Acaele's Character Profiles

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Living:

Keaton

Keaton Mantel
Nicknames: Kea, goody two-shoes
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Status: Alive and well

Description
Height: 6'01"
Weight: 182lbs
Body Type: Keaton is physically fit. Not overly muscular, but built to handle strenuous activity, such as physical labor and combat. He is neither particularly attractive nor unattractive.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin: Fair
Markings/Tattoos: None
Health: In good health
Personality: Keaton is generally a kindhearted and honour-driven individual with a strong sense of morality. He is open to good fun and prone to joking around, however he has a tendency to become considerably more serious when someone is in danger, or any other form of perceived injustice has occurred. His moral intensity can cause him to be somewhat awkward around new people, and he is somewhat gullible.
Inventory: Keaton carries a longsword at his hip, as well as a number of basic materials for travel, such as a flask of water, and a fair bit of food. Other than that he often carries flowers about with him, taking comfort in their beauty and simplicity.
Further Details: Keaton's usual outfit consists of a basic leather vest, over commoner's clothing. Often however, he wears armour over this.

Life Style
Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Tahariae
Religion: Tahariae
Alliance/Nation/Home: Clerical Order
Job: Blacksmith, Cleric
Title(s): Paladin
Profession(s): Smith, traveler, warrior, general do-gooder
Special Skill(s): Keaton is generally able-bodied. He is able to perform tasks of physical labour, and carry significant burdens. He is skilled in one-handed weaponry, and knows how to handle himself in heavy armour. In addition, he is an able blacksmith.
Flaw(s): Keaton's sense of moral obligation can cause him to involve himself in dangerous situations without any serious thought beforehand, and he is more likely to take action than avoid an unfavorable situation. As such, he is prone to getting in over his head. He has a trusting nature towards those who have done him no wrong in the past, and thus is fairly easily deceived.

Magic
Current Status: N/A
Arch-type: N/A
Sub-Type: N/A
Rank: N/A
Weakness(es): N/A
Strength(s): N/A
Current Spell(s): N/A

Weaponry
Fighting Style: Close, heavily armoured combat using single-handed weaponry
Trained Weapon: One-handed swords, axes, and maces
Favored Weapon: One-handed swords
Archery: Poor

Biography
Parents: Alderney and Fay Mantel
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: None
Pet(s): None
History
-To be added possibly-

Skin

Acaele:

Acaele Llumcelia Lazul
Nicknames: Caecae
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Status: Deceased

Description
Height: 6'6
Weight: 155lbs
Body Type: Acaele is rather thin, and scrawny, though not to a severe point. He does not have much muscle, and his facial features are rather gaunt.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Pale
Markings/Tattoos: None
Health: In good health
Personality: Acaele can be rather hostile to outsiders, being stoic and often cynical, however he can open up if he finds it in his benefit or is genuinely interested in what others have to say. He is stressed somewhat easily, and has a habit of denying assistance, but he can open up to others over time.
Inventory: Acaele usually carries around a quiver and bow when outside the city, however when within the walls of Lin'evaral, he does not often remain armed.
Further Details: Acaele's usual outfit consists of a basic set of robes, or more often his favored and elaborate vests.

Life Style
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Deity: None
Religion: None
Alliance/Nation/Home: Lin'evaral (High Elves)
Job/Class: Tilruir
Title(s): Tilruir'kaliri
Profession(s): Art, event planning
Special Skill(s): He is very proficient in artistic sculpting, and practices in writing as well as traditional painting. He has decent accuracy with a bow and arrow, and has little trouble altering his attitude in order to avoid trouble.
Flaw(s): Acaele is physically in decent living shape, though not all that strong. He also tends to think of himself as wiser than he is, and if he underestimates an opponent, he may provoke them too far or fail to debate his way out of potential issues. Under some conditions he can lose his temper and become rather condescending towards others.

Magic
Current Status: N/A
Arch-type: N/A
Sub-Type: N/A
Rank: N/A
Weakness(es): N/A
Strength(s): N/A
Current Spell(s): N/A

Weaponry
Fighting Style: Ranged, usually attempting to flee, but will fight from afar if necessary.
Trained Weapon: Bow and arrow
Favored Weapon: Bow and arrow
Archery: Proficient

Biography
Parents: Arthane and Ante'vuln Lazul
Siblings: Celia Lazul
Children: None
Extended Family: Lelien Lazul (wife)
Pet(s): Two cats, Fi and Tabs

History
Acaele was born in the city of Haelun'or in Asulon about a decade before the mass exodus of the continent. It was for the most part a peaceful and happy portion of his life, his father being a Tilruir of the Silver Council, the governing body of Haelun'or, and his mother an aspiring scholar. At this age following his infancy he learned the basic educational pillars such as mathematics, writing, and to a childish degree, swordplay, as his father commanded the High Elven Legion. Around the age of ten, the continent of Asulon was abandoned by the mortal races, the High Elves being no exception.

As the High Elves found their roost at the summit of the Dwarven mountain, Acaele frolicked around in the snow, playing about and being introduced to a plethora of new cultures having seldom ventured outside the walls of Haelun'or. At first, Acaele began to interact and play with children of other races, and from other backgrounds, even going as far as to befriend a number of them. Upon discovery of this, however, an older Mali'aheral by the name of Kalenz Uradir began to take notice, and snapped at Acaele for his lack of particularity in choosing his companions, and a short period of discontent in Acaele's life occurred as he was pressured between his friends and his own kind, in the end influenced into an extreme purist. It was also around this time that Acaele's parents began to grow distant as responsibilities of there's began getting in the way. Acaele began to confide in the only other High Elven child of like age, Lelien Aeleyelsa.

Later on, yet another migration forced the High Elves to Kalos, a mostly negative period in his life. Inspired and obsessed by purity, the elders among the High Elves began to lose faith in him, however in light of their mutual frustration, he grew closer to Lelien in this time, leading them to form a romantic relationship later on in their teenage years, though bounded by the policies and limitations of High Elven law.

As time continued to pass, a final resting place was found in Anthos, where the High Elves began the construction of a grand bastion on purity. Lin'evaral. Acaele, due to the size of his family, was allowed a large home within the city, however he was more often the only one in it. His relationship with Lelien strengthened in this time, and due to tension between her and her parents, she eventually moved in with him. After a long period of relative peace and ease, Lelien's father allowed them ownership of his manor in the city as his family, torn apart, was no longer in need of the building. It is at this point that Acaele's once extremism was reduced to a stern, but calm nature, and driven more by rationalty than rage.

Acaele and Lelien lived out their lives peacefully in the Silver City, with the both of them eventually becoming Tilruir, political officials assigned to oversee various things within the city. Acaele himself was named Tilruir'kaliri, or master of festivities within the city. In his span as the overseer of events, he hosted a number of gatherings, such as poetry readings, and culinary competitions, however as time passed, the couple grew more and more disenchanted by the people of Lin'evaral. Eventually, along with Lucion Sullas, the two fled the city, soon settling in a small cottage by a mountainside lake. One day, while out fishing in the coastal waters further down the mountain, a rip current pulled Acaele under the waves. Unable to struggle out of the water, Acaele was assumed to have drowned, and has not been seen since.

Skin

 

 

Deceased:

Fifika:

Fifika
Nicknames: Fifi, Gemima, Madame
Age: 29 (Age perpetual due to Fjarriauga curse)
Gender: Female
Race: Fjarriauga (formerly Human)
Status: Deceased

Description
Height: 5'4
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Fifika is rather muscular, her features rather box-like and harsh, though she is not entirely unattractive.
Eyes: A glowing icy blue (formerly green)
Hair: Pale white (formerly brown)
Skin: Dark grey (formerly dark-toned)
Markings/Tattoos: None
Health: Well
Personality: Fifika is by nature, rather rude and brutish, though knows how to use her charms to lure in unsuspecting men, formerly for thievery, but more recently in an effort to satiate her need for flesh as a result of the Fjarriauga curse.
Inventory: Fifika usually carries around little, however her belongings will change in accordance with her disguise.
Further Details: Her physical features can be altered with Frost Witch magic.

Life Style
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Deity: None
Religion: None
Alliance/Nation/Home: Frostborn Coven
Job/Class: Frost Witch
Title(s): None
Profession(s): None
Special Skill(s): Fjarriauga magic, and to a certain degree, charm
Flaw(s): Hot-headed, usually rather imprecise and tends to lose control of herself rather easily. Somewhat selfish.

Magic
Current Status:
Arch-type: Dark Arts
Sub-Type: Frost Witch
Rank: Tier 2
Weakness(es): Heat, fire, dry environments, constant cool skin, can't use magic while disguised
Strength(s): Proficient in cold and moist environments, able to disguise self
Current Spell(s): Disguising

Weaponry
Fighting Style: Luring victims away before issuing a surprise attack. Most often with other Frost Witches. In direct combat, she will find the heaviest object available and swing it
Trained Weapon: None
Favored Weapon: Warhammer
Archery: Awful

Biography
Parents: Unknown gypsies
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: Zindelo (Cousin, deceased)
Pet(s): None

History
Fifika was born to a small travelling band of seven gypsy caravans in a small desert in Northwestern Asulon. As a child she was taught the basics of deception, thievery, conning, and the advantages of feminine charm. She traveled her entire childhood under the gidance of her family and her closest friend, Zindelo, a cousin of hers. For the most part, her life remained standard, and she got by, however, she was never taught to read or write, nor to count beyond one hundred, due to the counting of coin in the minor trade of stolen goods. Unfortunately, due to both poverty and plague, the band was slowly dwindled down, eventually leaving Zindelo and Fifika as the only remaining caravan, traveling from city to city as their perpetual scams kept them from starving. Eventually, unbeknownst to her, Zindelo, on the advice of a bitter woman he had fallen desperately in love with, rode the caravan away in the middle of the night, leaving Fifika with nothing but a campfire and a warhammer. On foot, she managed to continue her pilgrimages across the world, furthering her skills in theft.

After a fair few years of solitude, Fifika met an aspiring captain in command of a questionable crew, and an intriguing caravel, the Peasant Chaser. This captain, Davey Hayes, she met in a tavern, where under the influence of a bottle of whiskey, she bet all the money she had on her in an arm wrestling match, and in her daze, she failed to see that Davey had passed along some coin to a burly local to take his place. Losing the arm wrestling, she bartered with Davey, exchanging her service aboard the ship to null the bet. As she began to bond with the crew and share in the glory of their early heists, she began to fulfill the life of a pirate. While she had her disagreements with the captain every so often, she was for the most part content and excited by this lifestyle. Much to her dismay, the pirates eventually settled on a large cove island, and the glorious heists and jovial pillaging that had drawn her to the pirates settled down.

It wasn't long before she began to wander again, lost in her goals and unsatisfied with her current state of solitude. She was further disturbed upon the discovery of her old caravan, wrecked on the roadside, with the bodies of both Zindelo and his lover in plain view of the road. Enraged by the betrayal of her closest friend, she stormed off into along the Anthos Highway, beginning a short spree of lone thievery. One night, as she sat alone at a small camp in the forest, she was approached by a woman who would turn out to be Glaewen, the Witch Mother of the Frostborn Witch Coven. First dismissing the event as a dream, she was cursed by Glaewen, ignoring it and continuing about her usual lifestyle. A sense of dread began to sweep over her as her purpose in life was more and more lost in her mind. Eventually, she succumbed to the curse.

She was terrified by her new state of being, cowering in the highland of the East in fear of wandering hunters seeing her. Eventually she was taken in by Glaewen, who led her safely to the cave of her coven, welcoming Fifika as a daughter to her. She was taught the ways of Fjarriauga disguise and hunting, however eventually she was subdued in a failed attempt to devour a traveler. Her icy body was shattered into countless pieces.

Skin

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Updated to change the status of now dead characters to deceased. Added new primary character, Keaton Mantel.