Full Name: Gwendolan Avaria Lorelle
Avatar Name: Gwendolan
Titles: The Neutral
Primary Soul: Paladin
Secondary Soul: Reaver
Tertiary Soul: Champion
Race: Human (Mathosian)
Date of Birth: Was in her 30's before her death.
Hair: Short and ebony
Eyes: Emerald green
Weight: Toned, as she fights melee.
Place of Residence: Silverwood
Place of Birth: Mathosia
Relatives: Valendran (brother) is unaware that he has Ascended as well.
Aderrick (Late husband)
Veraela (Late daugher, as far as she knows).
Enemies: Regulos, Cultists, etc.
Allies: Generally everyone else until given reason not to see them as such.
Crafting: IC: Mining
Fashion of Choice: Black attire. Usually in her Yuletide dress.
Armor of Choice: Plate.
Weapons of Choice: Sword and shield.
Special Abilities: None at the moment.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Motivations: Completing all she needs to by the Vigil so that she may rest with her husband.
Disposition: Calm and understanding. Tries to be a matron to all she comes across, but is still modest.
Outlook: Believes everything happens for a reason.
Religion/Philosophy: Reveres Tavril, but loves all of the Vigil.
Positive Personality Traits: Good listener, empathic, matronly.
Negative Personality Traits: Old-fashioned.
Likes: Inns, tea and music.
Favorite Foods: Meat and potatoes kind of gal.
Favorite Drinks: Wine and tea.
Favorite Colors: Black
Gwendolan was married to Aderrick Mansaran, and they had a daughter named Veraela. During the war she took arms along with her husband, much against his desire. Like all Ascended, she died but was brought back for her might. The fate of her family is unknown to anyone else but her and her brother, whom she is unaware is still alive.
She currently works with the Vigil in stopping Regulos and trying to attain tranquility in Telara.
Full Name: Cataris conDoin
Avatar Name: Cataris
Titles: The Lich
Primary Soul: Warlock
Secondary Soul: Necromancy
Tertiary Soul: Archon
Date of Birth: 17th of the Second Seed, 1278
Height: 6ft 2"
Weight: 165 pounds
Place of Residence: None
Place of Birth: Northern Aegis, conDoin Keep.
Relatives: All deceased.
Enemies: The Kingdoms of Asulon
Appearance: He appears to be a thin, frail old man of his face, though when he removes his robes, he is visibly muscular and well buit. His left eye is white due to being blinded by fire. The left portion of his face is heavily scarred due to flames and most of his hair on his left side of his head is gone. Even without all the scarring, he is a rather ugly human with a large nose that bends downwards drastically, his right eyebrow rather bushy while he has no left eyebrow. He wears black robes with an orange pin, he usually has a hood to hide his face within.
Fashion of Choice: Dark robes and hood.
Armor of Choice: None
Weapons of Choice: None
Special Abilities: None
Alignment: Neutral evil
Motivations: His own personal survival, advance his knowledge of the arcane and to sow death into those whom bring him despair through the reminder of his dead wife and daughter.
Disposition: Depressed, lonely, sinister, chronic liar.
Outlook: He cares little for life, if it means for him to be friendly to gain allies to better his chances of survival, he will wear his mask of happiness, yet deep down his very core is corrupt. He knows little of this knew world, he can predict it's doom as Aegis had fell from far less mighty beings. He will do as he must to prevent his own death by defending this new realm he has fallen upon.
Religion/Philosophy: Om'echan. A tier of greater and lesser Gods. He knows little of the Vigil and does not know that Om'echan is simply false gods, yet he strongly believes in them. ]
Positive Personality Traits: Willing to defend the realm, even though it is for his own survival
Negative Personality Traits: Depressive, liar, sinister, evil, short-tempered, stubborn.
Misc. Quirks: During battle, he will gain a bloodlust and will not stop, screaming in fury and rage as he tears a body to shreds, screaming in fury over the loss of his dead loved ones. He will torture those not yet dead during his bloodlust, not letting them die and prolonging their deaths.
Likes: The knowledge of the Arcane, torturing of others, the suffering of others, battle.
Dislikes: Those whom show affection, loving couples, the memory of his life with his now-long-dead wife and daughter.
Favorite Foods: None, he cannot taste flavour.
Favorite Drinks: None, he could drink piss if he had to, he cannot taste.
Favorite Colors: He prefers the Blue and Black of his House's banner.
Hobbies: Necromancy, studying.
Theme Songs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WskRA...eature=related
Cataris was born in the far Northern wastes of Aegis, living out his childhood in a small village with his brother and mother. The destruction of his House had left them all poor, his mother forced to prostitution. At the age of 9, his Mother was killed during her 'job'. Elgon was taken away to squire for a Knight of Oren, whilst Cataris was left to be taken away by a Steward, both Knight and Steward served the conDoin house. By the age of 21, he was a Lt. of the Oren Guard, he served during the Siege of Kal'Bryst where he earned his infamous scar. An Undead Necromancer had thrown a fireball directly to his face. By 22 he defended the Kingdom at the capital of Al'Khazar, where the Great King Pompoa Perea died defending his Wife from the Undead High Prophet and Undead Overlord.
After the death of the King, he left the Oren guard to be shortly apprenticed by the Arcane Mage of the Mages Guild. Throughout the next few years he would make lifetime friends at the local inn and ultimately fall in love. Together they had a baby, Ashlee. At 24, his daughter's life was taken by an Undead Necromancer during a small-scale attack on the local town by the Mages Tower. He and his wife grew into a state of depression. At 25, Cataris led an attack on a bandit camp with his wife beside him, during the fight in the main hall, he was knocked out to be woken up by Sir Arthur Dwayne, he found his wife lying in a pool of blood with Jon Bucklebolt beside her, holding her hand. Cataris lifted her up as she died in her arms, finally crushing whatever spirit he had in him. Throughout his life he had served honorably in battle against the Undead, during the campaigns of Snowy Fields, of Alstion and Winterfall.
Cataris conDoin, at the age of 39, he was a lonely, depressed man. He soon received news of his twin brothers demise in battle against the Undead in Snowy Fields just before the city fell. That night Cataris conDoin committed suicide.
6 years later, his eyes awakened once more, his blood felt different, where was he? He couldn't see a thing, it was pitch black. Suddenly the casket opened and the world opened up to him, he was dead, laying in a coffin. The Undead High Prophet and Undead Overlord stood hovering over him, something felt different, he felt powerful, he felt... furious yet he also had a sense of obedience, even to those whom he strived to destroy. Something was wrong. The Overlord and High Prophet performed a series of rituals and incantations. As the sun rose, he was no longer the man he once was, this man was not only depressed and without hope, he was given a new motivation, to destroy every living thing he could find.
Unlike the other Undead, he was a Lich. An outsider amongst their ranks, yet the most powerful of them. He slew many men left and right, crushing the Princedom of Malinor's Sister City single-Handley, destroying ElvenDale and the Whispering Isles. He continued his rampage South as he reaped destruction, yet this was not he whom controlled himself, from behind the curtains the Overlord orchestrated all his movements and doings. Suddenly the people of Aegis fled the world through a portal, to Asulon. The Undead were suddenly defeated by Champions of each race. It was too good to be true, Cataris was given a sense of freedom once more, that motivation to kill everything shrinked away, yet the very core of his being was already far too corrupted.
He fled to Asulon, keeping hs hood up to hide his face, seeking shelter under trees, living the life that of a homeless. His attempts of suicide were fruitless, somehow he would not die, he would simply return once more. He created a portal, naught he knew of where it would lead, he only hoped it would lead to somewhere far away from the haunting memories of his past life. He took a step into the portal to find himself in a new realm, cannons fired in the distance as rifts tore open in the very sky. The portal closed behind him and he knew, this was perhaps the worst mistake he had made. He had no way of recreating the portal here, no way to get back home, his only survival was to defend this new home from whatever it was that he saw break open from the very heavens themselves.
Primary Soul: Riftblade
Secondary Soul: Paragon
Tertiary Soul: Void Knight
Date of Birth: Third Day of the Seventh Moon (approx. 40 years before the Rifts)
Age: Biologically 28
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Light Tan
Height: Tall (between 5'10 and 6'2)
Weight: ca. 195 lbs.
Place of Residence: None
Place of Birth: : Unknown
Relatives: None known to be living
Enemies: Dragon Cultists (primarily the Endless Court), Guardians
Allies: Defiant, Freemarch Wardens
Guild: Tales of Ascension
Occupation: Wandering Adventurer
Crafting: Mining, Foraging, Butchery
Appearance: A young Eth male, quiet and calm. A solid build and unkempt hair, along with deep green eyes. A noticeable tan has appeared from years of desert travel, but the overcast climate of Freemarch has tempered it.
Armor of Choice: Sturdy, dependable plate
Weapon of choice: Swords and axes, but a mace will do in a pinch
Alignment: Neutral Good-ish
Motivations: Discovery/Adventure, Service, Achievement
Disposition: Calm and Stoic, mostly; angry when provoked
Outlook: Reserved, conscientious, inquisitive
Religion/Philosophy: Secular humanism (or sapientism)--the Vigil has abandoned Telara, and mortals must make their own fate.
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, tolerant, impartial
Negative Personality Traits: Secretive, reclusive, slightly impulsive
Misc. Quirks: Enjoys nature walks, watching the movement of people in a crowded marketplace
Likes: Mountain and lake views, sprawling cities
Dislikes: Sharp noises, undead, abrasive people
Favorite Colors: Green, silver, tan
History: Amid the bright sands of the south, Delanen learned magic and swordplay from his elders. He was impatient as a youth, spending his free time using his skills to hunt animals or unlucky bandits. Yearning for a larger world, he became a mercenary, and went north to join Orphiel Farwind and his Eth and Bahmi army in support of Aedraxis Mathos. Due to an ill-timed charge, he found himself surrounded by Mathosians loyal to Zareph and only managed to kill three of the wretches before he felt his neck open.
The next thing he knew, he fell onto a metal floor, freshly emerged from the resurrection machines as a Defiant Ascended. Since returning to life and the present-day, Delanen has noticed that his magic has increased while his mind has several blank spots of his life before the Shade. While he throws himself into battle against the rifts and the Guardians, he is now a bit more cautious, focusing his second life on remembering who he was and who he will become.