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Name: Krolen Pik
Age: 34
Class: Master-at-arms
Occupation: Mercenary
Description: Krolen, for 34, appears slightly young. He has olive-colored skin which is thick from traveling under hot sun with minimal armor. His hair, which had turned gray when he was only 15, is kept in a ponytail to a length below his shoulders. With a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, growing short to his face, he holds himself with dignity wherever he goes. Though he lacks any outwardly visible scars, he does have a discoloration below his left eye, which is brown, even though his right eye is hazel. Though he is strong enough to perform the difficult duties of his job, he lacks the bulging muscles present in most members of his class. He is content to wear simple leather pants and shirt, though he wears pauldrons of chain mail. A cloak on his right side covers most of his weapons.
Background: Krolen was born in a small town not even mentioned on the maps. He had the unusual fortune of being raised solely by his mother, as his father had been killed by bandits before he was born. His mother, however, made a substantial living as a...woman of the night. Growing to despise the many drunken figures who often came into his house at odd times (often stopping to administer a random beating), Krolen became a killer at the age of 9. His own mother drove him from his home, more to save face than actually punish him. It was his fortune that he happened upon a rare sight: a traveling caravan passing through town. With the caravan, he made friends with a soldier, under whom he served as an illegal squire. When he turned twenty-five, he headed out as a mercenary, however when his first job called for the assassination of a priest, he realized that he would have to be careful who he worked for. He currently is looking for work, though not desperate as he has enough money to last him two months.
County of Origin: Chausettes
Other: Krolen is not particularly religious, and certainly doesn't know of any sort of impending world destruction, however being a mercenary requires one to keep one's eyes and ears open to all sorts of rumors. He has prayed on occasion, more as a "just-in-case" than a sincere offering. Though Krolen travels alone, he is not a stereotypical "lone wolf." Rather, he is capable of being just as comfortable alone as he is being with others. It just so happens to be easier to move when one travels alone.


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Name: Anthony McBraney
Age: 70
Class: Air elementalist
Occupation: Wandering Scholar
Description: Anthony McBraney is an elderly man who, though lacking a physical hunch, walks with a slight limp due to age and old injuries. His weathered skin has a great number of wrinkles, yet they are not necessarily set into hardened creased. With numerous moles on the right hand side of his body, he tends to stand with his left side facing whoever he speaks to. Considering that most elderly mages let their long hair down, it could be considered odd that Anthony has extremely short hair, which remains more salt-and-pepper than white. His eyes are a sharp blue color which almost phosphor in the darkness.
Background: Anthony was raised in Rosewood as the fifth child of seven boys. Often sent on firewood gathering trips or hunting missions, he had a great opportunity to commune with nature. Though he was not capable of affording the schooling he desired, he was able to work for several neighbors in town for pay. He barely scraped enough to travel to Tymos, where he was lucky enough to work for a nobleman as a servant. For many years he trained as an elementalist, and because of his labor was respected as not only a powerful elementalist, but also a physically powerful man. Teaching at the academy where he had learned for many years, Anthony retired at the age of sixty, and has since spent his money wisely travelling the land in search of further knowledge. Unfortunately, his name makes him unwelcome in many towns, so he travels through the backwaters and less-worn roads.
County of Origin: Rosewood
Other: Anthony has learned enough to respect both the Gods and the Godhunters. He is older than the recent wave of hatred against the cause, and as such is careful of changes. Whenever possible, he tries to perform small tributes (and even has a few connections with the religious underground), but if confronted, would never stand in defense of the group. His love is reserved for knowledge, not for power but for its own sake.