[A'lea] SangRoyal Character Profiles

Included will be the profiles of ALL the characters within the storyline, posted by their respective Users.
Thanks to all who have kept interest in making this RP!

Name: Rapaj Juoan Tach'en (Rah-PADG, jyoh-AHN TACK-ehn)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical description:
Charcoal hair, amber eyes, 6'2", Muscular-built.
Personality: Cool-headed, collected, analytical, but at times can be impulsive - to such a degree that his actions may reap serious repercussions, very responsible (almost to a fault) and ridden by The Code of the Fallen Star (the guidelines for bodyguards). Due to his strong military upbringing, he disklikes any form of misbehaviour or disobedience, and is known to report any kind of abnormal behaviour so as to keep his company straight.
Alliance: Yuol'ina
Title: Guardian to the Heiress
Weapon(s) of choice: A double halberd, , which is christened "Crescent Moon".
History/Background: Raised by a common family, he was pushed by his father to enlist in the Royal Army at the age of 17, in order to bring some sort of prestige and honor to the family name. Throughout his training, the values of honestly, responsibility and honour were instilled into his mind, and it is due to this reason that his overwhelming desire to obey and follow the rules - his "goody-two-shoes" personality - has emerged.

It was during this time that his younger brother, Xaul, was caught breaking into the throne room in the Yuolja palace. Xaul was faced with the decision of either imprisonment or serving for the Royal Army, and thus Rapaj cut all interpersonal ties with his brother entirely due to his blatand disregard for order and the law. The family then followed suit and disowned the youngest son, labelling him as a "utter disgrace" and a "delinquent." It is due to this reason that bringing honor to the family name rests solely on Rapaj's shoulders, a burden from which he will never be released.

Soon afterwards, news of the early retirement of the former Guardian of the Heiress (which, for some reason, came as little a surprise to the Royal Family) arrove, and Rapaj was enlisted to act as the bodyguard and overall guide/advisor to the Princess Nikki. Despite her constant disobediance, Rapaj is deadset on instilling some sort of orderliness and rules into the Princess, no matter how hard she may protest. He is constantly at her side in times of battle and, as such, is always on her ass about her actions - regardless of how reckless they actually are. Even so, Rapaj is attempting to fulfill his role by following the rules that are found within The Code of the Fallen Star, an ancient tome written by the very first Guardian of the Heir almost 9000 years ago that has been passed from generation to generation as almost a sort of religious practice. However, with the ever-constant War in the background, Rapaj is finding it hard to hold onto these set-in-stone guidelines, making it a matter of time before he must abandon the Code in its entirety.



Name: Empress Quonya Nicchi Eram'ma Puura Kuolenya III (Of the Kuolenya Royal Blood), or Queen Quonya (KWON-yuh)
Age: 153
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Description:
Long, white hair and crystal-blue eyes. 6'1" and slender-built.
Personality: Tradition-ridden, conscious of her surroundings, marvelous judge of character, but is easily manipulated due to her naive trust in other people, wise, often judgmental and quick to jump to conclusions, looks down upon those who do not follow tradition, at times condenscending to the "lower" classes.
Alliance: Yuol'ina
Title: Queen of the Fallen Star Empire
Weapon(s) of choice: Master of the Art of Magick (emphasis on Elemental and "The Ancient Magick", or Death Magick), an ancestral sword, , named "Yuolichena (The Fallen Star)"
History/Background: Brought up in the Royal Family, as was raised as the Princess of the nation. Raised on the ideals and traditions of the past, she has become disillusioned by the amoral, and almost sacriligious state of the modern Empire and, as such, has attempted to bring with her ascension to the throne after the untimely death of her older brother (The Late King Juota IX) the old traditions of the Ancients, but has found little success in doing so. However, with the recent invasion of the former nation of Errachim (what is now called Traachou), Quonya finds little time in dawdling in domestic affairs and instead focuses most of her attention on the War, leaving the rest of the policy-making in the hands of the Royal Court. Nonetheless, Queen Quonya is aware that her time on A'lea is limited now (her "heart has become weighted by the world") and is trying to educate her granddaughter, the heir to the throne, in politics other subjects to better her for when the time has come for her to ascend to the throne, yet to her dismay, her granddaughter's reluctance serves to bring the Queen to ponder the fate of the Empire in the near future.

Name: Xaul Knofker (Use-Name), Xaul Scaep B’laken Tach'en (Real Name)

Age: 25, but he looks anywhere from 20 to 45 under his scars and tattoos, and his eyes are much older.

Height: 6' 2"

Occupation: Spy.

Bio: As the younger brother to Rapaj, Xaul chafed under his brother’s shadow. Always looking for new and more inventive ways to get in trouble (and get some attention), Xaul tested his family’s patience to the limit, until the time that he was caught inside the throne room after dark. (When questioned about his intentions there, Xaul simply replied, “I wanted a nap, and I’ve never slept in a throne before.”) Completely disowned by his family, Xaul was given a choice: gaol or military service. Ever the pragmatist, he chose military.

In the military, Xaul’s skills were quickly recognized, and he was placed in the Keuthein, the ranks of spies and independent operatives used by the Empress. After finishing basic training with a record number of disciplinary actions on his record, Xaul was sent deep into Traachou. There, Xaul quickly infiltrated the capitol city of Paalich, and settled down to stealing state secrets and generally causing havoc. One day however, the dreaded knock on the door came. Xaul was dragged into the torture chambers, but he refused to break. Finally, six months later, some higher-up grew bored, and Xaul was sent to be a fighter in the great Arena.

There, he was handed over to the ‘scientists’ of the Arena, dissected and sliced and torn into thousands of pieces, and put together again, changed into Xaul Knofker, the dark blade.

Xaul spent what seemed like centuries in the arena, fighting to sate the bloodlust that was fed to him by the thousands of spectators that came to see him win, or to see him lose. Dying was the worse part. He would fall to the sand, praying to any gods that would listen that this would be the last time, and wake again, staring at the face of the head ‘scientist’, and be lead once more into the arena, praying for release.

Four years later, his chance arrived. His captors had done an excellent job in making the perfect fighter, and when Xaul was being led back to his cell, he broke free. Ripping through the guards of the arena easily, Xaul left the place where he had died many times over, returning home.

Personality: Xaul is intelligent, honorable and loyal, but only for those who win his trust. He still retains his sense of anarchistic fun, and is always willing to pull a prank or tell a joke, but he has been permanently affected by his time in the Arena. He now has dark, violent tendencies, and there are occasional lapses in his speech and actions as his memories of the Arena flood his brain.

Appearance: Xaul, his appearance changed so much by his time in the arena that no-one from his old life could ever recognize him, is now a thin, shadowy presence swathed in a tattered leather greatcoat. He has dusky black skin that is almost transparent with black hair and dark eyes, legacies from the Arena’s ‘scientists’. Also, his entire body is covered in ritual scars from the many modifications made in him by at the Arena, as well as normal scars that accumulated from the four years of fighting. Xaul normally wears dark tattered clothes that hide him almost completely when he is in darkness. In the day, these clothes are shabby and ugly, but do a very good job of hiding the chain mesh that he wears underneath. Over everything, Xaul's favorite item is a beaten, battered, and oft-repaired dark leather trench coat.

Equipment: Many throwing knives, thief tools, caltrops, poison blow darts, and nets. Uška, a multi-bladed Urumi that is linked to Xaul's Kounnar. The increasing level of rage causes the blades of Uška to superheat and scorch anything it touches.
Drshil and Haingre, two hooded splitting Katars (favored weapons). These, too, are linked to Kounnar.
Drshil causes a wound to hurt more than normal, increasing with time. At higher levels, Drshil can cause pain simply from proximity, and even cause old scars to re-open. Xaul is immune to this pain.
Haingre causes a wound to instantly begin rotting, and leaves a horrific stench in its wake. Xaul has become used to this smell after years of use. Also, Haingre can cause metal to rust, and wood to rot, simply through contact.

Abilities:
Fighting Style: Xaul is constantly in motion during a fight, always landing light hits and harrying his opponent, until he sees an opportunity, in which case he will dive in and strike. Also, he will often pull items like caltrops or nets out of his coat's pockets and use them to his best advantage.
Kounnar: Xaul has terrible, horrible rage, another legacy from the arena. This manifests mostly in fights, to the point of taking over his body. When his rage manifests, glowing red sigils tattooed all over his body appear. When the Kounnar is active, his fighting style becomes fiercer and more chaotic, to the point where it is impossible to predict his movements. (One observer was heard to describe Xaul as a "Whirling Ragdoll of Death.") The Kounnar is linked to his three magic weapons, and directly affects the level of power that they have.
Intimidation: Xaul is a master at insulting and intimidating his opponents, and knows full well that words can be just as potent as steel. When in a fight, he will mock and distract his opponent in a never-ending litany, usually resulting in the other flying into a rage and losing their focus.

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* Name: Aahra
* Age: 20
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Physical Description:
* Personality: She tends to be harsh but she has a playful side. She has a good sense of humor, if at times inappropriate. She likes to laugh, and tends to do so at other people's expense.
* Alliance: Taachou
* Title: General
* Weapon(s) of choice: She favors a bastard sword, large and vicious, but she is also fond of two weapon fighting, in which case she wields a scimitar and a short sword. She is sure to always carry a bow and arrows with her for emergencies, but she prefers an up close and personal kill.
* History/Background: She grew up a bit boyish, always picking fights trying to prove she was just as tough as the boys, but ended up proving in most cases she was tougher. She was always very smart, a great strategist, but she didn't particularly care for strategy. She considered it to be a bit girlish. As she grew up she learned to embrace her talent and no longer felt the need to hide personality traits she thought of as girlie. Her father died when she was young, fighting a war, and from that day on she promised herself she would die doing the same. To please him. He had always been a proud warrior, and she knew he would be proud to see her taking his place.

Name: Nicchi [ pronounced like "Nikki"] Koulenya
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Description: Nikki has blue-green eyes and a slender but somewhat muscular build. She has brown hair that takes on different tints in different lighting, like red-brown to honey brown.
Personality: Brave, stubborn, hotheaded, easily insulted, determined, curious, reckless, mischevious, sometimes ignorant or clueless
Alliance: Youl'ina
Title: Princess. Also next in line to the crown and a member of the royal court (though she never shows up when court is in session,)
Weapon(s) of choice: a large, slim sword , a light crossbow designed custom-made for her , several concealed daggers , and wears armor that looks somewhat like this in battle or training although she always wears a light chain mail shirt under anything she wears; even dresses.
History/Background: Born and bred inside the castle walls of Youl'ina, Nikki chose to disobey all tradition and become a warrior. Because of this she is considered infeminine and a disgrace to the throne. She rarely cares enough to make an appearance at a ball; one time she missed her own birthday banquet. Nikki also has an awful habit of going off alone, disobeying orders, and being disrespectful to her elders. Most of her spare time is spent on the palace training guards, with the trainees. She is leader of the army, according to her own wishes and the promise to attend at least three royal parties per year. Nikki is respected among the soldiers, and considered both Princess and comrade.

Name: Empress Chi’hanto Fyiwota-qen, Vizier of the Emperor
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Physical Description:

Personality: She is a reserved and collected individual. She practices courtesy and ceremony in all situations, especially political. Although the remnants of her husband’s empire rest within the hands of a mere child, she strives to help her son bring together a tessellated empire and revive that which has been subverted from them.

Alliance: Errachim

Title: Former Empress; Vizier

Weapon(s) of choice: Chi'hanto's fighting style addressed her needs: A medley of orchestrated defensive stances and moves, designed to provide defense were she lacked physical strength. The premeditated, fluid strokes of the blade are imbued with the wind, and although hindering, are meant primarily as a defensive measure until qualified help arrived.

A damascened short-sword that's name translates into "The Fervent".


A damascened long-sword that's name translates into "The Flood".

Both are heirlooms from the deceased Emperor; they are said to have magical runes that have captivated wind in the weapon's composition itself, making it biting and lighter than usual. Chi'hanto carries them with her wherever she goes.
They glow with a craftsmanship and levity that predates the current seizure of the Errachim Empire. Woven with life-like scenes of vines, plants and geometric design, these artifacts are some of the last remaining things of value in the resistance. Most other valuables the royal family had were bartered off to merchants for bare necessities.

History/Background: Chi’hanto grew up knowing that she would become an Empress. From the incipient mannerisms of the royal court to the elaborate rituals that awaited her passage into a marital Empress, her advisors persistently reminded her of her lineage and the methods of upholding it. Now exiled from her own Empire and her husband assassinated, she clutches to the evidence of the once great Errachim Empire—her seven-year-old son.

* Name: Jen'jidai Ma'vet V'Hazak (ZHEN-jid-eye MAH-vet Vuh-ha-ZAK)
* Age: 32
* Gender: Male
* Race: Human, with an indeterminate portion of direct demonic ancestry
* Physical Description:
* Personality: Although he looks near-angelic, behind his charming demeanor lies a sadistic mind convinced of its superiority over all others, the kind that tortures not just prisoners, but also those who think they are his friends. He respects only those few who can see through the illusion; these, of course, are mostly others like himself. Of course, Jen'jidai is careful to conceal this unless it's already too late for his victim or he recognizes a kindred spirit...
* Alliance: Traachou
* Title: Commissioner of Public Safety; this is a more or less nonexistent job, and Jen'jidai is in reality the head of Traachou's intelligence service.
* Weapon(s) of choice: Two of these; also, a variety of nasty barbed knives, hooks, and so on, which he doesn't have on his person; they're for use on prisoners only. One sword is coated in a paralyzing, nonlethal (but very painful) venom so that he can have more fun with his conquest later; the other is coated with a potent hallucinogen so that he can have more fun playing with his opponent during a fight. Something about his demonic ancestry makes demons drawn to him like moths to a flame; minor demons always hover about him, invisible except to trained magicians. More powerful entities can be attracted by strong emotion; by carefully modulating what he feels and how much, Jen'jidai can sometimes call them to his aid. This is of course unpredictable, and requires rigid control--a strong enough burst of uncontrolled feeling could call something large enough not to notice it was eating him.
* History/Background: Little is known and less is understood of how the demonic entities of other planes manifested themselves in Jen'jidai. His mother was definitely human, but who--or what--fathered him remains unclear. Prior to his birth, his mother was abducted by a cult, and gave birth just a few days later, while still in captivity. When the rescue party arrived the next day, they found the cultist's hideout totally empty, save for an ugly baby chewing his toes and cooing to himself. Over the years, Jen'jidai grew less and less ugly on the outside, while always carefully hiding his true evil from others. Whether it was playing pranks that got his playmates hurt, stealing things and successfully pinning the blame on others, or the "accidents" that occasionally befell those close to him, his one hidden goal was to control everything he could, and to destroy everything he could not. As he grew older, he began to recognize this consciously--then he became truly dangerous. His connection to the demonic planes first manifested during puberty, when an imp appeared while he was alone with a girl. He was so startled, he dropped the knife he was about to plunge into her back. Since then, he has mastered--as much as it can be mastered--the art of bringing, controlling, and tolerating his relatives. Prior to the assassination of the Emperor, he laid low, working far from scrutiny to bring pain to whomever he could, though he was known to a select few who shared many of his aims (necromancers, anarchists, and such). Though it was unintentional, his works did much to destabilize the Empire, and when the plot to have the Emperor killed was hatched, he was brought in to offer advice. Though he had no hand in the execution of the operation, he provided useful information through his extraplanar connections; combined with his obvious talents for manipulation and dissimulation, this led to his being offered the post of Commissioner of Public Safety after the rise of Traachou. Seeing an opportunity to spread misery on a truly grand scale, he accepted--of course, he is also actively working to make the entire government into his puppets through whatever means are available. Jen'jidai is also largely responsible for the atrocities of the Arena, and is still quite interested in the whereabouts of an escapee named Xaul--he didn't quite finish with him. Over the years, his features have grown progressively more angelic; the only hint of otherworldliness now is in his pointed ears and glowing green eyes.

Name: Maiyaa
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Description: minus the wings and horns, of course.
Personality: Evil, demented, ambitious, cruel, sadistic, all-out mean.
Alliance: Traachou, the "Dark Empire" [Muahhaha!]
Title: Empress of Traachou
Weapon(s) of choice: Though rarely used, she does hide some weapons behind her throne, as that is where she is the most. They are: A gigantic sword engraved with protection runes, and an extremely long spear with a barbed and poisoned edges.
History/Background: Maya grew up as a daughter of the Traachou Court. No one expected the supposingly sweet little girl to take over Traachou in an evil dictatorship, with plans to take over the rest of the world. Recently, the emporer died of unknown causes, presumably killed by Maya herself. Maya was the next to take the rulership. The first thing she did was exile the royal family, so they couldn't take back the throne. Maya now rules from her high dark castle, accepting no advice on how to run her country and accepting no harsh words said about her by the citizens. Currently, she has Traachou invading Youl'ina, and it is working well.

Sorry that it took me so long to do this.

Name: Korzan
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: He has very messy brown hair and green eyes. He has broad shoulders, a muscular and tall build and several scars on his body. He usually doesn't care much about he looks.
Personality: He is usually nice and enjoys a good laugh but can be disrespectful sometimes. He enjoys fighting and is always willing to kill someone although he cares a lot for his life. He is usually very relaxed and layed back sometimes upsetting people who feel that he should listen very thoroughly to what they say.
Alliance: Traachou
Title: Mercenary
Weapon(s) of choice: A large axe and a small sword.
History/Background: Korzan grew up in a small town, far away from most of civilisation. His parents were very well known and so was he. He became a good fighter both with and without weapons. He began to train with them more as he got older and began helping young children in his town with learning how to fight which made many of them look up to him.

He left the town at the age of fifteen and travelled around for a long time before deciding to become a mercenary. He had managed to get a lot of jobs quickly and did very well. After he began getting larger amounts of money he began working less and enjoying life more. He managed to become a mercenary for the Traachou Empire.

Name: Sariyunnh Bal'taang (goes by Sariyu) (SAr-i-Yu-Nuh Ball-Tan-guh) (SAr-i-yu)
Age: 21
Race: Human
Alliance: Yuol'ina
Physical Discription:
Sariyu stands at about 5'9 with a lean and toned build. Her skin a sun tanned brown, marred by the blue tribal tattoos of her people. The swirling tribals running up her sides and around her back to cover her upper arms and across her collar bone. Her hair is a deep red color, and falls like a molten river down to her sholder blades. She wears a split hunters skirt with leggings underneith it. A dark forrest green tanktop is all that she wears. She has a heart shapped face with hazel eyes and a soft mouth that is more apt to smile than to frown.
Personality:
Sariyu's personaltiy was shaped from her up bringing. She is a very stubborn hard-headed girl, who gave her parents many head-aches as she was growing up. Growing up in a traders life she knows how to handle her money and is constantly haggleing her way in and out of things. Determinaton and knowing the aches of an honest days work has made her a hardworker. But as with everyone she does have her downside, one of them is her vanity to her hair, her crowning glory she calls it. Also she can be pretty fickle and her choices wander as much as her feet do.
Weapons:
Skilled with a bow and arrow, and some skill with a hand and a half sword. Her hand to hand combat however is reduced to tavern brawling with a bit of luck thrown in.
Bio:
Born into the Bal'taang clan Sariyu from an early aged was immersed in the way of life of the traveling trader. Her father a known dealer of sturdy and hardy mountain horses schooled all this children in the way or the merchant and horse dealer. The middle child of five Sariyu quickly became the family odd ball, finding no intrest in the merchants way of life, but instand glorified the caravan guards. Her only saving grace was the passion she shared for the horses they bought and sold at market. She spent the winters of her child hood in the Dovsary vally in the Juuthwan mountains, seeking to ward of boredom Sariyu spend her free time fighting off the warriors of her imagination, and occasionally brawling with her siblings.

As she grew older her parents started to give way and allowed her to do small shifts within the caravan guard, until her 18th birthday when she received her full tribal, signifying she was an adult member of her tribe. However she found this to be a double edged sword. Her parents prompted her to marry and settle down, give up her nonsense and childish games of warrior. They were merchants! Sariyu held off her parents wishes for three years until one day as they were crossing through mountains that she saw a village ravaged and burned by the war that had been looming. Sariyu saw her escape.

After many long and loud agruments with her parents she finally convinced them that she wanted to serve in the Queens Guard. The task would get her away from her clans expecting eye and allow for her to find a place for herself. Giving up her hard won place in the guard and the love of her family. Arrving at the capitol city her eyes full of glory and honor, Sariyu takes the steps twards her future.

Name: Akaris Er'vori
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: Akaris is a bull of a man, just over 6'6 he has a massive barrel chest and a deep laugh. A blonde beard falls halfway down his chest to match shoulder length shaggy blonde hair. Arms as thick as some men's torso's and heavy set legs, he towers overs most other men. Two blue eyes gaze out of the tanned scarred face with a fierce and challenging gaze. Still considered handsome he is the most stubbornly single noble in the Youl’ina court.
Personality: Akaris is a rarity amongst generals, he doesn't play the political game and yet he still holds his rank. A straight shooter, he is known to offer his honest opinion on anything, damned the person who doesn't agree. Generally soft spoken for a man his size he can roar with the best of them in the heat of a battle.
Alliance: Youl’ina
Title: General
Weapon(s) of choice: A massive two handed battle axe is his choice of weapon.
History/Background: Akaris joined the military when he was 16, it was that or prison for the murder of a shop keeper. His tough persona however and sheer determination propelled him through the ranks. It is since the great war has begun that he has risen to the rank of General, in command of one of the few Youl’ina fighting units to be having much success, the Frontier Wolves. A vicious heavy infantry unit they are the core of the Youl’ina shock troops. He has no aspirations now save to crush the enemies of his homeland.

Name: Bei’nu ji’ena
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Vampyre
Physical Description: Still looking in his prime, Bei’nu is a tall man with a powerful presence, more for his stance and his intense stare than his physic. With raven-black hair, a pale complexion, and clear grey eyes, he can be seen as both handsome and frightful simultaneously.
Personality: A man of nightmares, Bei’nu is fearful of what he is, and while accomplished in battle and warfare, he is forced to wonder what to attribute to those accomplishments, and often questions the morality of using his said talents in battle. Both proud and loyal to his homeland, Bei’nu finds the will to fight only in the knowledge that what he is doing is protecting his land and people. His largest fear is succumbing to his thirst for blood and turning his back on the land for which he has fought for so very long. It’s been noted that Bei’nu often seems contemplative and attacks often at the last possible moment.
Alliance: Youl’ina
Title: General
Weapon(s) of choice: Bei’nu utilizes a Chain whip, a whip consisting of several metal links with a spike at the end of it. Adept at using this complex weapon, he still uses it in battle, though that is not often now that he is general.

While he can use other weapons, and has been seen doing so, Bei'nu is rarely seen wielding any other weapon.

History/Background: Bei’nu claims to remember nothing before the day that he woke as a vampire. Even after this point, little is known about him other than what he chooses to reveal. Officially,he was recruited into the army after being ambushed and, in a seemingly miraculous victory, emerged relatively unscathed. Having no known family, Bei’nu devoted himself to the cause of those whom he saw as his saviors-- those who had given his life a meaning of sorts. Having a strategic mind, he quickly rose through the ranks, excelling in both combat and command. The actual events and circumstances of his past, however, are uncertain. All that can be proved is that Bei'nu is true to his country, though the reasons for which can only be speculated. While never seen eating, he is known to disappear, often for days and sometime even weeks at a time.

Name: Liendar Kahn
Age: 23 (nominally)
Gender: Male
Race: Nephilim (half-angel, half-human)
Physical Description: Slight of build and very thin, his scant weight is a paternal legacy. Short for his gender (5' 3"), Liendar has white-blond, curly hair that, no matter how cropped he keeps them, look unruly and ruffled. His skin is almost translucent due to its pale nature and bright blue eyes, which he keeps half-closed most of the time. He usually wears a gray long-sleeved shirt, thigh length purple coat that stays buttoned in most circumstances, and black pants and boots.
Personality: stoic, observant, somewhat icy, perfectly polite, soft-spoken (never talks above a whisper), calm, practical, wry, determined, patient, loyal
Alliance: Errachim
Title: General
Weapons of Choice:
Plain silver ring on left hand middle finger capable of producing blinding flashes of light.

Rapier, with a scene of Lucifer being cast from Heaven on the guard and the image of a single wing running down the flat of the blade, terminating at the tip (one on each side), capable of producing searing winds of unknown proportion.

Numerous small knives hidden on his person. No one’s been able to count them, but they bear no magical abilities.

History: Child of a Fallen angel and a human mother, Liendar has a longer life-span than most, and is remarkably resilient with, say, a knife to the ribs, if given time to recover. He doesn’t let on just how old he really is, and he makes attempts to get close to him very difficult by speaking only rarely on his past—when he speaks at all. All that’s been pieced together is that he, his mother, and his younger, human half-brother lived contentedly on a farm before Liendar joined the army. Noted for his infamously level head, he rose through the ranks to become general. Is also infamously noted for his imperviousness to feminine charms. Or any personal charms, for that matter.
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Name: Chen’ming Fyiwota-qen
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Straight, chin length brown hair. Wide brown eyes. Small for his age. Often wears a green and white robe with white pants, both of which tend to swallow him up. Has a distaste for shoes of any kind.
Personality: Naïve. Curious. Tries to solemn and serious, but often fails. Enjoys laughing (almost hysterically) and sleeping. Doesn’t quite understand everything that’s going on around him. Adores his two protectors (his mother and Liendar). Sometimes has abrupt, violent outbursts. Is in denial about his father’s death.
Alliance: New Errachim
Title: Emperor of New Errachim
Weapons of choice: None (so far….)
History/Background: Raised in the lap of luxury for almost seven years, Chen’ming finds himself in unusual circumstances. He never really believed that his father was gone, and will follow any possible way if he thought that his father would be waiting at the end. The sudden move to a strange land terrifies him a little, but he resolves to be like Mama and Liendar and take it all in stride. He senses that a lot of weight will soon be on his little shoulders and wants to delay it for as long as he can.