The Mad Beasts' War(fantasy RP)

[Gafe]

Name- Disciple Modrosh Maskutta
Age- 48
Appearance- The rightmost one. Yeah. Plus a stone bracelent on each wrist and armor under the robes.

Personality- Modrosh is loyal. Loyal to his leader, loyal to his (whoever it is at the time) ruler and loyal to his species. He dislikes Daguz. . . well, see, he isn't fond of them because the majority of his peers don't like them either; he's sort of like a team player like that. He's completely devious and rude towards Daguz, while charming and polite with Sapites.
Modrosh is prone to emotions, but these stay inside his head, they rarely every show. Except arrogance, that does show and frequently. He has a superiority complex, seeing as how he works for a very important research facility that is quite close to the royals.
The disciple forms his own opinions, but these are opinions heavily bended by peer pressure.

History- Modrosh hails from a country in the South, not of any particular renown, and on his childhood he demonstrated an uncanny ability in the magical fields. He was given up by his poor parents and adopted by a witch, who trained him as much as she could. The witch was old, she died about four years later. Lonely, unwilling to go back to his family, Modrosh walked away from his country, and found himself in Gilead, where he remained working as whatever he could work until his late teens. In his spare time, he practiced all the witch had taught him, aided by a spellbook she had left behind. Following instructions for a charm in the book, he built himself two stone bracelets, which he rarely ever takes off.
Once, attempting to perform a summoning - at which he failed - he was found by a man dressed in fancy robes and fine jewlery. A priest or something of the sort. The man saw something in Modrosh, for some reason, he took him to Cadonia with him, where he payed for education and training. Modrosh rarely saw the man, but he wasn't about to let go such a chance. Some years later, the man appeared again. He took him to a research facility. The man gave him a mission he was to accomplish. It was a test of some sort, Modrosh figured.
He passed. And apparently five others did too.
Along with the men, these seven individuals formed a ramification of the aforementioned research facility. What they do is ambigous, but it is very important apparently. The seven work independently for the most part, which is why Modrosh is usually alone.

Fighting style- Modrosh's a mage, so he uses magic, yeah. He has two stone bracelets, one on each wrist, which he uses to channel his energies. His spells are varied, but he gets a kick out of fire manipulation.

Blood- He claims to be completely human, and he looks it for the most part. Except, there're those large canine teeth protruding from his mouth. . .
Station- He's a mage in a league of seven "soldiers/researchers", part of a magical institute in Cadonia, close to the nobles due to valuable investigation in most areas of warfare.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Name- Witch Doctor Nekoe (pronounced ‘Neck-oh’)

Age- 243

Appearance-



Personality- Despite being a Cat, she isn’t one of the more lazy ones. She feels most happiest in forests, or searching her desert home searching for herbs and plants she can use in her medicine. Loud and sometimes obnoxious, Nekoe will tell people if they’re annoying her and is strong-headed. Tell her she’s wrong, and she’ll keep with her own ideas, even if whatever’s contradicting her is right in front of her nose. Nekoe is reasonably innocent, and extremely immature, which makes many of her tribe wonder how she manages to be a good healer.

Fighting style- Nekoe uses her feline grace and speed in fighting, as well as two curved blades. She received basic training, but after a fight with a human that ended badly, she thinks that human weapons are sometimes better than her own claws and teeth, which is why she uses blades.

Blood- Nekoe comes from a long line of witch doctors, each and every one of them a cat, so her bloods pretty pure.

Station- Nekoe is the only healer in her generation, so she is often kept busy and is on first-name terms with a lot of others. She has never been the maternal type, so she will be questioning either marriage and reproduction, or taking on an apprentice.

[Eva]

Name- Jillvan, Jill

Age- 19

Appearance-

Personality- Jill is dutiful and obedient, although not entirely reliable- she's very gullible and naive, and her duty often translates to blindly following orders without actually thinking them through. Only Jill's moderate skill with the axe has saved her from certain death, and even then she's not good enough to make up for all of her blunders alone. She can also be a bit pigheaded, and will often ignore even sensible arguements when they contradict what she's been told.

History- Jill was raised by two military parents in Gilead, and had a strong sense of military service throughout her life. She wasn't always good at fighting- she was a rather scrawny girl in her early years, and she's always had a bit of a weak jaw when it came to blood, but intense training and determination molded her into an acceptable, if somewhat air-headed, warrior. She's strictly front-lines, and while she'd prefer something less gorey, Jill's always wanted to see a Daguz up close and personal.

Fighting style- Jill swings her axe. She's fast, sure, and she's got good aim, but mostly it's the axe. It's big enough that getting hit by it generally doesn't allow much fighting beyond that.

Blood- Pureblooded Sapite.

Station- Common footsoldier from a fairly average family; decorated military history in her family makes her stand out a bit.

[NicoJoe]

Name- Raven Courier Bramwell (Bram)

Age- 228.

Appearance-

Personality- Lazy bum is probably the best ways to describe Bram. Average, is how he would describe himself. He isn’t very intelligent, but he isn’t an imbecile either. He isn’t the strongest Raven around, but he can hold his own. He strives to be more than what he is but he never seems to be able to accomplish anything of consequence. He falls in the middle in almost every category and tends to be okay with that generally. However, when he finds something he really is good at, he works hard to hone that skill and will do all in his power to become the best around. He is, and has always been, equipped with a silver tongue and is very charming to boot.

History- Born to an average family, Bram lived a very uninteresting childhood. The only thing he can think of that was even slightly out of the ordinary was the one time his father disappeared for a few months. He never did say where he went… Bram, throughout his life, has learned two key fact about himself. One, he was not made to be a fighter. Though he isn’t totally lacking brawn, he doesn’t like to hit things. He finds it unpleasant. Though he doesn’t mind watching other people pummeling each other into nothingness. The second thing he knows about himself is that he is fast. Very fast. He started training gruelingly to increase his speed to the point that he wanted it at and eventually succeeded. In all his years, he is yet to find Raven, or any other creature, that could rival him in terms of speed. He spent many years running races and winning gold with his speed. Eventually, when he grew tired of prostituting his abilities for petty gold. So he decided that he would become the Courier between the Daguz. He runs messages between the tribes and occasionally to the Sapites. He’s the only one who can get eh messages where they need to go as fast as they need to get there. In his opinion, the job is honorable and a vital part of the world as they know it.

Fighting style- When he has to fight, and let’s face it there’s just no avoiding it sometimes, he tends to fight from a distance. He circles his target and quickly darts in at them and striking them with the force of his speed.

Blood- His great grandfather was a Heron but other than that he’s all Raven.

Station- Herald of Concord. Not exactly prestigious but nothing to sneeze at. Nice and average.