Johnny is an old spy from the FFT and overall nice guy. He has a fondness for smoking and whiskey and is a bit protective of Corra.

Corra has a predisposition with mirrors and is a rouge with a spitfire attitude and an air of inhuman and supernatural quality (neagative chi). She is the former lover of Johnny and has died and been brought back to life by Jhya.

Six is a pragmatic assassin that works for Johnny.

Dante is a spy for the FFT and is acting in service of Johnny.

Festus was the head of the Burgoine family crime syndacate. Previously He was well received by the local population and was not a wanted man. Even the nobility respected Festus as a necessary evil. Festus had a reputation that he did not accrue wealth but instead spent all of his money on good will in the city, earning him a sizable reputation. Recently both of his sons died due to suspected foul play during the riots, the same day, Festous was appointed to the position of Burgomaster by Senator Bismuthe to replace Burgomaster Todd who was also killed in the riots.
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Fotolio is the brother of Festus and notable wanted criminal in the city.

Lady Vissendor is the wife of Lord Vissendor, the Senator of Brewing and Winery. She runs the Southside Winery and fraternizes with Festus.

Kimly is the doorman at the winery and "gopher" prodigy of Festus.

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Alan


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A talented climber, acrobat, and thief, Alan is a slim man, who lives by Festus' rule of non-violence. It isn't that he is particularly pacifist in his attitudes; he's simply not strong enough to do any damage, and has a very low tolerance for pain or discomfort when not on the job. He's a talented man, and a kind one, smart as a whip, though not as smart as Jericho. He's worked with the organization since he was a little kid, starting as a pickpocket trained by Thrule.


Capricious : Mischievous. Level-headed.
motto : Don't give a sucker an even break.

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Jericho


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The Brains of the outfit, Jericho can think himself out of a box, given enough time. He's the one that covers planning, negotiations, and tactics, even though he doesn't run the crew. He's a decent man with a billy club, but he prefers sitting down and talking things out, buying favors, or just running to fighting. He was the first man Gregory met when he came to the city, and he introduced him into the organization. Jericho is good friends with Gregory, but he is a bit afraid of him due to his own weak will and lack of confidence. Jericho did a bid when he was just a kid in Stormrend for something he didn't do... sure nobody in jail ever "did it", but he really didn't. As a result he was kind of made a criminal in jail and when he got out he left for the capital because he couldn't deal with the treatment he got in his hometown.

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Urgruk


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Urgruk is the heavy lifter and all around intimidation. Although everyone knows not to mess with Gregory, sometimes it's good just to have a nasty looking orc around. Makes people think twice. Usually Urgruk comes around the first time Gregory visits someone to have a talk with them, hoping that Urgruk's presence might just help inspire them to be more cooperative, but in truth, Gregory himself is far more dangerous, though Urgruk has smashed a few faces in his day... still they try and avoid that as if anyone talked it could mean Urgruk would be executed as a violent slave. Urgruk actually belongs to Lady Vissendor but she lets Gregory use him and in exchange they both stay out of her hair. Urgruk isn't stupid though, he's actually pretty smart, but he doesn't let most people know that. He used to be a sailor in the FFT which is why he and Greg bond so well. Urgruk doesn't mind being a "slave" because in actuality he lives like a king if you ask him.

Mudjik is a crippled hobgoblin slave, his left arm is deformed, his back is slightly hunched and he's perpetually nasally congested. He serves loyally to Festus but is Lady Vissendor's slave by right and runs the front end of the Spirit of Tormauz.

Daryl is the owner/operator of the red roof inn. He mostly stays out of his customers personal business and ironically works as a member of the volunteer militia but hates "the law". He also clings to a sense of duty and honor and a strong sense of individuality.

Lita is Daryl's wife and primary shop keeper, she has started learning to speak elven being that they have more elven clients lately so a good exercise to keep her mind busy.

Goruk is the slave orc child that is treated as an adopted son by the Omnitov family. Goruk cannot speak.

Sprinkle was befriended by Corra out of desperation, she wanted to leave the city but got involved in the cloak and dagger affairs of the party which got her killed accidentally by Jhya and buried in a grove outside the city.

William Tiny Bluew is the gigantic bruiser at the house of joy. He hideously scarred and provides protection for all the girls that work their.

Madame Ophelia Bluew is the no nonsense madame of the House of Joy. She takes in girls and gives them opportunities but she is very shrewd and has a habit of maneuvering herself so that anyone who crosses her will be at disadvantage.

Rita Ray was one of Tommy Burgoine's whores, most notably his prettiest. Like all of Billy's girls she had a drug problem, but that all ended when Jimmy Burgoine captured her and Cherry Blossom. Cherry was roughed up, but Rita didn't make it out with her life. Her death was tragic to Billy and Cherry. Cherry went on an expensive drug bender and Tommy became depressed. Rita's death resonated a lot with the local working girls and made them even more afraid of Jimmy.

Cherry is an old friend of Jhya's, but more of a burden than anything. She's an addict and shameless prostitute of Tommy's. She very much has all kinds of issues and is considered to be a dreg of society.

Piotre and Vermoon are the twins.

Cardinal Boothe is the new Cardinal from the last of the Pristine Empire.

Saule is the old cardinal from Tormauz.

Captain Pierce approached Invictus and offered him a chance to lead a new war wizard unit.

Recently indoctrinated Head of Templars

Leandra is best known as the wife of Jebb. She's very protective of him and uses her healing magics to keep him alive, hopefully long enough to effect positive change in the country he loves. Leandra is notable for having a nasty confrontation with Corra and really really dislikes her.

An apparent Ally of Festus, known to be a senator of some kind. She has some minor supernatural presence to those that can sense it.

The Margrave of the Ranger division in Tormauz Capital city. She was known to have her family killed by Invictus' father many years ago.

Brok Durgen Served at Eagle Peak fifteen years ago and aided in the last efforts against the orc invaders before they regrouped as the new Horde. Brok Served under Arid Von Audrite faithfully for ten years and then left for the capital where his services were requested. Over the next five years he rose to become the Margrave of the city. Five years ago he married Cyandra, also formerly of Eagle Peak. Brok is a sword and shield master and was the final contestant VS Saffire the elven fire elementalist in the royal competition set forth to attempt to find a new king through combat.

The national treasure and epic philosopher Jebb is one of the most valuable people in the country short of a few select heroes.

Runs the University and takes care of supernatural matters within the city, also headed up the former war wizard division. He is Invictus' master.

Senator Bismuthe, the chief banker of the kingdom, wealthiest man in the country.

Soldiers are part of the regular army, they are commonly known to carry shortswords or spears, wear chain and sometimes have bucklers. They are funded directly by the church though some are loyal to Festus. They wear the capital colors of black and red when in uniform and bear the mark of the phoenix.

I serve drinks and food.

I am a typical bar wench.

I am a generic paladin templar of the Church of XYZ. I bear the holy cross in red on my white tabard.

I am a generic priest of the Church of XYZ

I am an exotic dancer, server and escort.

I am a Tormauz militia volunteer, I do this for no pay because I love my country. I generally wear my street clothes, so most of us wear brown, but we do always bear the mark of the phoenix to denote ourselves as deputies. We aren't officials with any real power, but we are considered a very highly powered neighborhood watch. We are led by the two margraves, one for inside the city, the other for outside the city.

Invictus is a tall, lanky young man who does not cut an initimidating figure, yet there is a serious air about the young man and a look of determination. He usually appears in dress that is nice but not extravagant. One might assume he is some sort of lesser nobility or at least a child of a successful tradesman. Invictus is intensely private, especially in regard to his family or family background and makes it a point not to bring up the family history of those in his company.

He is the head of the new division of war wizards in Tormauz being funded by the Church of XYZ.

Mercury is a war wizard volunteer from West Tormauz who has recently arrived to assist with the recreation of the war wizards in the capital.

The capital city is land locked but has a sizable harbor on a massive lake. The boats here are all work boats though there is one small decommissioned galley. The Commadore works mostly with a fleet of citizen fisherman, though many are retired military. He is known to have been knighted by the old king before his passing and runs the day to day operations of the harbor.

I met Daeron and Invictus while fleeing the military, I was being chased by them presumably because my husband is coming after me. I was very angry at Invictus when he turned down my proposition.

The Elementary Schoolmaster

Kael is the most reputed nuetral messenger in the city and uses his wind sprite to travel the rooftops at exceptional speeds. He donates his coin to foster care in poor districts and the elementalist guildhall and speaks notably with a thick cockney accent.

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Character quote: "When does it need to get there?!"
Character Name: Kael
Height: 5' - 4"
Weight: 112 lbs
Apparent race: Human - Tormauzian
Apparent Age: Late teens / early twenties, though his size and weight (due to childhood malnourishment) might lead some to believe that he is 4 or 5 years younger.
Sex: Male
Hair description: thick, dark brown locks, cut unevenly to shoulder length.
Eyes: Green, shading towards blue-green in daylight
Skin: The healthy tan of someone who spends a decent amount of time under the open sky.
Clothing/specialty noticeable equipment description: Kael wears an antique Tormauz military uniform that he found in an abandoned attic - With a high collar (not pictured) and a military style several decades out of date, Kael initially raised eyebrows, but people have come to identify his ... unique... style with his task as a messenger, and wiser minds understand that it is a poor boy's attempted to acclaim his individuality. A further clue as to his calling is the mid-sized satchel which hangs on a strap that usually crosses his chest. A large knife and a few smaller pouches sit on his right hip.
Extra-Sensory Description: In mage sight, Kael is surrounded by a mystical aura of blowing winds - a powerful blue Grihl Sprite that shares his body and sees the world through his eyes. To empowered sight, important or emotional gestures seem to be accompanied by a small shimmer and zephyr of mana and mystical enegy.

Introductory description: The tiny teenager standing before you seems slight enough to be a scarecrow - the outdated military uniform sits loosely on his skin-and-bones frames, it's high collar buried beneath his thick, coarse, shoulder-length brown hair... When inside a building, green eyes dart around the area, scanning his surroundings from under heavy lids. Once under the open sky, his eyes seem to become bluer, and crinkle at the corners, as if the boy takes great joy in being in the outdoors. One hand rests easily, if protectively, on a courier's satchel that rests against his left hip and advertises his profession, though his whole body feels like a gently compressed string - not under tension, but ready to uncoil at a moment's notice.

At a second look, he may be older than he first seemed - There is the shadow of a youthful beard on his chin, and though his face lights up at the slightest provocation, his eyes carry something beyond childish innocence. Perhaps he would be attractive if he cleaned up and filled out, but between his thinness and his unkempt bearing, he manages not to turn many heads. Strangely, even though he seems rough around the edges (homeless? poor? perhaps just unaware of social mores?), he always smells fresh - of summer breezes and rain-damp roof tiles.

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Fildy is a middle-aged man of noble, direct, and no-nonsense demeanor. Few can bring him to good humor (and he does not drink at all anymore), though a handful of close friends can. He has quite cultured and sophisticated airs, but it is seemingly intrinsic to his nature, for he rarely is in the company of those similar and prefers not to be. He rather disdains nobility (in fact, he hates them for the most part and wouldn't trust them if his life depended on it) and keeps any conversation with non-friends to-the-point and straight-speaking. Even with friends he is down-to-earth and practical and not disposed to flights of fancy or idle speculations. When on a given project he is fairly possessed with it and single-minded in his devotion.

Flidy is a very busy man - in addition to being the functional right-hand man of Calemond and a firm believer and leader, he is in essence the deacon and handles finance and business where Calemond does not deal with it. He is quite skilled at this, perhaps as skilled as one can be at it, and enjoys it, all the more for that he believes in what he is doing and helping. He trusts Calemond implicitly as a friend and leader. Flidy as a believer is not known for speeches...his matter-of-fact droning style and dispassionate nature do not incline him to such, but he does hold what authority he has very well, and few would dare question him or his orders. His word, to anyone who knows or knows of him, is as gold as his touch.

Jeron has never been a man of many words. What he does say is well-heeded by those that know him, because it has to be important. His wisdom is seasoned by experience - a one-time marine, in his younger days before he entered service with Garthemel De'Camp he saw a good chunk of the world and all, as he'd put it, it 'didn't have to offer'. Under Garthemel he was quickly put on as ward and retainer of his young son Calderon, and remained with the man even as he became a priest and saw him grow up and watched what was left of him (from a tragic fire) buried. He sunk into depression after and turned to drinking until he met back up with the acquaintance of Flidy Trinholm and by extension met the budding priest Calemond. Finding inspiration again, he quickly became a staunch ally.

Among the group of Calemond and his compatriots, Jeron is the least well-humored...even compared to Flidy. No one has seen Jeron laugh, though some can detect a smile if they look very closely, occasionally, usually from some knowing exchange with Calemond. Kef and to a lesser extent, Jeffry, are fond of teasing Jeron, for the most part good-naturedly, on this issue - telling him jokes, or trying to get a rise out of him with comments on his age or the like. For his part Jeron rarely reacts, ignoring it, or giving a deadpan glare, with an occasional retort of some kind, never exactly humorous though Kef is uproarious about it all the same.

Jeron spends the majority of his time watching Calemond's back. He is single-mindedly devoted to making sure nothing happens to him, and looking out for things that could bring that about. He is fairly paranoid in this endeavor, and it is routine for Calemond to call him off from being too 'enthusiastic' about it or making the wrong assumption. In his older age, he is not quite as spry, but more than enough for most younger fools who might underestimate him. Among locals, he's recognized at times just for the days over the decades that he'd pick fights in bars, mainly with out of towners, just to 'stay loose'.

Kef is a guy everyone knows of if they don't know directly. Most of the 'knowings' are misconceptions and most peg him as irrelevant but tolerable. Some knew the truth, that really he was the grease of the city, a go-between, a middle-man of the sometimes obvious, mostly in-obvious. An altercation in recent years sent him deeper underground with mysterious allies...in the process making his perceived identity, in general, more shadowy and formidable. Though, curiously, there was no outward sign of a grudge for his near-death. But then 'outward signs' were something Kef was skilled at manipulating.

Kef is not a striking figure at first sight - indeed, he cultivates being in-obvious and average as much as he can (despite the added difficulty of facial scars). As soon as one interacts with him however, his demeanor becomes obvious: at first dark-seeming, often by equally-dark humor, he can quickly be disarming and pleasant to most folk, though subtly, best summed up as 'acceptable', and to the bad-humored, 'tolerable', and the last more-so than most. He tends to avoid strong reactions in others, even among killers and the flippant or ornery. Somehow, someway, 'he's ok'.

Jeffry was once a part of the City Watch and Militia and still maintains a lessened role there. Largely he met Calemond by chance (he knew of him somewhat being an acquaintance of Kef), and over weeks simply talked with him. This eventually led to him becoming a member of Calemond's Brotherhood, where he fast absorbed the doctrine and soared to being a leader. Bright, eager, and a charismatic man's man despite his youth, he was well-suited as a disciple though he tended to get over-enthusiastic at times. Calemond keeps a careful watch on the young man and pours all he can into him. Jeffry is one of the few of the Brotherhood who preaches other than Calemond, and in a way has a few disciples of his own among the younger members, which Calemond is quite happy to oblige understanding the need to see the doctrinal foundations spread, one day.

Jeffry is fairly easy to like, good-natured and outgoing despite any darkness in front of him or the people, sometimes even with a mischievous side. This was a trait of his before his 'mind was awakened to the truth', and was only made stronger after. At the same time there is an aura of a fighting man not to be trifled with - his hands are calloused from constant training with weaponry and his eyes don't fail to weigh and assess the capabilities of other warriors he meets.

Darius Finch's wife

Livia is Daryl Omnitov's half sister. She's a bartender at the Angry Eunoch and is a contact for Wynn

Character quote:
"What's the rush? Relax and appreciate the world around you."

Character Name:
Daeron Undoeth

Height:
6' 5"

Weight:
185 lbs.

Apparent race:
Elf

Apparent Age:
around 20

Apparent Sex:
Male

Hair description:
Long golden

Eyes description:
Clear blue

Skin description:
White

Description:
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The towering individual standing before you is taller than the average human. He stands about 6 and a half feet tall, and weighs just under 200 lbs. His cloak has a hood that is pulled up, obscuring most of his head from view. He has alabaster skin and piercing blue eyes. The occasional strand of golden hair straggles from the hood. There is a slight bulge underneath the cloak on his back, where he is carrying his pack. Additionally, underneath the cloak, he is wearing a loose tan shirt above brown breeches, held up with a leather belt. Hanging from the belt is a small brown pouch. In his hands, he carries an ornate staff. The staff is one of the most beautiful you have ever seen, with a winged figurehead you think could be an angel at the top set with a red stone as its torso. A large blue stone is also set just under the angelic ornament.

The towering individual standing before you could not be mistaken for anything other than an elf. He is taller than most humans; he stands about 6 and a half feet tall, and weighs just under 200 lbs. He has long ears and a regal bearing to his posture. His skin is like alabaster; his eyes are clear blue pools; and his long hair strands of gold that flow loose in the wind behind him reaching nearly his waist when at rest. His garments look expensive, something you might see on one of the lower class nobles. He wears a bright red robe and sash over a black undergarment with gold embroidery at the throat and hem. He wears a backpack over his shoulder, and a small pouch dangles from the sash at his waist. In his hands, he carries an ornate staff. The staff is one of the most beautiful you have ever seen, with a winged figurehead you think could be an angel at the top set with a red stone as its torso. A large blue stone is also set just under the angelic ornament.

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Daeron left for West Tormauz to seek a new life as a priest to help fight the corruption in the church of XYZ internally