Mistic Circle ~ Cast List

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Axe:
Name: Xenon Xerxes Zohar
Nationality: Teren/Karilanthian - Grew up in Jocar.
Race: Half-elven
Background: His father was a simple peasant and smith, but very skilled at his craft. His father took a lot of pride in doing good work. Embraced a live and let live, salt of the earth sort of philosophy. Gentle, but tough if needs be. Xenon was raised working hard, but well loved (it just wasn't shown much). His father was usually about as surprised at things as the inkeep in the Midnight Sun seems to be...i.e. not much. When Xenon began to show mage potential, and mind gifts, his father took it in stride. His fathers forever beloved (who left him after a couple of years, she was just hiding out anyway) was an elf of the High Court, and didn't want a halfelven babe to suffer what she deemed to be likely shame at the High Court... and there was another as well....
Appearance: Attractive, 5'11", 185, well muscled, reddish brown hair with a large white mage stripe, green eyes, and pale skin with freckles. Hair is worn tied back with a single ribbon usually, and falls to below waist length (depending on the day). Not a slave to fashion, he prefers to declare his own, du jour so to speak. He carries himself with confidence, and a smile of wry amusement or a secretive smile touches his lips often....
Clothing: Usually a deep jewel toned poets shirt with a hood attached, no sleeves (to show off his arms) a pair of dark grey, black or brown (or possible crimson or indigo blue) pants of suede or raw hide with matching boots rising to mid calf. A belt of greenish black metal always adorns his waist, and it looks very thick, hugging his waist in an 8 inch, nearly inch and a half thick band with no visible fastening. An earing of gold (or more than one depending on the day) adorns his left ear most times. He wears lots of rings and such, when available, usually carved into intricate designs or animal shapes. A yellow and black gold roaring tiger with teeth of ivory is a common one to see. He wears a dagger of silversteel (from his, at best, barely remembered mother) on his hip, but it seems more athame than weapon. He looks young....and basically is for his race.
Age: 26
Familiar: Kangdrnigrmekt (Living Adamant Symbiote)
Special Powers/Skills: Speaks: Common Argot, Trade Tongue, Teren, Jocaran, Karilanthian, Thieves Cant, Assassins Cant, Mercenary Cant, High and Low Elven, Dwarven, Demon, Arcane Mage Tongue, Fairie, Dragon, Goblin, and Orc. He is adept at collecting and analyzing information..then putting it to what he considers good use. He has varying levels of skill in each of these. He is extremely intelligent, but doesn't bother to use it unless it is directed to his interest of the moment. He is an Adept class Mage, (although an unusual one), and has Mindspeech at excellent levels. He does not use weapons but is skilled in showy and tricky martial maneuvers bare handed, usually backed up with magical assistance. He is utterly cocksure, and arrogant to the extreme. He is healthy, fairly strong (from learning his fathers forge skills, which he is pretty good at), and decidedly well educated, if not filled with a plethora of common sense. Women (he is indifferent to what rank or type for the most part) attract his attention like nothing else but Power Arcane and a good day of fishing (or maybe a good book). He is almost unable to resist helping a beautiful (or in his opinion sharply competent) woman, but would be unlikely to tell her so. He seriously resists being seen as having a code of honour, and tries (with great success) to sully his reputation. Still, his kind loving upbringing comes out, and a child in danger or a worthy comrade in danger will usually recieve his aid. (especially if none can see).

Name: Kangdrnigrmekt (Living Adamant Symbiote)
Appearance: See belt description above
Special Skills/Powers: Is made of nearly indestructible material, (called Adamant) which is considered unforgeable (except to the trolls and dwarves). He/it can form into nearly any shape he or Xenon wishes, favorites including full armour, decorative adornments, and even a nearly 7' high by 10 foot diameter shield dome. These changes are nearly instantaneous. Even at very thin levels, he is able to support great weights, and invulnerable to most blows not delivered by a mage blade of much power or the strength of a dragon or great troll. Even then, he forms to shed most blows, and forms knuckle spikes to allow Xenon some penetrating damage....adamant holds the sharpest edge known but for high elf steel. Kang also has excellent mind speech, and both visual and auditory farsensing. He is Much older and wiser than Xenon, but loves his young protege dearly and wants the best for him. Kang is committed to good on a level that Xenon has yet to reach. He is gently guiding Xenon patiently along.... Kang holds all of Xenon's Power Stones within his form. He will not oppose Xenon directly in anything really, but is certainly not opposed to assisting whomever he considers decent on his own either. He will gladly farsense and scout for those he considers good, and may or may not inform Xenon he is doing so and his store of considerable wisdom, and carefully cosidered practicality can be of great help to others (especially if Xenon isn't bothering to listen).

Dax:
Name: Zeke/Zora: (true names not spoken lest mages bind them)
Nationality: Demon'ari
Appearance: Zeke ~ 6'2", 195 lbs. He is muscular yet not overly. His hair is usually golden blonde, waist length and curly, in immitation of many elves he has seen. His eyes are usually deep, emerald green, with the dual toned flecks that mark his race as demon-spawned, red and blue flecks in his case, and his skin golden. He even affects the delicate ear points that mark an elf. Clothing is simple, blue and grey leathers, soft moccasins, belt, purse and a green and brown wool cloak. Anything fancier he makes himself. He ususally looks quite handsome, because he is too vain to look any less, but has learned that looking any better has its own dangers.
Appearance: Zora ~ 6'0", 185 lbs. She is slender and curvacious. Her hair is usually, curly, tumbled, fire red, but her second favorite color is ebony black. Her eyes are usually deep, blue, her flecks, red and green and her skin pale. She prefers a more human look and also enjoys the looks of envy she recieves from plainer women. She likes gypsy dress, because they tend to be loose, comfortable and a little risque. Soft moccasins, belt, purse and a grey wool cloak complete her ensembale.
Age: 893 (equates to 17-18 yrs)
Special Powers/Skills: Demon'ari are two souls sharing one body. They have the ability to shift and let one personality rule and then the other, and when that happens, they change sex as well. They can each individually shift size, features and coloring to any of humanoid, bipedal, that is the same sex. They have telepathic ability between themselves, but only limited telepathy with others. They also have minor magic common to demons (and they have a demonic aura to mage-sight). Currently, they also have an amulet stolen from a greater demon that covers their auras and shows instead, whatever aura is appropriate to the form they are mimicking.

Name:Dakorillon
Nationality: Elf
Clothing: He wears a sapphire blue silk poet's shirt, (not elven silk, though he would love to own some), black form-fitting leather breeches and a black leather vest and riding/fighting gloves. Matching boots, belt, pouch and sword and maine-gauche sheathes complete the ensemble with a dove grey and black reversible, leather and wool cloak. The hilts of his weapons look well used and well cared-for, not overly ornate, but of good make. To the very observant it can be noticed that there are at least 4 other daggers on his person, as well as his eating dagger on his waist and his easy stance says that not only does he know how to use them, but that there may be other hidden weapons as well.
Appearance: 6'0", 185 lbs, Silver-blonde hair, mid-back, silky fall, with bangs that keep rakishly falling over his left eye. He has golden tan skin and neon blue eyes, the kind that seem to be staring right through to your soul, another look into them says he's seen too many souls already. He is the kind of super-model gorgeous that generates angst in the hearts of hardened mercenaries and even the most taciturn dwarf will take a second look. This kind of beauty tends to cross male/female bounds to the discomfort of even the straitest. Also, if someone hates him......it is deep, abiding and agonizing. To the thiefly observant, he has the grace and quiet moves that herald a brother in the art. He has a leather sling-bag that holds his worldly goods and a good black horse with black tack to get from place to place. There is a worn wood harp case slung over his other shoulder.
Age: 110 (equates to: 20-21)
Special Powers/Skills: He has elven communion (Touch telepathy), minor creation and illusion magics and cantrips (Small, useful magics). He is a dillitante, which means that he can do a little bit of everything, but he is great at few things.

Raven Darkblade (Abby):
Name: Raven Darkblade (formerly Kirin Caolaidhe)
Race: Human (She is easily mistaken for elven, even by elves, due to special circumstances)
Nationality: Her origins are uncertain, as she was born a wanderer. She is possibly from Kithas, north of the Worldsend Mountains.
Appearance: Appox. 5' 2", barely 100 pounds, too-thin but agile and wiry. Unruly black hair falls to her waist, her skin is milk-pale and her eyes over-large and deep sapphire. She seems to be in her mid-twenties, though she is just into her thirty-first year.
Age: 31
Familiar: Mor, a large male raven. He and Raven share rough minspeech, consisting mostly of feelings and images.
Special Powers/Skills: Raven's abilities lie not within herself, but in her connections. She is friend to the gypsy clan Celi'Ardi and to Stormchaser the ancient black pegasus, and carries the Darkblade from which she takes her name, a longsword. Its blade resembles onyx or obsidian in its midnight gloss, but has not been tried on anything that--with enough effort on the part of the bearer--it cannot cut through. So far the strongest materials it has been tried on are tempered steel plate armor and solid stone. She also posseses an elfsteel gauntlet and an elven chainmail shirt.
Partner: Solarin Swifthand. It is suspected that he and Raven have soulshared (kiriyel, in elvish), though there is no proof of this other than Raven's increasingly elven nature.

Name: Solarin Swifthand
Race:Elven
Nationality: Karilanthian
Appearance: Appox. 6' 1", weight uncertain. Well-muscled but as lean and lithe as any elf, he is lightly tanned from exposure to the elements. His hair is a shoulder-length mane of sun-gold, usually held away from his emerald eyes by a headband which can either conceal or display his pointed ears. Age: 457 (early thirties by Karilanthian Elvish reckoning, though he will seem to be in his prime until around his eighth century, when he will begin to decline)
Special Powers/Skills: Though not any type of mage, Solarin possesses the ability to share touch telepathy with any elf and mindspeech with his partner, Raven, as well as other more magically inclined races. Coming from the magic-rich elven land of Karilanth, he is naturally Sensitive to the movements of Power, and can sense all but the weakest traces of magic. He also possesses elvensight, the ability to see the glowing aura that surrounds all living things--an ability that he usually uses as a sort of night vision. Solarin carries two elven-forged longswords. The right-hand one he has named Cian (meaning "ancient" in elvish), and the left-hand one is Adal (meaning "noble"). Archaic elven runes run down the blades of both swords, though Cian and Adal, unlike Raven's Darkblade, are unmagical.
Partner: Raven Darkblade. It is rumored that the two are kiriyel (soulbonded), but nothing has as yet been proven. If they are, it could have dire repercussions on them both, for if the bond is strong enough then the death of one will mean the death of the other--shortening Solarin's natural lifespan by perhaps as much as five hundred years.

Name: Medivh Savar
Age: 41
Race: Human
Nationality: Jacoran or possibly Zardan
Appearance: When Xenon raised him from the dead, Savar reassumed his natural form, but has been slowly molding it magically into a more pleasing one. His current fancy is innocence, and at the moment he looks to be a man in his late twenties or early thirties, with what he likes to think is a roguishly angelic face, blue eyes, curling blond hair, and a lean physique. The "innocent" pose is more often than not belied by a predatory or scheming expression, however, and his mouth has the set of someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to get his way.
Special Abilities: He is an Adept-class mage, but relies heavily on blood-power. He had - and to an extent still has - a pact with the Dark Goddess Mara'liweion, and an alliance with the dark elven nation and with the black dragon called Nirathei. After his death and return, Savar is not entirely sane, if he was in the first place. Still, he has amassed a huge amount of power in a natural rock formation which gives the Citadel its name.

Typo:
Name: Erelan
Nationality: Dragon, SeaCliffs Aeryie
Clothing: She wears only a worn leather carry-sack with wide straps that fasten with a clip at the center of her chest. The sack itself is well-fitted enough that it does not impede her flying, though the weight of it does tend to crimp the last few stiff curls of her crest.
Appearance: A fairly well-grown dragon for her age, Erelan is overall a teal-color, with lighter-blue wings and ear-membranes, a dark-blue crest and claws, and gentle hazel eyes. Her head is fairly delicately shaped for a dragon's, with well-curved eye-ridges and a sensitive-looking muzzle. Built long and lean and fairly light-muscled for her breed, she seems to have more the cast of a perpetual traveler than a warrior or athlete, and though her graceful form is pleasing to the eye, a rather tired and careworn appearance suggests that she has seen better days. She is about nine meters from nose-tip to tail-tip, though seated comfortably on hind legs, she only stands about eight feet high at the shoulder.
Special Powers/Skills: She communicates through mind-speech with most creatures, and is largely non-vocal, though she has been known to "sing" on occasion (one experience with that is enough to explain why she's a scholar, not a minstrel). She cannot hear thoughts except those directed to her by other dragons and mind-speakers, however, she knows enough languages to understand most spoken words. Erelan is fast on the wing, fairly strong (though only average by her race's standards), and quite intelligent, but she has extremely limited use of magic - only enough to use talismans, in fact, as she can't even conjure a light on her own.
Personal: Erelan has a great fondness for music and has a good ear, though her singing would hardly rival a trained musician's. Her name is in the traditional song-tongue of her people and translates roughly to "The music of light on the sea". Her greatest weakness is for a sweet, hot drink made from the powdered beans of an other-shores plant that the natives prize highly in trade. She is an amateur fire-sculptor (a traditional craft of the SeaCliffs tribe that creates fine decorative pottery), and was counted by some to be quite good, though not good enough for apprenticeship in the profession. Her most cherished possesion is a memory-crystal that contains images of her home aeryie, her parents and her younger brother Treyach.

Name: Thorn
Race: Dragon
Age: 15 cycles (300 years)
Nationality: Formerly of SeaCliffs Aeryie
Appearance: Overall a charcoal color, with hematite tinges in the matte black of his talons and crest, and silver traceries in his wing-membranes, Thorn is around 16 meters in length, and stands a little less than four meters high at the shoulder when seated on his haunches. He is large-framed and burly, even for a dragon, and is often mistaken for older than his 15 cycles (300 years) as a result. To a practiced eye, his youth is still apparent in a certain length and wiriness of build, and in his often brash demeanor. Still 'filling out' in the last few cycles before full adulthood, it is obvious that he will be an enormous creature when full grown. His eyes are large, with piercing silver irises, often darkened with temper or pride. He is fairly fast on the wing, though what he lacks in speed, he makes up for in endurance and sheer strength. His mage skills are adequate for his kind, although they will never develop to full extent because he lacks the patience and concentration to devote to intense study.
Personality: Thorn's moods tend toward the darker side, and can show themselves as everything from undiluted temper, to haughty indifference, to bullying bravado. He is a powerful dragon, and grew up without peer, the inarguable leader of every endeavor, the undefeated champion of every contest. Needless to say, he is accustomed to having things his way, and has little patience for anyone who stands in his path. He does not like to lose, nor will he tolerate being bested at anything by anyone. He has a certain respect for elves, but no consideration whatsoever for humans, and considers them irritating, worthless creatures.
Though often narrow-minded and occasionally downright bigoted, Thorn has a strong but unfocused sense of honor and loyalty. He will fight fiercely to win, with no thought for himself or for others. He will give himself passionately to a cause, but is easily led to the wrong banner. He will sacrifice everything for something he believes in, but what he believes is more often based on his own narrow view of the world than on reality. Background Still developing, and pending some forthcoming posts. He is formerly of SeaCliffs Aeryie, which was destroyed around thirty years ago in a (suspected) mage-driven hurricane. At this point, large numbers of the dragons were lost in 'Dreaming'. (an innate ability... or an inherited disease... that allowed dragons to achieve a trancelike state and relive ancient memories with the clarity of new experience. Over the millennia, it had become abused to the point of widespread addiction) There was inadequate protection for the cove. Most of the elves evacuated, with as many hatchlings as they could drag away. Many of the dreaming adults did not even heed the warnings of storm approach, and the few females that were able to wake in time were nesting and refused to leave their eggs. Aristide and a few other surviving adults left at the last possible moment, giving up trying to wake their drugged companions and turning instead to the protection of the hatchlings, some merely infants. Thorn had returned from his idle wandering about the Worldsend Mountains shortly before the storm, to find his parents and older brother wasting away under the influence of the Dreaming. He tried desperately to save them, to the point of physically dragging his brother miles overland in an attempt to get him to safety. His brother would not wake, could not eat or drink, and died of exposure and dehydration in spite of all Thorn's efforts. For more than that, you'll have to ask him. ;)

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