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✠ Dorian Nefelibata ✠ Female ✠ 25 ✠ Sea lion ✠ S class ✠
A long limbed, lanky, brown skinned woman with a shock of weather beaten flaxen hair, that reaches just past her ears, and sits out from her head as if in permanent hat hair. Her right eye is a dark brown, her left eye is an empty socket, scarred several times. She has a passive, apathetic look about her, and mainly wears a long travelling cloak with a high collar. Between the length of the cloak, the way it covers her entirely from front to back, and the collar that reaches just past her nose, not much is typically visible of Dorian. She wears a faded, battered, witch's hat, the brim of which curves down to cover her left eye socket. Under her cloak, which she rarely removes, she wears a white, short sleeved shirt, the first three buttons usually undone, plain brown trousers, grey braces and hard wearing black boots. Her right ear is pierced with a dangling jewel.
Often found deep in her own hebetude, Dorian doesn't say much, stoic and distant until the end. She is not impolite or aloof intentionally (thought this often appears to be, being very very honest, forgetful and hard to engage in anger or happiness) she just believes that her actions speak for herself. She lives in a world of her own, a day dreamer, seemingly completely unmotivated and impossible to focus. She doesn't like working in a team, but is not antisocial, per say, she just likes her own peace and quiet. She's got a killer poker face (though most of the time you can't see most of her face) but is compassionate and thoughtful. She's surprisingly rebellious and lives by her own rules, often criticized as a child for being lazy and insubordinate, which she is, in fairness. A gentle and kind young woman who can be a bit of a lone wolf, but enjoys guild life immensely and, even if she isn't partaking in it, likes to just be around the hustle and bustle of other people. Her guild tattoo is at her left collar bone and is a dark rusty red.
She was raised in the guild, it's all she's ever really known, and was always quiet, a little creepy as a child, collecting bird bones and staying out late at night on her own. On her first S Class mission, she lost her eye to a rogue wizard and after that, started covering herself up. The empty eye socket scared children, so she got the hat, and she began to become self conscious of people staring, so she got the cloak. She would not, however, have a replacement eye, feeling that the action of not replacing it would speak loudest of all her actions.
✠ Disassembly magic, she never took a second magic, far too much effort for her. She's strong enough with one anyway, she feels. She's a witch of large strength, being S Class, but hates fighting, and is the most noncompetitive person you'll ever meet. She doesn't like hand-to-hand combat, but is a good fighter when pushed, considering her blind side. ✠
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✠ Kala Sloane ✠ Female ✠ 16 ✠ Sea lion ✠ Regular ✠
Slightly small, but built, Kala is a dark skinned, dark haired girl with sharp grey eyes and a very pointy nose. She keeps her long hair back off her face using a faded pink bandanna, has thick eyebrows and full lips. She wears a woolen, long sleeved pale green dress, white apron, cream tights and sturdy brown boots. She isn't one for being overly feminine, though secretly, she does love girly things. Her face is heart shaped and she has dimples when she smiles, though this doesn't happen often. She never seems to get too warm, despite the rainforest conditions and her heavy dress, she wears what is tough to cut in battle. If she wanted to be completely practical, she would wear trousers, but her secret admiration for feminine beauty has snuck in and she is never out of her plain, worn dress. Her guild mark is white and on the back of her right hand, though she's left handed.
Stalwart, testy and serious, Kala is usually seen with a frown on her face and a job add in her hand. She's hardworking and dedicated to whatever cause she sets her heart too, but extremely cynical, sarcastic and full of contempt to whatever she so much as vaguely dislikes. There's no one more stubborn then her in the entire city, once her mind is made up, all arguments fall deaf on her ears. She isn't comfortable relaxing or goofing around, and is very mature, which is good, but doesn't seem to know how to have fun, which is bad. She wouldn't be the most popular witch in town, due to her lack of humor and her indefatigable rage when riled. She doesn't like fighting for fun, and thinks that using magic frivolously is a waste, it should be saved for jobs and fights. Kala is intelligent and confident, and when she does make a friend or two, there is no one more loyal. She tends to admire strong leader-like figures and likes her society governed and protected.
Initially from the desert, Kala is the only magic user in her family, and this love for magic came from her love to read. Kala is a total Bibliophile, and is rarely seen without a book in her hand, and when she was younger, there were no books she loved more then those of mages. She's largely self taught, and when she realised she had a talent for magic, she set off to find the nearest guild she could. She did check out Flaming Scorpion, but didn't want to settle for the first one she came to, and traveled further to Sea Lion, where she decided to join about two years ago.
✠ Palm magic is her main magic, Kala likes to fight up close and personal, and is a formidable foe when she backs you into a corner. Athletic and tough, she fights with an open-palm style rather then punches. Her secondary magic is teleportation, though she still learning this, having picked it up when she joined the guild. ✠
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✠ Farrell Parisa Alate ✠ Male ✠ 21 ✠ Sea Lion ✠ This was the character I was thinking of for Innkeeper? I honestly wouldn't feel comfortable making him a female character, gender bends aren't really my thing. I know that traditionally females play the maternal, domestic role, but I don't see the big deal in having a guy as one? So if you're deadset on a female innkeeper, then just add him as a regular. ✠
Lissom, tall and flexible, Farrell has very dark skin and a slightly rounded face and squashed nose. The hair along the side of his head is black and shaved down close to the scalp, but the hair on top of his skull is a lavender grey and has been left to grow long and curly. He dresses dapperly, a white pinstripe shirt, a black silk waistcoat, black slacks with a neat press down the middle and black and white men's spats. His ears are pierced, tiny purple stones in both, as is his septum, with a neat black ring. He's toned, but lean, skinny at first glance, but on closer inspection, could hold his own in a fight. There's a neat white scar running the length of his right arm, from his thumb to his shoulder, a memento of his first mission, and the cause of his fear of needles. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder blade and is a purple colour.
Eloquent and earnest, Farrell likes to think of himself as the life of any party. He's friendly and affable, open minded and fun loving. He likes big parties and bright people, anyone who knows how to have a good time, as he himself is flamboyant and a bit of a flirt. He's chatty, and catty for that, a terrible gossip and extremely camp, a very effeminate man, with pet names for just about everyone. He tends to hide more sensitive emotions behind a facade where he pretends not to care about what others think of him, but takes what is said about him to heart, and because of this refusal to deal with his own emotions, can be prone to breakdowns and repression. He's a huge hypocrite in this sense, because when it comes to others, he's very emotionally intelligent, protective and gives good advice. Despite doing everything he can to appear a heartless, materialistic party goer, Farrell has a big heart, and is observant, generous and passionate, with a love for The Arts and shopping.
Farrell has no natural talent with magic, and doesn't really like fighting, unless it's a friendly match or, the exact opposite, a revenge showdown. He came to this town with his father as a young boy to work as a carpenter, there was no work at their old home and they were forced to move. He'd never seen a magic guild before, and the more they worked and passed there, the more fascinated he grew, until it was clear he wanted to become a mage. His father stills lives in the town.
✠ His magic is Fairy Magic, something that suits his ostentatious and feminine personality. He also possess a pair of insect wings at his shoulder blades, and has special slits in his shirt to let them out. He's more of a ranged fighter, and uses a slender wand to help direct his attacks. His backup is Phasing magic, though he has real trouble with this, and has flown into a wall more then once ✠
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✠ Enfys Kelphie ✠ Male ✠ 18 ✠ Outsider ✠ Regular ✠
He tries not to drag much attention to himself, and seems to have mastered the art of being able to slip out of view. He's pale and bony, thin hazel eyes behind half-moon, thinly framed glasses. His ears have a peculiar point, which he has grown his hair out to try and hide. He has high cheekbones and a roman nose, everything about him is sharp, everything has an edge. His hair is vermilion in colour with white tipped edges, brushed back off his face and usually not touched by a comb. He doesn't care much for fashion, and wears faded blue jeans, tan Chelsea boots, a loose white t-shirt and a large burgundy hoodie. His fingers are scared with burns along the tips and edges of them, from when he was learning his fire magic, and he has a small scar cutting his upper lip.
Enfys is an intensely private person, often needing some measure of personal space and has a hard time bonding with others, he likes his own private spaces and hates meeting new people. Mainly, Enfys is frosty, curious, and teasing in his manner, arrogant and off putting to people he doesn't know. He isn't good at fighting or most athletic activities, and can throw fits or refuse to do things because of this. He hates large crowds, and would never admit to the fact he has severe shyness when it comes to speaking in front of people, and it's mainly this fear and awkwardness that leads to his harsh personality, not meanness. He's constantly adapting to his surroundings, able to thrive in even the harshest circumstances, Enfys is an incredibly robust guy, even if he doesn't look it. He's snarky, crafty and quick thinking, though not always the most conventionally intelligent and certainly not the most socially aware, but bright and good at surviving.
Enfys has been on the run for many years now, but has settled in this tiny town. His older sister, Ziazan, was always very protective of him, they didn't have much money, and Enfys was an easy target for bullies. The pressure of living in an impoverished home, and having a mother who just lay around all day and refused to work, eventually got to Ziazan, who worked from the moment she could stand. Three years ago, Ziazan killed her mother in a fit of rage after the woman smacked Enfys. Terrified of going to jail, both of them ran, Ziazan determined to keep her brother safe, but Enfys was too scared of her now, and ran away from her one night. He has no idea where she is now, and is scared of what she may do if she ever sees him again.
✠ His main magic is the noncombatant magic Archive, he likes being organized and in control of his affairs, he also uses it to document all the people he's met who've given him trouble (though most of these people are saved with names like 'blond guy' or 'scary snake person'). His secondary magic is Rainbow fire, which he learnt out of a necessity to get by. ✠
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