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Sylphine Nightfall

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== Physical Appearance ==
Long, dark brown hair, 5' 5" tall. Eyes are normally green but are currently a vibrant red. Green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.

== Personality ==
Cunning, rebellious, mischievous, kind, open-minded.

== Backstory ==
"I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than once—grew up in Faelon, a peaceful, hidden village tucked high in the forest canopy. It was the kind of place where things rarely changed, and the days slipped by like a quiet stream. But me? I was always moving—climbing higher, sneaking further, testing myself.

I have a natural talent for staying unnoticed, picking up on details others missed, and getting into (and out of) places I shouldn’t be. The scouts of the village took me under their wing more out of necessity than choice, figuring if I was going to be a handful, I might as well be a useful one.

When a band of mercenaries broke through the outer wards one night and raided the village, they didn’t leave much destruction—but they left behind a sense of vulnerability and devastation.

I decided to leave after that. My parents, Adrona and Paarth, supported my decision and encouraged me to go out on my own and see what the world has to offer.

I left soon after with my trusty shortbow, a lockpick set I "borrowed" from a scout’s satchel, and a mind set on one thing: get better. At everything. Sneaking, scouting, blades, magic, maps, people. I want to know how things work, and I want the kind of precision that comes from years of practice—not because I want glory, but because if trouble comes again, I want to be ready.

Now I wander from town to town, eavesdropping on deals, navigating ruins for forgotten knowledge, and slipping through locked doors like a breeze. I'm always learning, always improving, always testing myself. Every night, I sharpen my knives and my mind.

I don't need recognition. I just need to know that when it counts, I won’t miss. The most important thing to me is my village and my parents. I need to know why those mercenaries attacked, and I'm going to find out."

== The Village Attack ==
“The first scream split the night like a blade.

I awoke to smoke curling through the trees, not thick enough to choke - but enough to warn. Enough to say this is not a dream.

By the time I reached the village center, the worst had already passed. The fires were small, smoldering along thatched roofs. The raiders - mercenaries - had come fast, taken what they could, and vanished before the forest could rise against them. It was not a massacre. It was almost like a message.

My parents stood amid the wreckage - bruised, bloodied, but alive. Most were. Only a few had fallen, and yet the air was thick with grief. Because something sacred had been broken: the illusion that the forest would always protect them. That no outsider could ever find this place.

I found one of the mercenaries’ arrows embedded in the old gathering tree. It was standard, ugly - iron-tipped and marked with a crude sigil. One that I knew to represent the Abyss, if the books I read were right.

That night, as others wept or rebuilt, I slipped away.

Not out of anger. Out of clarity. I realized then that my skills - stealth, agility, the gift of moving through shadow - weren’t just tools for hunting or mischief. They were a language. A weapon the forest had given me.

I decided then and there that I would learn the secrets of the Abyss and figure out why the sigil had been left behind. Was it an accident? Was it a message? I’m going to find out. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”
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Sylphine

Sylphine Nightfall

2025-10-24T20:53:35Z

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!Relatives
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|Adrona Nightfall (Mother), Paarth Nightfall (Father)
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!Gender
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|Female
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!Birth Place
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|Faelon
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!Spieces
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|Wood Elf
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!Age
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|100 Years Old
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== Physical Appearance ==
Long, Dark brown hair, 5' 5" tall. Eyes are normally a vibrant green but are currently a vibrant red. Green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.

== Personality ==
Cunning, rebellious, mischievous, kind, open-minded.

== Backstory ==
I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than once—grew up in Faelon, a peaceful, hidden village tucked high in the forest canopy. It was the kind of place where things rarely changed and the days slipped by like a quiet stream. But me? I was always moving—climbing higher, sneaking further, testing myself.

I have a natural talent for staying unnoticed, picking up on details others missed, and getting into (and out of) places I shouldn’t be. The scouts of the village took me under their wing more out of necessity than choice, figuring if I was going to be a handful, I might as well be a useful one.

When a band of mercenaries broke through the outer wards one night and raided the village, they didn’t leave much destruction—but they left behind a sense of vulnerability and devastation.

I decided to leave after that. My parents, Adrona and Paarth, supported my decision and encouraged me to go out on my own and see what the world has to offer.

I left soon after with my trusty shortbow, a lockpick set I "borrowed" from a scout’s satchel, and a mind set on one thing: get better. At everything. Sneaking, scouting, blades, magic, maps, people. I want to know how things work, and I want the kind of precision that comes from years of practice—not because I want glory, but because if trouble comes again, I want to be ready.

Now I wander from town to town, eavesdropping on deals, navigating ruins for forgotten knowledge, and slipping through locked doors like a breeze. I'm always learning, always improving, always testing myself. Every night, I sharpens my knives and my mind.

I don't need recognition. I just need to know that when it counts, I won’t miss. The most important thing to me is my village and my parents. I need to know why those mercenaries attacked, and I'm going to find out.

== Weapons ==
Daggers, shortsword, shortbow.

Sylphine Nightfall

2025-10-24T20:53:14Z

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!Relatives
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|Adrona Nightfall (Mother), Paarth Nightfall (Father)
|-
!Gender
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|Female
|-
!Birth Place
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|Faelon
|-
!Spieces
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|Wood Elf
|-
!Age
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|100 Years Old
|}
ower planes and cutting off the [[The Abyss|Abyss]] from Quelmar. This left them as the Last Demon in Quelmar.

== Physical Appearance ==
Long, Dark brown hair, 5' 5" tall. Eyes are normally a vibrant green but are currently a vibrant red. Green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.

== Personality ==
Cunning, rebellious, mischievous, kind, open-minded.

== Backstory ==
I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than once—grew up in Faelon, a peaceful, hidden village tucked high in the forest canopy. It was the kind of place where things rarely changed and the days slipped by like a quiet stream. But me? I was always moving—climbing higher, sneaking further, testing myself.

I have a natural talent for staying unnoticed, picking up on details others missed, and getting into (and out of) places I shouldn’t be. The scouts of the village took me under their wing more out of necessity than choice, figuring if I was going to be a handful, I might as well be a useful one.

When a band of mercenaries broke through the outer wards one night and raided the village, they didn’t leave much destruction—but they left behind a sense of vulnerability and devastation.

I decided to leave after that. My parents, Adrona and Paarth, supported my decision and encouraged me to go out on my own and see what the world has to offer.

I left soon after with my trusty shortbow, a lockpick set I "borrowed" from a scout’s satchel, and a mind set on one thing: get better. At everything. Sneaking, scouting, blades, magic, maps, people. I want to know how things work, and I want the kind of precision that comes from years of practice—not because I want glory, but because if trouble comes again, I want to be ready.

Now I wander from town to town, eavesdropping on deals, navigating ruins for forgotten knowledge, and slipping through locked doors like a breeze. I'm always learning, always improving, always testing myself. Every night, I sharpens my knives and my mind.

I don't need recognition. I just need to know that when it counts, I won’t miss. The most important thing to me is my village and my parents. I need to know why those mercenaries attacked, and I'm going to find out.

== Weapons ==
Daggers, shortsword, shortbow.

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== Physical Appearance ==
100 years old. Long, dark brown hair. Green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.

== Backstory ==
I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than once—grew up in Faelon, a peaceful, hidden village tucked high in the forest canopy. It was the kind of place where things rarely changed and the days slipped by like a quiet stream. But me? I was always moving—climbing higher, sneaking further, testing myself.

I have a natural talent for staying unnoticed, picking up on details others missed, and getting into (and out of) places I shouldn’t be. The scouts of the village took me under their wing more out of necessity than choice, figuring if I was going to be a handful, I might as well be a useful one.

When a band of mercenaries broke through the outer wards one night and raided the village, they didn’t leave much destruction—but they left behind a sense of vulnerability and devastation.

I decided to leave after that. My parents, Adrona and Paarth, supported my decision and encouraged me to go out on my own and see what the world has to offer.

I left soon after with my trusty shortbow, a lockpick set I "borrowed" from a scout’s satchel, and a mind set on one thing: get better. At everything. Sneaking, scouting, blades, magic, maps, people. I want to know how things work, and I want the kind of precision that comes from years of practice—not because I want glory, but because if trouble comes again, I want to be ready.

Now I wander from town to town, eavesdropping on deals, navigating ruins for forgotten knowledge, and slipping through locked doors like a breeze. I'm always learning, always improving, always testing myself. Every night, I sharpens my knives and my mind.

I don't need recognition. I just need to know that when it counts, I won’t miss. The most important thing to me is my village and my parents. I need to know why those mercenaries attacked, and I'm going to find out.

== Weapons ==
Daggers, shortbow, shortsword.

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Sylphine Nightfall

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== Physical Appearance ==
100 years old. Long, dark brown hair, green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.

== Backstory ==
I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than once—grew up in Faelon, a peaceful, hidden village tucked high in the forest canopy. It was the kind of place where things rarely changed, and the days slipped by like a quiet stream. But me? I was always moving—climbing higher, sneaking further, testing myself.

I have a natural talent for staying unnoticed, picking up on details others missed, and getting into (and out of) places I shouldn’t be. The scouts of the village took me under their wing more out of necessity than choice, figuring if I was going to be a handful, I might as well be a useful one.

When a band of mercenaries broke through the outer wards one night and raided the village, they didn’t leave much destruction—but they left behind a sense of vulnerability and devastation.

I decided to leave after that. My parents, Adrona and Paarth, supported my decision and encouraged me to go out on my own and see what the world has to offer.

I left soon after with my trusty shortbow, a lockpick set I "borrowed" from a scout’s satchel, and a mind set on one thing: get better. At everything. Sneaking, scouting, blades, magic, maps, people. I want to know how things work, and I want the kind of precision that comes from years of practice—not because I want glory, but because if trouble comes again, I want to be ready.

Now I wander from town to town, eavesdropping on deals, navigating ruins for forgotten knowledge, and slipping through locked doors like a breeze. I'm always learning, always improving, always testing myself. Every night, I sharpen my knives and my mind.

I don't need recognition. I just need to know that when it counts, I won’t miss. The most important thing to me is my village and my parents. I need to know why those mercenaries attacked, and I'm going to find out.

== Weapons ==
Dagger, Shortbow, Shortsword.

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Sylphine

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== Physical Appearance ==
100 years old. Long, dark brown hair, green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.

== Backstory ==
I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than once—grew up in Faelon, a peaceful, hidden village tucked high in the forest canopy. It was the kind of place where things rarely changed, and the days slipped by like a quiet stream. But me? I was always moving—climbing higher, sneaking further, testing myself.

I have a natural talent for staying unnoticed, picking up on details others missed, and getting into (and out of) places I shouldn’t be. The scouts of the village took me under their wing more out of necessity than choice, figuring if I was going to be a handful, I might as well be a useful one.

When a band of mercenaries broke through the outer wards one night and raided the village, they didn’t leave much destruction—but they left behind a sense of vulnerability and devastation.

I decided to leave after that. My parents, Adrona and Paarth, supported my decision and encouraged me to go out on my own and see what the world has to offer.

I left soon after with my trusty shortbow, a lockpick set I "borrowed" from a scout’s satchel, and a mind set on one thing: get better. At everything. Sneaking, scouting, blades, magic, maps, people. I want to know how things work, and I want the kind of precision that comes from years of practice—not because I want glory, but because if trouble comes again, I want to be ready.

Now I wander from town to town, eavesdropping on deals, navigating ruins for forgotten knowledge, and slipping through locked doors like a breeze. I'm always learning, always improving, always testing myself. Every night, I sharpen my knives and my mind.

I don't need recognition. I just need to know that when it counts, I won’t miss. The most important thing to me is my village and my parents. I need to know why those mercenaries attacked, and I'm going to find out.

== Weapons ==
Dagger, Shortbow, Shortsword.

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Sylphine Nightfall

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Ozmir Nightshade

2025-10-22T03:48:17Z

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Gender: Male

Race: Tiefling

Class/Subclass: Rogue Soulknife

Family: Mother (Deceased), Father (Deceased)

Backstory/History:

Ozmir remembers little of his parents—only flashes of laughter, the warmth of a hand in his, and lullabies hummed softly at night. They died when he was young, victims of a fire that swept through their cramped home. Whether it was an accident or arson, Ozmir never learned. All he knew was that he woke up alone in the ashes.

Something changed in him that night.

He didn't notice it at first. He was too busy surviving—vanishing into alleys, slipping through the cracks of a city that didn’t care if he starved. He lied. He stole. He listened more than he spoke. And slowly, he became good at being invisible.

But sometimes, when the hunger gnawed too deep or the fear ran too hot, strange things happened. A flicker of pressure in his mind. A shimmering thought that cut sharper than any knife. The first time he felt it, he was cornered by an older gang of street kids. He reached for a blade that wasn’t there—and something answered. Not a weapon, but a thought given edge and weight. It didn’t last long. Just long enough to make them run.

He told himself he imagined it. But the feeling came back, again and again—like instinct, like breath. He kept it hidden, afraid of what it might mean. Afraid of what it made him.

Then came Kaelen. Quiet. Watchful. Too perceptive for comfort. When Ozmir’s latest con went too far—posing as a courier for an important family—Kaelen saw through it and offered him a choice: get caught and disappear into some prison pit, or learn how to disappear properly.

Ozmir chose the latter. He always chooses the path that kept him moving.

Kaelen taught him to walk like a shadow, to see without being seen, to step through city and wild as if he were part of the stone and leaves. But more than that, Kaelen saw the truth behind Ozmir’s eyes. One night, during a scouting job gone wrong, Ozmir panicked—cut off, surrounded, nowhere to run. The thoughts surged again, and so did the blade. Not metal. Not real. Just will and need, focused into form.

Kaelen watched him pull a knife from nothing—and nodded. “That part of you,” he said, “it’s not a curse. It's a tool. Same as anything else. Learn to sharpen it.”

That was the first time Ozmir didn’t feel afraid of the power.

Now he walks the space between scout and con artist, always chasing the next score, the next lie, the next way out. His names change with the wind, but trouble always remembers his grin—and the quiet shimmer of psychic blades that never leave a mark, but almost always draws blood.

Ozmir Nightshade

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Karma Runes

2024-07-29T21:01:39Z

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'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is (Information on your heritage/background/class)

== Physical Appearance ==
Describe your appearance. Eye color, height, weight, hair color, particular clothing items, scars, tattoos, etc.

== Personality ==
Is your character social? A drunk? Laid back?

== History ==
In the town of Knixeph, Karma Runes was born under the light of a comet that streaked across the night sky in a blaze of red and gold. From his earliest days, it was clear he was marked by fire—his hair a shimmering cascade of ember-like strands. Karma was the second eldest of four siblings in a humble artisan family. His older sister Rosa was a guiding light and role model for him and their younger siblings—sister Nina and brother Atlas. Their parents, skilled but poor, struggled to make ends meet in a city that often overlooked those of modest means.

Karma's parents instilled in their children a deep pride in their elemental heritage. However, tragedy struck when Karma was still very young. Karma often wandered the bustling streets of their city to forget their daily struggles. One fateful afternoon, Karma's eyes fixated on a gleaming, magical ring displayed on a vendor's stand. Fueled by desperation and envy, Karma succumbed to temptation and pocketed the ring. Unbeknownst to Karma, the ring belonged to a powerful sorceress. The sorceress, distraught over the loss of her prized possession, sought revenge.

Using her magic, she traced the theft back to Karma's impoverished home. Driven by fury and a thirst for justice, the sorceress's husband, a formidable warrior, stormed Karma's humble abode. In a fit of rage, he confronted Karma's family. In a horrifying display of violence, Karma watched helplessly as his parents and siblings were murdered before his eyes. He narrowly escaped death himself, hidden by Rosa, who sacrificed herself to save him.

Traumatized and orphaned, Karma was left alone in a city that suddenly felt cold and hostile. The loss of his family fueled a burning desire for vengeance and justice. With only the clothes on his back and his family's heirloom locket, Karma fled into the shadows of [[Knixeph]]. Living on the streets, Karma honed his natural agility and dexterity out of necessity, learning to survive by any means necessary. He fell in with a small band of street bandits who taught him the basics of thievery and deception.

He later sought out the city's guild of rogues to hone his own abilities and gain helpful connections within the underbelly of society. With perseverance and talent, he mastered the arts of stealth and deception, and honed keen eyes for detail - earning respect among the guild members despite his humble origins. He would use his abilities not just to survive in a city that often overlooked the poor, but to thrive as a master of shadows. As Karma grew older, his quest for vengeance against those who had destroyed his family became his singular focus. He tracked down leads, infiltrated criminal networks, and learned to wield his fiery heritage as a weapon. Along the way, he discovered a latent talent for magic, inherited from his elemental lineage, which he honed to enhance his rogue abilities.

Now, as a seasoned rogue for hire, Karma Runes now travels along with the Tempest Brother's Expeditionary Company, seeking out clues to unravel the mystery of his family's murder and to exact his long-awaited vengeance - while earning a little coin and notoriety on the side. His fiery heritage and roguish skills make him a formidable force, whether he's navigating treacherous dungeons, outsmarting rival mercenaries, or uncovering ancient artifacts that hold clues to his past. But amidst his relentless pursuit, Karma carries with him the memories of his family's love and sacrifice—a flickering beacon in the darkness that fuels his determination to bring justice to those who wronged them. He believes the comet he was born under was a symbol and a reminder that even in the face of hardship, the fire within him burns bright, lighting the way for his revenge.

== Languages ==
Common, Primordial, Thieves' Cant

== Powers and Abilities ==
You don't have to give it all away. Just let us know what you're known to do in battle.

== Attacks and Weapons ==
Crossbow, hand, longsword, rapier, shortsword, simple weapons, scimitar

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Karma Runes

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Karma Runes

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Karma Runes

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Karma Runes

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