Five elemental paragons, champions for the Guardians of Magic, must first find each other and discover their mysterious purpose; only together can these elemental-touched heroes defeat the prophesied surfacing darkness.
Mon
Align: LN, Age: Unknown, Sex: Male, Height: 7' 11", Weight: 275 lbs. Homeland: Unknown.
STR: 17, DEX: 13, CON: 12, INT: 10, WIS: 15, CHA: 12
You were separated from your homeland long ago and do not remember where you came from or remember a time before coming to the land of Drone. Here you are intrinsically tied to the ocean, the moon and seasonal cycles because you slumber during some lunar phases and seasonal changes, and sometimes you wake with lost memories. You are a giant among these people. Your earliest recollection after coming to Drone was of Gabriel Dayne, the woman who found you in the Torentine and brought you to her ancestral home of High Hermitage where you were accepted. Time would pass for you as you learn to live in Dorne preferring loose earthen colored robes with a hood that hides your features, a blue scarf always reminds you of Gabriel is tied around your waist and you have wielded the same driftwood staff since that first day she found you- injured and unconscious. You are wise with years, strong and acrobatic with the soul of the sea. You are seldom seen without your friend Brim who came into your life in the early years and who would share with you in many travels, but never anywhere beyond the sands of Dorne. You are quite old and you believe much of your past is tied to something you lost. You have a command over water and channel it to great effect. Currently you and Brim are back at High Hermitage and the Dayne ancestral home, working alongside elemental monks who each came here after sharing a vision.
STR: 17, DEX: 13, CON: 12, INT: 10, WIS: 15, CHA: 12
You were separated from your homeland long ago and do not remember where you came from or remember a time before coming to the land of Drone. Here you are intrinsically tied to the ocean, the moon and seasonal cycles because you slumber during some lunar phases and seasonal changes, and sometimes you wake with lost memories. You are a giant among these people. Your earliest recollection after coming to Drone was of Gabriel Dayne, the woman who found you in the Torentine and brought you to her ancestral home of High Hermitage where you were accepted. Time would pass for you as you learn to live in Dorne preferring loose earthen colored robes with a hood that hides your features, a blue scarf always reminds you of Gabriel is tied around your waist and you have wielded the same driftwood staff since that first day she found you- injured and unconscious. You are wise with years, strong and acrobatic with the soul of the sea. You are seldom seen without your friend Brim who came into your life in the early years and who would share with you in many travels, but never anywhere beyond the sands of Dorne. You are quite old and you believe much of your past is tied to something you lost. You have a command over water and channel it to great effect. Currently you and Brim are back at High Hermitage and the Dayne ancestral home, working alongside elemental monks who each came here after sharing a vision.
Brim
Align: LG, Age: Young Adult, Sex: Male, Height: 6' 3", Weight: 195 lbs. Homeland: Dorne.
STR: 13, DEX: 13, CON: 15, INT: 10, WIS: 12, CHA: 17
Orphaned and raised at High Hermitage where you have lived much of your life, you were identified early as fate’s favored by Monks of the Obelisk, an order of elemental monks who have over the years, have instructed and raised you. While you have always felt your heart call to adventure you were always “too young” and were not allowed to leave Hermitage for any length of time and when you did it was as a missonary and always in the company of your friend Mon. You have a thirst for geography because it is easy for you to vividly imagine other people and places; sometimes they even appear in flames during your prayers like scenes played out as tongues of flame. This phenomenon lead you at a very early age on down the path of R’hllor and into a position close to the Monk Elder who marked you as ‘gifted’ and the only person who could keep his disease at bay. In your studies you discover you are a man of Rhoynar descent but have never known your parents; you have however, known the Monk Elder and your friend Mon all your life, and call them your surrogate family. You prefer loose red robes over a deep red tunic over black pantaloons and leather boots. You also have a mysterious elemental symbol of fire on your chest, the “mark of the Flame-Touched” the Elder once told you. Currently, because the Monk Elder keeps you close, you work with a herbalist who maintains one of High Hermitage’s great agricultural alchemical resources as well as the high honor of watcher of the Eternal Flame.
Boren Align: NG, Age: Young Adult, Sex: Male, Height: 6', Weight: 180 lbs. Homeland: The North, Winterfell.
STR: 10, DEX: 17, CON: 13, INT: 12, WIS: 12, CHA: 15
Born on the Northern frontier you are the only son of Abrigale Dayne a Speaker (deceased) and Rickon Stark the Warden of the North. You have one younger half-sister from a different mother but you have not seen her since the incident about ten years ago. You have a resident uncle in Winterfell; who sired your three cousins who have harassed and bullied you incessantly since childhood. You dress in warm dark studded leathers, trousers and boots while at home; you are born with a rarity is called a 'Wolf's Eye', an icy colored eye that contrasts your dark blue one. Your father would tell you “You are capable of great things,” as he traced his thumb over your Wolf Eye. You have always revered the old gods and the old ways and make regular visits to the Godswood during seasonal ceremonies or when calling upon the spirits. Your earliest memory was approximately ten years ago, an event referred to by everyone as the incident, when your abilities manifested at the Wall when you (and everyone who was there) realized you had a power called The Touch, exceptional ability born to few. While the disaster of the incident lives on with the permanent injuries suffered by your uncle, there was good that came of it. A mystic Wood-Witch, recognized you and your abilities during the incident and has been unofficially training you in the ways of spirits and how to call upon them. Years pass as the Wood-Witch and her two ‘children’ would visit you at Winterfell for a few days each month to continue your training. You are skilled in the art of stealth and a master with a knife. As of late you have been under the guidance of the master of Winterfell attending the rookery, apprenticing, as well as performing alchemy and minor first aid to rangers and travelers.
Willow
Align: CG, Age: Adolescent, Sex: Female, Height: 5' 3", Weight: 120 lbs. Homeland: Lands of Always Winter
STR: 10, DEX: 13, CON: 12, INT: 17, WIS: 15, CHA: 12
You are a petite young wilding lass with long skinny limbs, auburn hair, pale blonde skin that darkens to indigo under starlight, slightly pointed ears, and deep sparkling blue eyes. You are Earth-touched and are quite adept at foraging the earth to brew potions or to create alchemical effects to foil dangerous creatures. Savage by some estimations, you like to dress in over-sized cold weather gear as well as mixed tawny and brown pelts of small bunnies, raccoons and such. A heart born of the wilderness, you expressively revere the old gods, specifically the Green Faith that you believe actively guides your fate. You have a magical aptitude and commonly speak to birds and woodland creatures and will often braid vines and wildflowers in your hair. Before a few years ago you were just that, a fledgling willow tree. You stood in a sparsely forested glade near where the land becomes more rocky and mountainous. Then you experienced an awakening; a soul formed inside you; an intellect formed, ancestral wisdom emerged; and you became bonded to a mystic Wood-Witch, child of the forest, as her companion. Over the years she treated you like her own daughter, teaching you how to forage the flora and fauna for survival and how to draw power from the earth. For you there is no joy greater than answering your calling.
Align: CG, Age: Adolescent, Sex: Female, Height: 5' 3", Weight: 120 lbs. Homeland: Lands of Always WinterSTR: 10, DEX: 13, CON: 12, INT: 17, WIS: 15, CHA: 12
You are a petite young wilding lass with long skinny limbs, auburn hair, pale blonde skin that darkens to indigo under starlight, slightly pointed ears, and deep sparkling blue eyes. You are Earth-touched and are quite adept at foraging the earth to brew potions or to create alchemical effects to foil dangerous creatures. Savage by some estimations, you like to dress in over-sized cold weather gear as well as mixed tawny and brown pelts of small bunnies, raccoons and such. A heart born of the wilderness, you expressively revere the old gods, specifically the Green Faith that you believe actively guides your fate. You have a magical aptitude and commonly speak to birds and woodland creatures and will often braid vines and wildflowers in your hair. Before a few years ago you were just that, a fledgling willow tree. You stood in a sparsely forested glade near where the land becomes more rocky and mountainous. Then you experienced an awakening; a soul formed inside you; an intellect formed, ancestral wisdom emerged; and you became bonded to a mystic Wood-Witch, child of the forest, as her companion. Over the years she treated you like her own daughter, teaching you how to forage the flora and fauna for survival and how to draw power from the earth. For you there is no joy greater than answering your calling.
LoboAlign: CN, Age: Adolescent, Sex: Male, Height: 6' 6", Weight: 210 lbs. Homeland: Lands of Always Winter
STR: 17, DEX: 12, CON: 13, INT: 10, WIS: 12, CHA: 15
You are a tall young man of First-man lineage with dark brown hair, a strong jaw-line, and eyes of deep indigo. A child of the tundra, speak in halting common and you possess strong arms and pale yet harry scarred skin, common to first men and favor simple clothes and a full wolf’s pelt. You are an air-totem and will wear threads of teeth and bones to better focus yourself. You are most comfortable in the wilds and while in the company of the dark skinned Wood-Witch who over the years has taught you to focus your animal side. Not long ago you were a great wolf, one of the best hunters in the pack that roamed the shadow side of the Wall. Then you experienced an awakening; a soul formed inside you; you shed your animal form of the wolf and became man now bonded to the Wood-Witch, one of the last indigo children, as her companion. Over the years she treated you like her own son teaching you how to use your skinchange abilities. Over the years you travel around the Northern territories with your adopted sister and the Wood-Witch traveling to such places as Winterfell and north of the wall while providing protection from them as well as learning the ways of the Source from the old and wise woman.
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