain Lawrence Vaal
Cursed Hume Kotodama User
Twenty-three
Five-foot five
Pale pink hair with green orbs
Chaotic/True Neutral

Call him short, I dare you. If you do, he'll only grin from ear to ear. Most think being that tiny is a bad thing. But Cain? Oh, he embraces it and actually does everything he can to not grow. He actually went so far as to wrap his feet to prevent them from getting too large. He likes to boast that he will never have back problems and never has to worry about carrying people. I mean, who would ask a shorty to carry you through the woods? No.

As you're probably starting to notice, Cain is smart, unbelievably smart. The guy has an answer for everything and those answers usually sound better than expected. For example, someone asked him while watermelons are red on the inside. He explained with, "It was a ploy to scare you away. You see, the melon didn't want to be eaten. Most of life we're told to avoid red because it's poisonous. The melon learned this from the poison berries and changed his color so that we would never eat him again. Sadly, he forgot to change his outside so we knew right away it was him and to this day, we eat him with a smile on our face."

Cain is a cheeky fellow, despite the plain expression that's on his face. He looks miserable, but he's not. He just can't help but scowl and look intimidating. He's really not though. Ever hear him talk? He sounds like one of those teen boy bands. But don't let his childish appearance, behavior, and sound fool you. No, no, Cain is strong, stronger than most. He's skilled in martial arts and can easily lift 200-pounds, and then some! He's not a wimp and he's not a coward. He's capable and handy. He pushes himself and he does so in a way that makes him shine. Flamboyant much, of course, that's Cain.

Can read about it here.

No physical weapons are needed as he can manipulate space and make them appear before him whenever he wants. He usually summons a large hammer or road sign. He finds it find to beat someone to death with a yield sign. He also enjoys summoning the occasional fart gun and pizza cutter. As you can imagine, he's a weird kid.

As a Kotodama User, he has the ability to conjure objects by simply speaking their name. Granted, sometimes a more in-depth description is needed. One cannot simply say, "Hoe" as you could get a girl or a gardening tool. A "gun" doesn't mean it'll be real as it could be fake. Specifics are needed to obtain the desired results.

Being a shorty has its perks. Gravity doesn't hurt when you fall and you don't have a lot of surface air for the elements to attack. He's swift, hides easily, and can buy cheaper clothing. Why pay a pretty penny when you can still fit in children's clothing. Those shirts are so much cheaper and (not to mention) cuter, but that's beside the point. Cain was born with a wild imagination, which pairs nicely with his powers.

Sweets. Oh the lure of sweets is his utter demise. It's a good thing his metabolism is flawless or else he would be a three-hundred pound beast with a chocolate covered face. With regard to "legit" weaknesses, Cain had to be careful with his Kotodama uses. The more times he uses it without re-cooperating, the more strain his body endures. One might say, "That's no big deal and everyone has that weakness." Only, in Cain's case, it's different. You see, the more he uses the Kotodama, the more his body gets shocked. Yes, shocked. As in, zappy-zappy. As a trade-off for such a limitless power, Cain has to endure electrical shocks. The stronger and more complex the summoning, the stronger the intensity of the jolt of electricity. According to his records, he actually shocked himself to death. Thankfully, that same shock that killed him also saved him. In addition to his near-death experience, Cain has been hospitalized over thirty seven times for frying himself.