***as of now these are the bios of the characters I have in store. Rules and conditions TBA. If you like a said character please feel free to ask as we can talk about a story later on. Their pictures will be in my ALBUM section while I figure that out. Thanks for reading!***

Zephyr Runic

Archer (sorrow of past. From homelessness and sickness.):

Very shy but precise in his way of firing. Coming from a family of misfortune he started as a peasant that lived close to the swamp lands of the district. Watching his village made him want to get out due to such devastating lifestyles. The people would die and either scavenge his house or even eat his corpse before the insects and decay began to ravage the only good meat they would find for the next 4 months as the farmer waited to breed more. Zephyr spent most of his time away from his village planting his plants and reading books about famous heroes who ever lived by the bow and pondered his life in the idea of adventure. As he grew older He had been blessed to leave his village to do errands and hunt for food for both his family and to those who could no longer do the farming or the hunting due to old age or to their body becoming unable in some way. One day as he returned to his village he came to the city ransacked by its people and corpses were cluttered in both water and on the planks that were around the village. Coming home he saw his family killed and being eaten as his sister still twitched from muscle memory of trying to fight back. He killed those around the family’s corpses and buried them in respect. He began to live in the forest not too far from his old life as he built his new life and began to train the way of his bow for more than just hunting beat but now larger targets. He first began with the human targets in exchange for gold then the targets became much more larger as the beast of different ages began roaming and breeding with more speed. His skillset began to gain more traction as he worked closer to the central city of the castle and fliers began to be posted to more areas as he was being looked for to enlist and try out for the elite team of the kingdom. At first, he scoffed at the idea of life in the merchant's guild but after he noticed that there was more gold to be made from the blogger and more harder to track targets. His knowledge, skills, and weapon skills ended up being a cut above as he began his new life as part of the merchant guild. During his fusion of the forge grew the skillset of true shot and recon ability. From his bow, he could now incinerate or create a small blast on where his arrows land. From a recon point, he could see a direct large distance from where he was spotting. He works alongside Feivel to scout an area too far from him while Feivel makes a map of heat sensors in the area around them. The way he would keep his power was to smoke the ashes from the holy forge

Feivel Haze

Intelligence (existential crisis but clever)

Feivel Was a very smart kid from the very beginning. Often he grew bored and just observed the night sky as he wondered what the world might have looked like from the bird's eye view. He would also go up into the trees and draw the landscape from a distance and always planted treats or gifts he had treasured in treasure maps he had drawn for himself. He grew more weary as his parents worried about the battles close to his home so he began to map out the different spots where the fighting started and found out that most of the action was around the forest areas. He knew he had a gift as he shared with his father about his findings and kept his maps to send to his officer. After a few days, Feivel was requested by the throne to help with the courts for the type of intelligence he was providing. He went with one other member with a similar person that he grew a bond with (Zephir). One battle shaped his entire sense of usefulness for fear of hopelessness as the waves of enemies still piled his friends and comrades began to come close to their ends and the last of the reinforcements began to diminish. Being reassured by his new team he began to do more and became enchanted with the birds-eye view of the world in replacement with his human eye as a sacrifice and understood his portion as he made more information as his team desired and his squadron depended on him.

Revik (radio broadcaster in the shape form of a sloth. Fur is black with gray and white with purple eyes. His transformation began from the third cycle of the solar emergence.)

In his past life, he was a soldier of the elder dominion that once reigned over half of the continent. His atrocities on the battlefield made his sense of mind and he grew insane after a particular mission where he started feasting on the dead villages of the realm. The gods primarily turned into the case where he picked up a child and began smashing his head and ate his brain while his father watched then soon later died and kept the father’s head as a prize. Unfortunately, he had been attacked and had a near-mortal wound which he had to return to the civilian sector and heal. After he had been relieved of his position he went to own his private radio where he would share music and stories from the battlefield to boost the morale of his troops and he then began to regain his sanity as he kept his distance from his life in war and insanity. At that point, he began to have a new life and adopted a new pet sloth he kept as a companion where they would share mangos during their day. One night the opposing survivors learned from his new life and plotted to kill him by exploding his station. During the eruptions, he held his sloth close as he knew his fate had been sealed by the same thing he swore to deviate from. At the council of the seven gods, he pleaded for his new life to continue but the vote was a tie between them both as one side was secretly a fan and the other half simply could not overlook the idea that his atrocities had ended a few bloodlines before he found a new light in his stead. A deal was made between them all where he would be reincarnated into this world but as a punishment, he would need a new body. He was to kill his pet sloth and reincarnate his body. At first, he was distraught but as the gods thought he had him beaten, he closed the eyes of his beloved pet and put a rock straight through his head killing him mercifully. His soul combined into the body of his sloth and he began going through his sanity stage as he was presented with a mango. His curse to restore and maintain his sanity is to eat mangos now as he is now “ imprisoned” into casting his radio for eternity. When the world began a new enlightenment he would hide away in his bunker he had dug into his tree and was filled with mangos and other radio equipment to maintain his beacons for replacements and parts in the case of. Revik played along at his “ Misfortune” But went along as his new place consisted of a tree house with a hammock and mangos that gave him a purple hue while he streamed “WE’RE LIIIVE”

Faelon the mad (Merciful butcher)

His life started as a field medic in the old dominion as his only training consisted of his manual given to him by his trainers and the mountain of corpses that now littered the southwest portion of the hills. The countless lives that had been lost before they reached the medical table began to get to him as he wondered why even bothered curing the living when he could reincarnate the dead. He took two corpses and began to investigate the inner workings of a being and used different organs from one corpse and used in the other. Any limbs that had been affected he replaced using the other corpse and with enough luck and incantation he brought both to life and now exist in one. When the subject had gained consciousness he realized what he had done and killed himself not wanting to live his life as a monstrosity. He tried to return to the battlefield with the excuse that he was spotted by the enemy and had to lay low for a while but after finding the two dog tags of his dead comrades they looked for the bodies and found the atrocities he had to be sent back into the sector as a prisoner as this case was too rare for them to court them. After coming back home in shackles he could not see his wife in the eyes and had to leave to his cell. Writing his notes about his discoveries he began doing drafts and diagrams about what could have been done differently and made a pocket within his skin to hide his findings to avoid anyone else finding out what he was capable of doing. At the face of the court, he began to confess his insanity and he had proposed to the judge and the court to send him out in exile away from his past home and live his days from there. His wife began to plead to leave in exile and the judge gave him an ultimatum. Either let his wife move in with him in exile or serve the death sentence at the request of the families of the bodies he had experimented on. After a long conversation and agreeance with both, they accepted their life in exile. He moved further into the forest where he first experimented, began building his new home, and lived there with his wife. His wife had built a flower garden and he would build his shed in secrecy as they both agreed. During her time sick he found out her lungs were giving out and wanted to help her by replacing them with someone else’s lungs but she refused and wanted a natural death. She granted her wish and died 3 days later. For some time he would trade limbs and inserts from humans in trade for his demented skills in reamputation and surgeries that bring corpses to life. Many people did not like the idea of his works that cheated divinity so he had prepared himself for a fight between the sane and the innovative. While the dominion still attained old weaponry like swords and early style of rifles Faelon had devised and improved a pistol using the bone marrow and bone shrapnel of the corpses left behind from the battlefield he long ago deserted from his last fight. The fight lasted about 4 months till his resources began to dry and his sleep no longer mattered after staying up almost 12 days straight. He took his pistol and the picture of his wife and killed himself. The ones that went into his house found him at the corner dead on sight and his shed now burned and relieved of the atrocities that resided within. At his time of judgment, he stood before the 7 divinities and wondered where he would go after all these years of resentment and helping those with his skill in resuscitation but his atrocities of how he had to maintain his defense and perverted interest in the afterlife. Just as soon as the council was ready to claim his soul into the ashen realm they came to a better consensus of eternal life even after the sun eclipse. His body became decorated with sewing lines and stitches for every rebirth the land has and his mind grew into insanity. The only way he could keep his sanity was to ingest the ashes of the fallen and reclaim an event of grief from every person he was to experiment on. The grasp of death was his easy way out and he would live the rest of time in his secluded cemetery doing his trade with other creatures and humans who scattered into his realm of fog. He seems to keep mainly to himself but when asked for an opinion he would portray the idea that nothing matters since life to him was always meant to be a giant gray area like the rest of his work. During the new enlightenment of the world, he would go to his shed to hide away from the blast as the sun was too bright for him to see. And not knowing if his body would be reincarnated or he would simply feel all the pain after the blast he would prefer to hide away from the sun as best he could..