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Character Biography's

These are the biographies of the characters taken. If not listed here, the character is open.

Name – Neyu

Age - 27

Gender –  Male

Family – Mother (Shanyna), Father (Geolph), Sister (Recka)

Race – Altian

Looks –

            Hair: bright red, at its longest, it is shoulder length and at its shortest it is chin length,

            Eyes : hazel

            Clothes:  He wears green, wool pants with a green plaid wool jacket, underneath, he wears a heavy linen rust vest, and light weight cream shirt with matching scarf. He wears cream wool socks and a brown leather belt and boots. On his head he wears a tight fitting reddish brown hat. When he fights, he wears a set of leather covered breastplates and leg protectors.

            Build (height and weight): 5’ 10”, 190, lean and wiry

            Special Marks: Naturally ruddy cheeks that a freckled and a long and thin scar on his right arm

Weapons -  His weapons of choice are an ash long staff and a sword with an ash handle.

Animals – none

Likes – Spending time with his best friend, good food, a good joke, boating, playing wrestling, justice

Dislikes – cooking, unnecessary fighting, his honor besmirched, unlawful actions

Strengths – fighting with sword and long staff, boating, climbing, speaking

Weaknesses – fishing, farmer, controlling his anger, joking, using a bow and arrow

Fears – Losing his best friend, unable to defend himself, and small spaces

History –  He was born to a family who are farmers, he would have become a farmer except that he is not talented at growing things as well as because the war that has been brewing for 900 years. Instead, he became a warrior.

Sample post (3 to 5 paragraphs) –

Maybe I took the joke a little too far, Neyu thought. He looked at the ground sheepishly. However, it was difficult not to laugh. It had been the perfect joke.


“That was not funny! You should not have attached it to my pants,” his best friends younger brother shouted. The young man, barely of age, was trying to look tough, but instead with his eyes crossed and cheeks puffed out he looked more like a mad chipmunk.


Neyu sputtered. He then started to laugh. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, “Oh, at least…least you got the catch of the day.”


Name – Mathous

Age - 25

Gender –  Male

Family – Younger brother

Race (Lyssain, Gradaen, Telk, Nafareens, Altians) – Altian

Looks –

            Hair: Short, brown hair that is neatly trimmed

            Eyes : Blue-green

            Clothes:  Pants and shirt of think linen, a hooded tunic, under the tunic is a leather belt holding his pants taught, and leather boots

            Build (height and weight): 5’ 11”, 185, lean and wiry

            Special Marks: A neatly cut beard

Weapons -  Ash bow with hawk feather arrows and a steel sword with a dark green leather handle

Animals – none

Likes – Ale, spending time with his friends and brother, hunting, protecting his land, playing his flute, walking in the woods

Dislikes – War, flowers, sword practice, unnecessary items, gardening

Strengths – fighting with sword and bow and arrows, climbing, playing his flute

Weaknesses – swimming, singing, dancing

Fears - Spiders and deep water

History –  He was born to a family who was wealthy. His father was a leading metal worker. Because he was the eldest child, he would inherit the business. He was given a mentor to help him learn what he needs.

Sample post (3 to 5 paragraphs) –

There was war – all around, the man thought as he raced through as he raced the woods of Alta. The brown haired male stopped suddenly. His soft gray eyes furrowed as he looked into the dense foliage. The man placed a leather-gloved hand on the steel hilt of his sward so that if he must draw the blade, he could. With making little, if any, sound the man turned. He had heard rustling a little ways away. The man stiffened. His square jaw set and his soft gray eyes turned as hard as a storm cloud. He was ready to battle.

            “Come out. I don’t fear you, Telks,” the warrior said as he drew the blade out of its leather sheath. Clasping the steel sword in his gloved hands, he stepped forward. Neither the leather knee-high boots nor the deep green hooded tunic he wore over his shirt and pants made any sound as the male treaded over the dead leaves and twigs.

            There was a laugh. “Aiah,” he exclaimed when his younger brother and best friend came out. “You are no Telks,” he said.  

            Mathous placed his sword back into the sheath and then clasped the man firmly on the shoulder in greetings. “Where did you and my brother go off to? I really could have used your help. I had ten Telks on my tail, but they seemed to have lost track of me,” he said. He smiled and as he did, his right eyebrow rose so that it seemed to touch his hairline.

             His best friend explained what had happened as they headed towards their home. The Telks had not lost Mathous. Mathous’ brother and friend had averted them. Both had defeated the group.

Name - Hemming

Age - 22

Gender – male

Family – Mother (Mela), Father (Foren), older brother (Emmir), younger sister (Ardyn) 

Race (Lyssain, Gradaen, Telk, Nafareens, Altians) - Lyssain

Looks –

            Hair: dark brown, a little past chin-length

            Eyes: dark brown

            Clothes: He usually wears thin, beige or tan-colored shirts, a thick cotton coat, and dark, thicker pants. He normally goes barefoot. 

            Build (height and weight): 5’8’’, 180, thin and small but very strong

            Special Marks: a scar above his left eye  

Weapons – His hands, mostly, and sometimes a long, double-sided knife

Animals – none, except himself once a month

Likes – his sister Ardyn, spending time alone, nature, wind, courage

Dislikes – the rest of his family (he had a bad childhood), fear, being half-lycan, brain teasers

Strengths – his own body is very strong, fighting, fast reflexes, sharp senses

Weaknesses – quick and strong temper, though he taught himself to keep it under control

Fears – turning into a wolf, death, losing his freedom

History – He was raised in a bad home where his parents were indifferent towards him. His best friend was his little sister Ardyn, even after he first transformed into a wolf. He never told anyone about it, and he lived in constant fear of it. When he was sixteen, he moved away from his family towards the border between Lyssa, Alta, and Telk, where it was more secluded. He was content to stay there for as long as possible, but sometimes grew tired of his mundane lifestyle.

Sample post (3 to 5 paragraphs) –

Hemming paused at the edge of the river and turned to Ardyn, standing just within the shadows of the forest. He pressed a finger to his lips and motioned her forward. She crept towards him, placing each foot carefully, holding her breath. His sharp eyes caught sight of the nest in the long grasses on the bank and knelt down beside it.

“Look,” he breathed, and Ardyn stooped beside him. The lace at the bottom of her dress trailed in the soggy grass. They watched the tiny heads of baby birds take shape in the hazy morning light, letting out tiny peeps at random intervals.

Ardyn watched, her eyes wide in delight, and Hemming felt his heart nearly burst with pride. He was proud that he had remembered when the nest was. He was proud that, even as a wolf, he had had the presence of mind not to harm it. He was proud that he had made his sister happy. The sat together in the gathering dawn, watching the baby birds.    




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