Somewhere in the lost archives of history...

Physical Characteristics -
Name: Vulka Stark, though she often uses Urochyon as her surname
Age: 18
Weight: 145 pounds
Height: 6'
Race: Human
Appearance: Vulka is tall and lithe, with smooth, pale skin, slender features, and full, red lips. She moves with the grace of a hunting panther and has a regal aura about her. She stands confidently, making her presence in a room a screaming whisper; that is, she makes no noise but everybody is aware of her as if she were shouting.Her hair is brown and unremarkable, and shoulder length, brushed neatly out of her face. Her eyes are large and grey, like the sky before a storm. She is beautiful, much in the same way that a wolf is beautiful. Her clothing varies from place to place and season to season. Generally, it consists of dark grey pants and a black tunic, with leather boots, and a leather sword belt. In colder weather, she wears a black coat that reaches to her calf. A sable, hooded cloak is clasped at her throat with a silver wolf's-head brooch. She also carries a simple leather pack that clinks faintly...

Background and Other Info -
History: Much of Vulka's past is shrouded in mystery, including her birthplace and childhood. She claims to be a peasant girl from Planaya, though her manner of speech and several possessions, along with her skill at arms state otherwise. Some state that she simply showed up in the Western slums around four years ago. Seems to have a history with Sam.

Personality: Vulka is calm and cool, with a slight melancholy buried underneath the layers of confidence and majesty. She attempts to analyze a situation before acting, though she can think on her feet quite well. She speaks calmly and quietly, but her voice seems to carry throughout a room. She acts with honor, though she doesn't seem to care for the laws of the land. She defends her pride with words, and her body with blades, and though she doesn't anger easily, if one were to touch a raw nerve, they can expect to lose that finger.

Weapons: An ornate longsword, hung at her waist. The sheath is simple black leather, though the handle is expertly carved, the pommel in the shape of a snarling wolf, with sapphire chips as the eyes. The hilt curves around to guard the user's hand, in the case that no gauntlet is being worn. The blade is three and a half feet long, wickedly sharp. It is made of a strange metal, like steel swirled with black and grey, weighing less than most other blades, and every steel blade. She has named the blade "Lupa".

Abilities/Skills: Quick reflexes: Vulka's lean body makes her able to dodge much faster, and her strikes seem to fall quicker than others', though at the cost of less damage.

Swordplay veteran: Though Vulka is quite young, she has been learning how to swing a sword since before her tenth birthday. During her teenage years, she would practice daily, though she fell out of practice for almost a year, so she is a bit rusty, though still rather skilled.

Physical Characteristics -
Name: Samantha 'Sam' Vulpina
Age: 15
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4' 11"


Appearance: Sam is short and skinny, with fiery red hair that reaches the small of her back and large, emerald green eyes. Her skin is like a doll's, smooth and alabaster. Her facial features are slender, with a small mouth and full lips. A smile is almost always on her usually grime-streaked face, and she practically skips when she walks. She tends to wear simple leather shoes and khaki pants, with a green shirt and an oversized brown coat. She looks younger than she really is.

Background and Other Info -
History: Sam grew up in Estrella, near the Airship docks. Her mother stayed at home to raise her and her multitude of siblings. She attended school dutifully, though she dropped out because she wanted to work on the docks, like her father. When she was ten, she followed her dad to work to watch him, and learn a few things. When they returned home, they found that her mother and her three siblings were murdered by a robber. Two years later, he father was killed in a work-related accident. It was during this time that she dropped out of school. She swabbed decks and help pack crates for a few years, and every few weeks, one of the engineers would take her below decks and teach her a few things about the engine. When she heard rumors of a pirate ship looking for crew, she packed up her meager belongings and set out to find the fabled Nika and her Dimension's Gate. Seems to have a history with Vulka, but it is unknown when and where they met, nor is it known how they became friends.

Personality: Sam is a happy-go-lucky girl with a traumatic past buried beneath the surface. She is a believer of 'they would want me to be happy, so I'll be happy, goddammit,' and it's obvious in her actions, though it isn't fake. She's just really cheerful. She absolutely loves to give people hugs, which was a struggle with Vulka's 'don't touch me' policy. She's fairly knowledgeable when it comes to Airship engines.

Weapons: She's not a trained fighter, though growing up as the only girl out of four children, she learned to roll with punches and hit a guy where it hurts. She's small, but not afraid to get beat up. Generally she'll smack you with a wrench or stab you with a screwdriver.

Abilities/Skills: Sam is great at fixing things with minimal tools and supplies. She learned about airship engines from the dock engineers and airship pilots, and while she can't fly a ship, she knows what makes one tick and how she can fix it, though she couldn't be considered more than an apprentice. She hopes to learn more on the Dimension's Gate.

Physical Characteristics -
Name: Orn Ilyna
Age: 25
Weight: 225 pounds
Height: 6' 2"
Race: Human of House Ilyna
Appearance: Orn is tall and muscular, with pale skin, black hair, and gilded eyes that shine like stars. His hair is cut somewhat short, barely touching his ears, with a slight curl. He has a somewhat comely face, with a cocky half-grin usually playing about his lips. He carries himself with pride, from his status as nephew of the Lord of the North, and one of the highest-ranked Scales of Io. He is often dressed in his armor, a set of ornate black platemail that covers him from head to toe. There is maroon enameling on the breastplate, and the chainmail that fits in the gaps of his armor and hangs from his waist is maroon. His helmet is a finely-crafted lion's head with a maroon plume that reaches his shoulders. He also wears the cloak of the Scales, a large white cape with black fur over the shoulders, and the multicolored emblem of Io.

Background and Other Info -
History: Born as the son of Lord Ilyn's younger brother, Orn was given top-notch treatment growing up. He was given whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, only because his family could afford it. At age eight, he was sent off to squire for Lord Cyro. He remained as a squire for several years, before demonstrating great bravery during a battle in the Stark Revolution. He was raised to Knight, and when King Daeyn's force marched on Autumn's End, Orn's status jumped even further. He moved on to fight in the ranks of the Dragonknights for a short time, and due to another act of bravery that saved the King, he was ascended into the ranks of the Scales of Io, for the knight whose place he'd taken was a Stark. He has served for ten years.

Personality: Orn is cocksure and very full of pride. Pride for himself, for his family, and for his King. He can be quite arrogant at times, though he isn't necessarily a bad person. He doesn't fully uphold himself to the Knight's Code of "protect the weak", but he isn't a savage killer either. He saves his heroism for the eyes of his higher-ups, and those who can boost his reputation.

Weapons: Orn's preferred weapon is his seven-foot spear. The spear has no point; rather, it's an extremely long blade, like an incredibly thick shortsword. There's a legend, completely false of course, that says he can slice a boulder in half with one swipe of his spear. Otherwise, he carries a black iron or gilded greatsword, depending on the armor he's wearing.

Abilities/Skills: Pyromancy - Orn picked up a fair amount of pyromancies during his time in the Dragonknights, however brief. He didn't learn any of the advanced manipulations, only basic fire spells, like spewing a stream of flames from his palm and hurling large exploding orbs of flame.

Quick reflexes - Orn is faster than most people, even when armored fully in his plate. His spear gives him the extra reach he needs to disarm or even kill a foe before they could so much as scratch his breastplate.

Spear master - While being only a mediocre swordsman, Orn's skill with his massive spear is unparalleled. His beastly strength also helps him swing the weapon much faster than a regular soldier would be able to.

Physical Characteristics -
Name: High King Daeyn Argarya, Protector of the Realm, Lord of Aeneryia
Age: 30
Weight: 160 pounds
Height: 6'
Race: Human
Appearance: The King of Aeneryia looks the role; he is tall and majestic looking, with short-cropped hair that is black, flecked with white, with a slight beard in the same color, as well as deep purple eyes. He is somewhat muscular, though he leans towards the lean side. He wears a silver coat lined with white fur, and black clothing underneath with knee-high leather boots. The Dragonsteel blade of his house hangs at his waist, though he hardly uses it. It's mostly for show.

Background and Other Info -
History: Daeyn is the current High King in Aeneryia; though his history is mostly uneventful up until the point of his ascension to power. He declared the current ruling house in the North, House Stark, be cast down for following a separate religion. He replaced the Starks with House Ilyna, whom have done a good job in his eyes, though many of the Northmen whisper in the shadows that they wish for their original ruler to return.

Personality: Daeyn is a deeply pious man, often linking the kingdom and the Church of Io together. He is a kind man at heart though, if you follow the path of Io, and often will shelter the more pious peasants in the castle for a few days before sending them out again. He is wise and cunning, and always has been, even in the early days of his reign at age sixteen.

Weapons: House Argarya's Dragonsteel blade, Hollow Roar. The inside of the blade is hollow, with small holes along the tang of the blade that allows pyromancy to be channeled along the length, causing flames to burst out around the sword as it is swung. It also causes a roar-like noise when struck.

Abilities/Skills: King Daeyn is almost completely worthless in combat. He usually would send either his Scales or the city guard to take care of fights for him. He knows a small bit of pyromancy, which he demonstrates during ceremonies where he draws his blade and sends flames roaring out of his sword, though it's mostly for show.