My Characters:

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Full Name
Natalia Grace Vendela

Preferred Name
Natalia, Talia

Age
22 years old

Gender
Female

Species
African Painted Dog

Orientation
Bisexual

Kingdom Citizenship
Aramore

Status
Heir to the Aramore Throne
Wealthy - royalty

Appearance
Human
As a human, Natalia stands at just over 5'5" and holds a rather thin and lithe build, weighing in around 120 lbs. She has a fairer complexion with little blemishes except a few pale freckles over her cheeks and shoulders. Her hair is rather dark, and could be described as a dark brown with redder accents when in sunlight. She holds herself confidently in most situations, but sometimes finds herself shrinking away from yelling or just larger male figures in general.

Natalia's clothes vary depending on where she's found; if out in public, she'll dress more discreetly and attempt to blend in with those around her, meaning darker and often "dirtier" clothes. When at the castle, she can be found wearing long dresses of mostly reds- her prefered color- or sometimes blues, purples, and golds. Natalia will either wear her hair long, held back by an intricate hairband across the top of her head, or will tie up her hair in even more intricate braids and buns on occasion.

Dog
As her painted dog, Talia is rather thin and lanky as well. She stands around 2’ 5" at the shoulder and weighs about 60 lbs. Her coat is definitely a paler cream and white, but she still has some black spotted through her shoulders, back, and sides. Her muzzle and ears are dark and she has a dark line on her forehead, but her legs hold orange and white splotches, giving her a lighter coloring. The large majority of her tail is white, and Talia's eyes are a dark amber-gold.

Personality
Natalia grew up with an adventurous spirit, and still young, she has a playful and childish heart when not surrounded by castle life. She can be incredibly thoughtful and intellectual, and though she was taught kindness by her mother, this young woman has found that over time it’s become harder and harder to care for those that don’t care for you. At her base core, she has a deep instinct for her own survival, and when pushed to her limits, Talia can be capable of things she couldn’t imagine. She tends to believe she’s a “lover, not a fighter” but the Kingdom’s war has started to change her beliefs and shape her mind.

Natalia mainly ended up as the product of inner turmoil and stressful avoidance of both her father and other castle members. She pushes away most who try to get close to her with little good reason and can have terrible fits of anger and even sadness. Despite all of her indecisiveness and spiteful energy, she can be quite the loving and loyal individual behind it all, with her base wishes just to find a real friend. Talia is a lonely girl on the inside, but a somewhat strong, independent woman on the outside- or at least that's how she attempts to show herself to others.

Brief History
The Vendela family has had a nearly continuous reign over Aramore since shortly after it's creation in the early days of Idris, and had the pleasure of watching it grow from a medium-sized village to a large and very beautiful Kingdom. In the recent years, Natalia's father was chosen as heir to the throne, being the eldest son, and the young woman was thrown into a hellish life as a princess. She was considered royalty before, but now as a titled Princess, she's discovered there's a lot more to living in the King's castle than meets the eye.

Raised within the castle walls but not expected to act like royalty, Talia grew up as an outdoors-girl, choosing to play with the castle's animals or disappear into the gardens and forests rather than commune with the people inside. Three years ago, her father was named King and she attained two guards to wait at her new room's door and two more to follow her everywhere she went. Beginning to hate her own home has led her to often disappear from the castle and hide herself among the common people in the streets or the numerous paths along Aramore's river and forests.

Not much else is known about her, and she never speaks about much else except for her "generic" history. Overall, a very mysterious girl indeed.

Relationships
Polaris Vendela - Father - Quetzacoatl - King of Aramore
[Undecided Name] - Mother - Peryton - Queen of Aramore
(open to siblings!)

Love Interest/Significant Other
Open to relationships.

Other
Lol hmmm... should I answer my own "question"?
I'd probably say shapeshifters, meh, go me.
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Full Name:
Rylen Val Cristobal

Preferred Name:
Rylen

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Species:
Jaguar Shifter

Orientation:
Bisexual

Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore

Status:
Animal Tracker/Trainer
upper middle class

Appearance:
Human
As a human, Rylen can be a bit intimidating, weighing 172 lbs. and standing at just over 6’ tall with broad shoulders and an averagely-muscled build from years of farm-work and animal-handling. He has a fair but tanned complexion and a shock of dark brown hair ending in gentle curls at the top of his head, as he likes to keep it cut shorter for work. Rylen has a small amount of facial hair, leaving a dark shadow of thicker stubble across the bottom of his chin, and a crooked but charming smile. His eyes are a darker blue, almost mimicking that of storm clouds over the ocean.

Jaguar
As a feline, this male is a lithely muscled force to be reckoned with. His pelt and fur are thick and golden over toned muscles made for strong leaps. He stands taller and thicker than most felines of his species, but not extremely. The black markings over his gold enunciate his curving body and the power held within. He has a pale nose and dark, fierce yellow eyes.

Personality:
One thing that can be said about Rylen is that he is a hard-working, determined, and persevering individual. Left to work for his family since a young age, he’s learned that hard work really does pay off, and that he actually rather enjoys it. He has a mind for productivity and hates to see things not in working order, especially his farm and his animal-business. When he isn’t working, Rylen is an avid outdoors-man, often taking his horses (or other horse-like creatures) through the meandering forest-paths and hills to hunt or even to just enjoy the landscape.

Rylen is a man of undying loyalty to his family and those he comes to hold dear. As vicious as he can be in jaguar form, his words can sting even worse in human form when he’s in the right mood. He cares for his mother and sisters above all else and isn’t afraid to maim anyone for their sake. Left to his own devices for too long and he can be quite the troublemaker, even as he ages, causing trouble and tricks throughout the town, occasionally with the help of his animal companions. When it comes down to it, Rylen likes to think he’s a simple man just looking for a way to better circumstances.

Brief History:
Raised solely by his mother after the age of six, in a household made entirely of girls, Rylen grew up to be quite the valiant gentleman indeed. His father was killed by a band of shifters that were soon put to death by the knights shortly after their crimes were discovered. He grew up as the “man of the house”, learning to provide and protect his sisters and mother as well as he could. Their small farm grew over the years as Rylen put his heart and soul into teaching his sisters about what farming work they could do, and soon, the entire family had a place and something to be doing there.

Rylen was only fourteen when he found his first pegasus foal, left alone to die without his herd in a meadow near their home. When he brought the foal home, it didn’t take long for him to discover that was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He raised the pegasus until it was an adult, and there it remained at his farm with the other animals he’d rescued and acquired over the years. He’s often hired around Aramore for training unruly pets recently bought by farmers or even knights and royalty, which helps both he and his mother’s business (as she’s a merchant and can sometimes craft items for said pets that the owners can occasionally be cornered into buying). Overall, he’s had a decent life. Recently, Rylen seeks to expand his animal-training into a more well-rounded business and even open stables and larger pens at his home to house his business.

Relationships:
Orlux - Father - Cheetah - Deceased, former Farmer/Hunter
Astrid - Mother - Martial Eagle - Merchant/Crafts-maker
Rora - Sister - Ocelot - Farmhand/Crafts-maker
Maisie - Sister - Red Fox - Farmhand/Crafts-maker

Love Interest/Significant Other:
Open to relationships.

Other:

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Full Name:
Azarias Makar Afanasy

Preferred Name:
Azarias

Age:
30

Gender:
Male

Species:
Grizzly Bear Shifter

Orientation:
Bisexual

Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham

Status:
Head of War

Appearance:
Human
Azarius can be a rather intriguing individual, at least upon first glance. He has a thick head of brown hair that is sometimes cut shorter to reduce helmet hair, but he prefers to keep it longer by a few inches. He has a sharp and chiseled face with a paler complexion, though if one finds him without a shirt on, they’ll quickly discovered his shoulders are speckled by brown freckles. He stands tall at 6’ 4”, and bears a bit of weight in the form of ropey muscles. When one finally meets his eyes, they’ll find they mimic the wise ferocity of his bear’s eyes, still in that deep chocolate.

Bear
In his animal form, Azarias stands at just over 3 and a half feet at the shoulder when walking on all fours and weighs an approximate 600 lbs. On his hind legs, however, he can stand a bit taller than his human form at nearly 7 feet tall in total. He has a thick pelt of dark and slightly paler browns that darken over his legs and just over the ruff on his back and shoulders. He has a golden sheen over the top of his muzzle but the rest of his face softens into a deep chocolate that mimics the brown-amber of his eyes.

Personality:
Always in a stricter environment, Azarius grew up with a more rebellious attitude that quickly turned him towards bettering his older brother. While his brother stayed at home helping his father care for the home, Azarius was out playing or more importantly, play fighting. With a viciously determined attitude and a spiteful temper, finding himself in a position of power might not have been the best path for him. He can be a bit erratic and complicated when challenged or underestimated, and although he might not be too stealthy, he’s a mass of strength in both forms.

While he’s gruff and sarcastic around the edges, he has a deep love for his family and a deeper loyalty to the King he serves, even if they differ in opinions. He has a patriotism towards his country that leads him to do the best for the land and the people within it. Even still, he has a mind for strategizing and winning wars. After all, that is the position he strived for most of his life.

Brief History:
Azarius was raised in a strict but fair family close to the castle walls of Stratham with his parents, an older brother, and two younger sisters. While they were a work-oriented household, Azarius nearly always found himself sneaking off to play-spar with his neighborhood friends. That often meant he was the one at the end of his father’s exasperation and anger as well, meaning more work and less play when he was caught slacking off. One of his younger sisters passed from a severe fever when he was 17, and he’s missed her ever since. His brother was the first one to become a knight in their family- not one to take favors- but his uncle had been the previous Advisor to the King, so Azarius took the opportunity to rise quickly in the ranks of knighthood to become the Head of War at the ripe young age of 29.

Relationships:
Oriah - Father - Polar Bear - Retired Knight
Allara - Mother - Arctic Fox - Baker
Keller - Brother - Snow Leopard- Knight
Ellie - Sister - Gray Wolf - Baker
Avari - Sister - Grizzly Bear - Deceased

Love Interest/Significant Other:
Open to relationships.

Other:

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(this horse but with large wings of the same hues)


Full Name:
Lorelei Rae Forestyne

Preferred Name:
Lorelei, Lori

Age:
24 years old

Gender:
Female

Species:
Pegasus Shifter

Orientation:
Bisexual

Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham

Status:
Gardener/Herbalist
Falconer
poor/lower-middle class

Appearance:
Human
Lorelei, despite some troubling times, has a very healthy figure like that of an hourglass. She has a deep, olive-toned skin color that’s speckled with darker freckles over her face and down her shoulders and arms. She has a few blemishes in the form of thin scars over her right cheek and down her arms due to her years of work with the birds. Lorelei, as well as being on the curvy side, has a taller frame for a young woman and stands at 5’ 9”. Her hair is thick, dark, and falls in small, ringlet-type curls down to her shoulders. One can often find her hair tied back because of it’s thickness and length, but she doesn’t have the heart to keep it shorter than her shoulders. Her eyes are an intimidatingly bright green.

Pegasus
Lorelei, although she might lack fangs or claws, stands muscled and tall in her winged-horse form. She is a deep bronze-brown, especially darker over her legs and face. She has a long and graceful figure with neatly kept hooves and a gentle-curling mane and tail that is nearly always kept cut to a medium length. Her mane and tail are nearly black in color and she can occasionally convince a merchant or jeweler to braid them in trade for herbs or work. Her eyes are almost the same bright green hue in this form but they retain a few flecks of brown and amber from the pegasi blood. Her wings, strong and leanly shaped, are a dark brown flecked with darker spots on the tops and a lighter bronze-cream on the under-feathers.

Personality:
Lorelei has kept an optimistic perspective on life, and always admired her parents for their determination in keeping her well-provided for and for eventually providing her with her own little dream. She has a kind heart and a strange patriotism towards her Kingdom. She has the same determination as her parents and a stubbornness that drives her in whatever path she chooses. She can be incredibly cautious of others, especially in these times, but she has a love of people and nature that can lead her to be naive in some situations.

Lorelei has a tender heart and a loyalty to her family and those she loves, and though she doesn’t have much money, she finds indulgence in simply shifting forms and flying through the skies for a few hours. She can be a bit hasty at times and rush into things, but she has a patience that can get her through most things in life. Lorelei is a sweet but nonetheless independent young woman who quite enjoys caring for her own house now that she’s on her own, though she can find herself occasionally homesick for her parents warm hearth.

Brief History:
The Forestyne family has lived in Stratham since nearly the creation of the Kingdom, in some form or another. Lorelei’s specific family group has always lived in a small farm near the main city of Stratham, doing the best they could to support themselves and make money. For a short while things picked up and they saved money, Lorelei growing up and learning to work some of the farm to help out. As she got older, she grew obsessed with the birds of their farm, specifically the two hunting falcons they were able to keep. When she came of age, her parents bought her a small house closer to the castle- so she’d “be safer” and able to keep her falcons- with a nice plot of land. She’s been able to clean up the place substantially and it now has a decent sized garden as well as a falconry, which she makes sure is always in it’s top condition.

Relationships:
Memphis - Father - Hippogriff - Farmer/Falconer
Olivia - Mother - Gazelle - Merchant/Farmer

Love Interest/Significant Other:
Open to relationships.

Other:

Full Name:
Clovia Panthera
Preferred Name:
Clovia, Clov
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Species:
Shifter - Owl
Orientation:
Bisexual
Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham
Status:
Knight, medium wealth
Appearance:
Human: Clovia is a bit of a skinny girl, as she was around 8 weeks premature, and weighs around 50kg (110 lbs). She has light brown skin, with dark freckles covering the majority of her skin. Her hair is a dark brown, and is thin and short, just above her shoulders. Her eyes are a forest green, with a rim of hazel around her pupil, which usually can only be seen if you stare directly at her eyes. She is also quite small, being around 160cm (5'4"). she doesn't have much muscle, and isn't necessarily the strongest, but she does do some damage. You'll often see her wearing a sleeveless shirt, or just a normal shirt. She has a variety of necklaces, so it wouldn't be uncommon to see one around her neck. You'll also see her wearing cargo pants quite often, and if not, some shorts. She likes to wear boots, but she'll occasionally wear some normal shoes.

Owl: She takes the form of a great horned owl, and is a little bit smaller than average in that form. She has the basic looks of a horned owl, with the feathers on her underside being a lighter brown and a white mix, and her top feathers being a mottled brown and black. She also possesses the white patch on her throat, and the coloring of her mask is a medium brown. Her 'horns' are black with brown tips, and her eyes are yellow.
Personality:
Clovia is often silent, not too outgoing or extroverted and will often be seen by herself, reading a book or off in her own little world. When patrolling, she is alert and will sometimes change to her owl form to scout an area, but only if necessary. She trains hard, and tries her best to keep fit and to get stronger to be ready for any conflict in the case of crossing paths with some citizens of Aramore. Clovia holds her friends and family dear, and will not hesitate to put herself at risk for the sake of their safety. She is quite curious, which sometimes leads to her ending up in places or situations that she shouldn't be in. Quick witted and a critical thinker, she often makes up a plan in a time of need. Although sometimes she will stress or just not be able to come up with a plan, but it's fine by her as she has others to help her out. The main emotions that takes over her are stress and sadness. Stress is the one that may lead to her shifting, but surprise is the top cause. She can be quite jumpy, and if scared enough, will turn into her owl form as a sort of defense technique.
Brief History:
Nothing out of the ordinary, she lived a normal life with her parents and her two younger siblings. Her parents can both shift into predatory birds, her mother being an owl and her father being a hawk. One of her younger brothers can shift into an owl, and the other into a hawk. Her family doesn't have any restrictions as to who you marry. They live closer to the mountains and have a small, but homely cottage. She would often spar with her parents, trying to get at least some skills in combat. It was when she was around 14 that she decided to become a knight, and have proper training. Her parents agreed to this, although being a bit concerned about how she would be treated in training. After years of training, she was able to become a knight.
Relationships:
She has good relationships with her mother, father and younger brothers. She has no 'enemies' but she does have the occasional bicker with another person.
Love Interest/Significant Other:
Not interested in anyone at the current moment.
Other:
My favorite mythical creature is a dragon :3

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Full Name:
Aquila de Escaleriis
Preferred Name:
Aquila
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Species:
Dragon shifter
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore
Status:
Commoner - blacksmith
Not too wealthy, but she has enough to keep herself going
Appearance:
Human: Aquila is a decent height and build, measuring around 5'7" and weighs a good 154 lbs. She packs a bit of muscle as she's used to handling hammers, swords, axes and other similar things. Her skin is pale, but slightly tanned. Her eyes are a crystal blue, and are often described as piercing. Her hair is brown, and goes down to about the bottom of her rib cage. Most of the time it will be tied up and tucked away as to not interfere with her work. She has a few scars and burns from her work, but it is to be expected. They're mainly around her arms, hands and sometimes her torso. Her hands are quite rough and calloused, being exposed to hard work over the years. In the blacksmith, you'll see her wearing a thick leather glove on her left hand, with the right hand being bare. She wears short sleeved shirts or sleeveless shirts, with an apron over the top of it. Her pants will often be thick and sometimes baggy, but still comfortable to work in. She wears strong leather boots to cover her feet in the case of her dropping something. Grease and sweat will cover her body and clothes, as well as some charcoal, giving her quite a dirty look. When she isn't in the blacksmith, she'll wear something similar to what she wears there, however they'll be clean and less protective. She'll just wear a normal shirt, as well as pants but she still wears boots.

Dragon: In this form, she isn't too big, but still stands around two heads taller than the average person. Her body length is quite long, and her build is quite sleek and thin, making her quite agile. Her scales are a dark grey, almost to the point of being black. In the sun, they have a slight blue tint to them. A white ring or 'collar' wraps around her neck. A black pattern runs all the from the tip of her nose, down her back and to the tip of her tail, with light grey stripes slightly visible. Her claws, nose horn and spines are all a very light grey. The spines that she has only protrude from the top of her head, and slightly on her neck. She has an aqua blue 'mane' in place of where the spines should be. Her mane starts just at her eyes, with a strand covering her left one. It continues down to her tail, although not quite reaching the tip. She also has fur on her underbelly and under her tail. She has two horns on either side of her head, which curl more down than up, and then curl diagonally. Her horns on her head are a dark blue, and are placed in front but below her long ears. Her wingspan is quite impressive, stretching up to 30'. The colour of her wings are the same as her main body scales. She has a 'hook' or claw at the tip of her wings.
Personality:
Aquila is quite outgoing, and is not shy to talk to people when she feels it. She can also be very energetic at times, and will use that energy to make a new sword or something of the like. Seeming like a bit of a goofball at times, Aquila can be a bit silly at times. Despite this, she is heavily focused on her work and highly concentrated, otherwise she may risk burning or cutting herself. She does slip up from time to time, but her injuries are nothing serious. Quick trip to a medic, get some herbs and back she goes. She has a naturally sympathetic nature, although that changes if someone does her wrong. She can be quite cold and smart mouthed toward that person, uncaring of to what her actions may bring. Highly devoted to her friends, family and kingdom, she will do anything to keep any of the mentioned safe. She has an in between temperament, but she can be quick to anger at times. She doesn't often like to tell that she's a dragon shifter, but it doesn't mean she keeps it a secret that can never be told. When she can, she will go out somewhere in her dragon form and eat some flint. It isn't exactly nice tasting, but it helps her breathe fire.
Brief History:
Growing up by the forest, Aquila was slightly secluded as a child. Her parents were worried when they found that she was a dragon shifter, due to how low their numbers were going. Neither of her parents were dragon shifters, so they concluded that she got it from an ancestor. Her family has been in the blacksmith business for quite a long time, around seven generations worth. So it was natural for Aquila to grow up around furnaces and hot metals.
Relationships:
Mother - Father - No siblings
Love Interest/Significant Other:
Open, but she isn't actively seeking out anyone
Other:
Fenrir is also an interesting mythological creature

Forest Mikasi
"Forest"

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Species:
Bernese Mountain Dog

Orientation:
Everything and Anything Sentient
";)"

Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore

Status:
|Former Doctor|Currently Looking For Work As A Bodyguard|
"Not rich by any means, but for now I have a comfortable amount of money."

Appearance:
Human: With dark ivory skin that gently conforms to his facial structure, and a light growth of new stubble running across his lower jawline and above his mouth, Mikasi is a striking man with a head of curly bronze hair. Dark blue, nearly violet eyes are magnified by a set of black framed glasses Forest needs in order to read anything close to his face, and are always nearby in a pocket. A notable nose, and large ears do nothing to detract from the man's appearance, and instead benefit Forest with their flawed size. This man is lean, average in height, and poses a well toned body that is best suited for endurance and agility. Forest poses a point on sense of style, and one would be hard put to see this man sloppily dressed, as he would be able to make a set of dungeon rags look fashionable if he had a couple of minutes, some straw, and perhaps a bucket of water.

Dog: Forest's canine form is that of a Bernese Mountain dog, and as such the male possesses a considerable amount of bulk in this form. Weighing in at 100lbs, and topping in height at 28inches the dog is not monstrously large by any means...but as is the norm for his this breed, as the Bernese Mountain Dog is at times called the poor man's horse, his canine form is surprisingly strong for his size and would make creatures larger than himself certainly work harder than expected in a fight. Forest's pelt is tricolor, mostly a deep black, with white and rust outlining his muzzle, legs, and chest. The male's face is black with rust colored eyebrows, and a white blaze starting at the tip of his forehead and trailing down his snout. As in his human form, Forest's eyes are a deep blue, nearly violet shade...but in this form they are considerably darker coming off as onyx unless a bright light is shone directly on them.

Personality:
To be perfectly honest, Forest is a sweetheart. Soft spoken and gentle, this particular man was raised to be a perfect gentleman and an empathetic individual. Every action Forest participates in is to solve a problem or help someone, and the man does not have a single wrathful bone in his body unless his family is threatened, at which point he can become surprisingly cold even heartless as he seeks out revenge. He is quite hard to intimidate, and is well taught in medicine, and average in hand to hand combat.

Forest possesses a eccentric sense of humor, that revolves around flirtation with anyone and anything that moves and is sentient (and a times things that aren't though that is mostly just a way to shock or amuse people) . This side of Forest is on display for anyone who wants it, and even some that don't...he is quick to strike up a conversation and will almost certainly comment on how you, your friend, your father, mother, brother, sister, cousin, and perhaps even dog are quite stunning in his eyes. The man is very free-willed with his affection, and it would be hard, nearly impossible to tie him down to strictly one individual in terms of semi-platonic affection. As for a serious partner and marriage? As free as he is with romance, the male is in reality quite picky when he gets the inkling that a relationship could be more serious...wooing this man would not be easy or quick.

Brief History:
Forest has a large family...and when I say large, I don't mean horse large, or elephant large, or even dragon large...his family tree is probably one of the largest, and oldest, in the whole city. Forest, as of today, has thirty two cousins, six fullblood siblings, three half-blood siblings, twenty two aunts and uncles, and only nine nieces and nephews (so far). All five of Forest's grandparents are alive (yes I said five it is complicated), and the shifter's family is still in contact with second cousins, third cousins, and cousins twice removed. The whole tree is very family orientated, and they all have a get together about once a month...usually outside city gates.

Being in such a large family, Forest had the choice of being a wealthy do good merchant like his father, a potential heir to one of his uncles (whom happened to be an earl), or part of his grandmothers more...ah...shady (mob-like) business transitions. Despite all of these, and more, alternative career paths, Forest ultimately decided to study medicine...as his mother was suffering from a non-fatal, but considerably painful virus that no one as of than had been able to treat. Despite the fact he had no magical abilities when it came to medicine, Forest's family ties were easily able to find him a tutor and ultimately a job. With the help of a few other doctors, and some research, the Bernese Mountain Dog shifter was able to cure his mother's illness...not without some physical side-affects, but she didn't mind. Forest continued on as a Doctor for a few more years, but with the influx of magically talented, job hunting healers the young man has finally decided to try his hand at being a bodygaurd. (Despite the fact his grandma told him she could make sure he stayed employed...with a rather intimidating glint in her eye.) It has been a few months between jobs as Forest improved his weapon combat skills, and nearly mastered hand to hand combat...the man thinks he is ready to find an employer.

Relationships:
He has a lot of relatives to choose from, mostly dog shifters...but there may be a few outliers,...feel free to make as many as you'd like, just pm me first! (And you don't have to stick with the same kingdom...as I said before, Forest has a big family tree.)

Love Interest/Significant Other:
Nope, though Forest is always on the lookout...he is quite the romantic at heart.

Other:
Toothless
(I'm sorry I know everyone is saying dragon....but they are really cool, and can come in any size, shape, or color!)

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Azaya Qwyn
"Azaya, AZ, Aya, Aza"

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Species:
Qilin/Unicorn

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Kingdom Citizenship:
Strathum

Status:
Healer
"Being a Healer, and having the reputation of a Qilin Unicorn hybrid, means that I am pretty well off. I can afford luxuries, but I can't be foolish with my money"

Appearance:
Human: Azaya's dark sable hair, soft to the touch, is cut in a messy side-swept pixie cut that periodically falls over the shifter's turquoise gaze. Her height is average, her body generous in curves, her skin a dark shade of bronze that accentuates the woman's Asian/English ancestry. The woman's eyes are almond shaped, with tapered eyelids, and long thick eyelashes. Azaya has a strong jawline, which curves around to meet the base of her ears. This woman has a particular love of jewelry, and can often be seen wearing stylized ear cuffs, necklaces, and wrist bands in various types of metal. This particular love of AZ's is at odds with her comfortable, sensible, dress style which consists of leather boots, light leather pants, and a mottled green cloth shirt.

Azaya has small, dexterous hands, a gift in her particular career field...her feet are also considerably small in comparison to her average height and the generous curves of her body. Her lips are full and usually set in a firm line or an amused smirk, her nose is small if a bit wide, and the woman often takes on a straight backed stance...reminiscent of those seen in the military though the female does not boast any past in that particular field of expertise.

Shifted:
Azaya's shifted form is not what one would expect from a unicorn hybrid, but it does not disappoint. Standing at an intimidating 19 Hands otherwise known as six feet at the shoulder, the unicorn hybrid certainly has the size of a creature once known for battling elephants. In addition to the six foot measurement at the shoulder, the female boasts a long and wickedly sharp, spiraled horn that measures around two feet in length and grows from her forehead. The build of this creature's body greatly favors the traditional English view of a unicorn somewhere between that of a Friesian horse and a deer. In addition to a spiral horn, Azaya posses a tufted tail of a lion, along with cloven hooves and abnormally long ears. From her mother, a Qilin, Azaya inherited scales most notably along her underneck, belly,chest, legs, upper muzzle, forehead, and eyes....these scales are iridescent leaning towards a silvery white and continue on underneath the rough fur that adorns Azaya's ears, upper neck, sides, and back. Just like her scales, AZ's fur and mane are silvery white with a notable iridescence. Unlike horses, Azaya's pupils are not rectangular in shape...instead they are usually round, with the ability to become slited like those of a dragon or a cat. Her irises abandon any green shades in this form, and become a deep shade of cobalt.

Personality:
Invariably grumpy to the point of being rude, with a dry sense of humor, and a biting tongue...Azaya does not posses the kind of personality one would expect of a unicorn hybrid. Though this scaled unicorn is rough around the edges, she is not easily prone to physical violence and will often seek time alone if she ever finds herself angry. However, at the same time Azaya loves a good challenge and isn't against a friendly spare, and is certainly ready, willing, perhaps even eager, to defend herself and her companions if a serious threat arises.

Well spoken, and adept at arguing a particular point, Azaya enjoys a duel of words almost as much as she enjoys a rain storm, a bath, or a nightly stroll through the woods. This iridescent equine is a good listener, and is very observant and manipulative allowing the Qilin Unicorn hybrid to easily identify and solve possible issues that may arise between her patients or visitors. Additionally, this shifter is notably more independent than dependent, and will often take an issue into her own hands no matter who is present or what rank they boast. She will never turn away an injured soul, no matter from what kingdom they hail from, or how 'evil' they may be. Unwilling to argue publicly, Azaya always does her best to seem completely united with her kingdom in front of strangers though she has been known to argue her views fiercely with her friends and companions on certain topics in private.

Brief History:
Azaya was born into an ancient, but dwindling, line of Strathum citizens who could trace their ancestry back to the very first migrants to claim the land. For much of her life Azaya's only goal was to follow in her Father's footsteps and become a doctor within the kingdom. The female spent almost all of her youth following her father around as he worked asking questions and learning how to heal other individuals, even going so far as to become an apprentice at only 10 years old. Azaya's Mother dearly wished for the female to take another path, one that would eventually lead her to becoming a knight like herself as her daughter's ability to remain unnoticed and quiet was quite exceptional...but being the stubborn individual she had always been Azaya did not give in to her mother's silver-tongued pleas. Serena was injured halfway through Azaya's fourth year as an apprentice, a grievous injury of the hind leg that would leave Serena crippled for the rest of her life and required her to retire her rank as knight. Azaya's mother was a proud,bombastic soul, and what happened next should have been no surprise to Azaya herself as Serena had increased her pressure on her daughter tenfold.

Only two years after her grievous injury, Serena took her own life, unwilling or unable to accept the life of a cripple. Azaya was heartbroken, and secretly blamed her father for his inability to fix Serena's body, as well as her mind after her injury. A crevice between father and daughter started to emerge, as Azaya decided to train as a warrior with the ultimate goal of achieving the rank of knighthood. Eventually Azaya's anger at her father started to ebb, as it became obvious that the doctor was slowly wasting away from grief and that Azaya herself did not have the heart to harm so easily, and follow so mindlessly. Urged by her best-friend at the time, [Name], as well as her sister, [NAME], who had temporarily taken her place as her father's apprentice, to heal the rift between father and daughter, Azaya slowly spent more time with Sinam. The bond between the two healed, leaving a stronger relationship in it's place. Azaya's broken off apprenticeship continued, but the her father continued to waste away to the point where Azaya and her sister feared that the man had some sort of malady previously unheard of. Sinam was amused, and saddened, by their worry confiding in Azaya one night that the malady he suffered from was well known, deadly, and incurable...love. The loss of his wife took it's toll on Sinam, and the man passed away from heartbreak when Azaya and her sister were 19 years old.


Relationships:
Cousin: Adoptable
Sister: Adoptable
Best Friend: Adoptable

Love Interest/Significant Other:
N/A (Pm me!)

Other:
For now I think I'll stick to these two, though I might make more characters in the future.
A Unicorn is a magical creature,noted primarily for it's unity with nature, it's ability to stay free/hide, and it's ability to heal... Azaya will undoubtedly have a special rapport with natural creatures and plants both domestic and wild and will be able to influence them when needed. ie: Won't be as hindered by forest brush/plants and will be able to travel swiftly in heavily forested areas. Will be able to interact peacefully with wild and domestic creatures (unless they are unnaturally aggressive/hungry/cursed). Will have an aura that encourages peaceful interaction, naturally calms & relaxes. (Again, unless the individual is unnaturally aggressive/hungry/cursed).This female is in possession of three pets, a harlequin beauceron, a cat, and a magpie...she is thinking of getting another dog as well. She is no fool, and she believes getting another dog would help her protection.
Also note, that Azaya does not live within the main city of Strathum...instead, she inhabits a large forested area a reasonable distance from the city, and which borders the Aramore border.

Aron Eld III



Preferred Name:
Aron is just fine.

Age:
27 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Species:
Dragon Shifter - Wyvern.

Orientation:
Bisexual | Biromantic.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham.

Status:
King.

As a king he's about as rich as they can get, though the kingdom isn't quite as wealthy as Aramore any longer.

Appearance:
A man of decent height at 6'0" and weighing in around 170 pounds. With unruly ginger hair, bright amber eyes and a sharp, chiseled face it isn't hard to see the fiery soul hidden beneath the surface of a fairly unassuming human form. His build is lithe and leanly muscled, not quite what one might expect of a king known throughout the land for his tenacity, but not worryingly thin either. He rarely shaves, but keeps his beard neatly trimmed and never allows it to grow very long. The hair along the sides of his head is kept short, becoming longer and more curly near the top. His skin is fair, face dappled with bright, reddish freckles.

His choice in clothing, while lavish, is still considered causal for a man of his stature. Close-fitting burgundy breeches with a matching pair of pointed boots, finely woven black stockings, and a navy blue jacket worn over a black silk shirt with burgundy lining are common attire. He doesn't often opt in for a surcoat despite it being a bit unseemly for a king to go without one. He's never quite been a fan of hats either despite their popularity, but is capable of tolerating them when necessary.

In his second form he's a sizable reptile to most creatures, but still rather on the small side compared to most dragons. A slender beast with dark, burnt orange scales and dazzling amber eyes. His body is almost snake-like, light weight and flexible with two well-muscled hind legs, the feet equipped with sharp, darkly colored claws. A pair of large, leathery wings extend from the shoulders and end in small clawed hands, each having only three fingers. The neck is long and arched. The head narrow and muzzle somewhat boarder with sharpened teeth that hang out of the mouth and overlap in a similar fashion to a crocodile. His chest is wide, a cavity located inside that withholds fire. Two white horns jut out of the back of the skull and curl upwards ever so slightly at the tips.

Personality:
As with many in Stratham, Aron has a rather fearsome reputation, often referred to as the fireblood or dragon king. Cunning and deceptive, he is not unfamiliar with violence and can prove undeniably ruthless when it comes to defending the realm or else settling a personal score. He's the type to hold grudges and relishes vengeance. He has an oddly calm and laid-back demeanor, amicable to all, always speaking with a chipper tone and a smile on his face. This makes it difficult to tell when and if he's angry as his emotions are carefully shielded and not many can claim to have ever heard him raise his voice.

Considered unprofessional and overly frivolous in attitude by warring kingdoms, he's well-liked for the most part among his own people, or else resented, for being as fair as a king can be with the common folk in such trying times. He finds the raiding of civilian villages and increasing crime-rates concerning, but is also under the impression nothing can be done about it until the war has reached its end and the battles of the land indeed consume most of his attention. War, after all, brings out the absolute worst in most people. He's not any exception as the burned towns in Aramore would likely vouch for.

Brief History:
Raised elsewhere beyond the mountains of Stratham, Aron was not born into royalty. Most of Dragonkind saw fit to keep a safe distance from the realm of other shifters. Wary of their greedy natures and penchant for territorial disputes. This didn't last for long as the population grew and dragons steadily decreased. Those who remained found themselves forced to confirm to a new society. At 19 human years exactly Aron made a home for himself in Stratham as little more than a shoe maker. He captured the attention of the reigning queen before long, as he was considered a rarity among the city's other shifters.

They married only a month later, many unhappy with the decision as Aron was little more than a peasant. This did nothing to dissuade the queen, a woman nearing her last years who found the idea of a charming younger man by her side for the rest of her days too intoxicating a notion to give up. She had no children of her own and considered her other relatives unfit for the crown. Once she passed she left everything to Aron. His right to the throne was, perhaps rightfully, disputed, but naysayers never seemed to last long and eventually dissenters quieted down for fear of being burnt to a crisp.

Relationships:
None at the moment. Will be updated as needed. PM if interested.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
No one yet. Open for crushes, but of course things will need to develop through roleplay before any final decisions are made.

Theme Song:
Firewall - Les Friction.

Other:
Crocotta are wonderfully terrifying and I rather like the folklore behind Faoladh. I also have a very special place in my heart reserved for the Jersey Devil and Mothman. Cryptids count here right?

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Ciarán Reveris



Preferred Name:
Ciarán.

Age:
29 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Species:
Feline Shifter - Melanistic Central African Leopard.

Orientation:
Demisexual | Homoromantic.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham.

Status:
Knight.

She's paid fairly well, but not enough to be considered wealthy. Never granted her own land, she often lodges at local inns rather than staying at the castle.

Appearance:
Ciarán is a fairly tall lady with medium length, straight jet black hair. Her eyes are as dark as a chunk of obsidian, deep set and curving subtly at the edges. She's around 5'11", weighing in at 157 pounds. Her face is oval shaped with a very slightly triangular jawline, a rounded nose and full lips. Her body is heavily scarred with the most prominent being an old wound slashing diagonally across the face, stretching from the left ear, over the bridge of the nose and down to the right side of the chin. Her complexion is a deep brownish-black with cool undertones.

As a knight she is most often seen wearing a set of burnished armor. The underclothes consist of a pale gray linen shirt and pants. White woolen stockings cover the legs. Over that a padding garment known as a doublet is worn, partially chainmail along the arms as well as around the waist and throat, the rest being thick reddish material made from leather. Next is the body armor itself and finally the surcoat, which is in actuality little more than a robe tied at the middle with a black belt.

The surcoat is a brilliant crimson color, offsetting the onyx plating beneath it and emblazoned with Startham’s coat of arms. Her shoes are dark and closed, comparable to combat boots in shape. The last piece of her attire is a fitted helmet, crafted from black steel, encompassing the head entirely. The front can either be slid up to reveal her face or locked into place to protect it from harm with only slots for her eyes and small breathing holes provided as an opening.

As she is rarely seen without her armor little is known about her build beyond her impressive height. Ciarán is limber and fit, not quite as brawny as one might think. Lightly muscled and sturdy, but still quite feminine.



Personality:
Impassive and seemingly detached, it's rather hard to tell what this woman might actually be feeling or thinking, her emotions almost impossible to read. Ciarán appears to have a nearly endless amount of patience, but that won't stop her from smacking anyone unruly upside the head if needed. Some may find her to be a bit dull as she isn't exactly one for small talk, or conversation at all for that matter. Ciarán is not mute, but hardly ever speaks unless she deems it necessary. Years upon years of defending the realm from beasts and men alike have left her scarred physically, but her father's neglect and the abuse she suffered throughout her childhood have left left behind scars less visible.

Despite not being a magician of any sort she is prone to visions. If she holds any other affinity for magic within herself, such a talent has not revealed itself beyond the Sight. Receiving and recovering from a vision, which is usually both painful and energy draining, are generally the only times she expresses uncontrolled emotion. Despite her cold exterior Ciarán is not without compassion for others. She became a knight to protect the people and upholds a strict, self-imposed code of honor. She is cautious to avoid abusing the power of her position and will hold fellow knights accountable for deplorable or amoral actions, even if that means going behind the king’s back to deliver a little righteous punishment. She’s rather infamous for handing out unordered ass whoopings, but trusted among civilians for her candor and sense of justice.

Brief History:
Ciarán was born the only child of Bart Reveris, a lord of the Kingdom of Stratham. Her mother Amari was a wealthy noblewoman from another war-torn country who initially traveled to Idris to escape the bloodshed. One might question why these lands had seemed any safer to a newcomer, a human no less, between its savage beasts and the general unrest created by the Great War, but Lady Amari seemed quite at home, perhaps due to her attachment to Bart. They were never married and Ciarán was born out of wedlock a bastard. Despite clearly being female, Bart gave his daughter a masculine name as he had truly wanted a son. Lady Amari unfortunately died shortly after her birth due to complications from childbirth and in his grief Bart rejected his only child, sending her to be raised by a farming family in the country.

Bart formally married several years later, but when his new wife Christine proved infertile he reluctantly decided to bring Ciarán home again. By that point of her life she was already 13. Ciarán was dubbed an official Reveris, but Bart still treated her more like a son than a daughter, often putting her to work. Not a stranger to hard labor or harsh treatment, the girl never complained. Her step-mother was not fond of her in the least and took to tormenting Ciarán behind her father's back daily. Growing tired of the abuse and wanting to decide for herself what her destiny would be, Ciarán joined the royal guard, eventually becoming skilled enough to be promoted to a Knight.

Relationships:
None at the moment. Will be updated as needed. PM if interested.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
None at the moment. Open.

Theme Song:
Somebody To Die For - Hurts.

Other:
Phoenix are pretty neato too.

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I'll add at least two more characters for Aramore before we begin. :)

All photos are linked to their sources.

Full Name:
Fulke Church
Preferred Name:
Church
Age:
36
Gender:
Male
Species:
Kirin
Orientation:
Bi
Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore
Status:
Mercenary
He's not well-off, but he can afford to repair his weapons and armour.

Appearance:
Human
Taller than most with a lean but battle-hardened body. His skin has tanned in the sun, though it was originally pale. His body and face are heavily marked with scars of various intensities and ages, giving his skin an almost patterned look. His hair is a dirty blond and kept cropped short, though his beard often escapes trimming and comes through ginger. His eyes are deep green. With a stern brow, squared jaw, and overall serious look, most find him intimidating. He tends towards simple cloth clothes, but is rarely seen in them due to his job. More often he's found in leather armour. His weapons of choice are a crossbow (Are those allowed??), longsword, and light kite shield.

Kirin
A horse-like creature with notable dragon features. Its head and front limbs are that of a dragon's and its body is covered with scales. A pair of antlers reach back from it's skull. It has a tail like a classic unicorn, long and tipped with fur.

Personality:
He usually comes off as authoritative and serious, especially when he's working. He keeps things short and to the point. Around companions he shows a far softer side. He cares for people deeply, even strangers. He'll perform jobs for free if the contractor is in need, asking only for food and a place to sleep in return. He won't stand for injustice and refuses to work with those known for cruel deeds.

Brief History:
A huntsman for a small town between the two kingdoms. He trained up a the hunters and guards of the town until they were able to effective defend themselves from everything from bears to ill-doing mercenaries. He moved from town to town doing odd jobs. He's finally found himself in Aramore where he's been enlisted under the King's service as a Mercenary, though the job title hardly matches his description.

Relationships:
Has a mother back in his hometown.
Love Interest/Significant Other:
Open
Other:
Ok bugbears are cool af but dryts are neat BUT VOID CREATURES
basically anything unusual im all over ok ok yes

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Full Name:
Cŵn
Preferred Name:
Cŵn, Quinn, The Dog
Age:
Ageless
Gender:
Agender (Male pronouns)
Species:
Hellhound (Wolfhound x Deerhound)
Orientation:
Bi???
Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham
Status:
Royal Guard turned Mercenary
Not super well-off but pretty dang good

Appearance:
Human
As a human his skin is incredibly dark, almost black. His eyes are a bright golden colour. His hair is thick, wiry, deep red, and kept back in a quiff. He keeps himself clean-shaven. He's tall and lean, but surprisingly strong. He has tattoos of eyes over his body in dark ink. They're hardly visible unless they catch the light. His canines are sharp and longer than usual. He tends to wear dark leather armour over simple dark furs. His gloves have wolf claws embedded in the fingertips. His weapons of choice are a bastard sword, longsword, and a dagger, though his gloves could likely do a number on someone.

Doggo
A large cross between an Irish Wolfhound and a Scottish Deerhound. He's inherited the long, thin snout of the deerhound and the large powerful body of the wolfhound. He stands about 86cm at the shoulder and weighs about 60kg. He has thick wiry fur patterned with dark red brindle. His eyes are flaming orbs, and his throat glows like hot iron. Glossy black horns point back from his skull. His teeth are black and pointed, similar to a canine's, though his mouth and throat are full of small shark-like secondary teeth. He has a number of eyes adorning his body. Four cover the front, back, and sides of his neck. They appear as slits unless open. Two similar ones rest on his upper thigh. The rest of him has small spider-like eyes that are hardly noticeable.

Personality:
Conniving, untrustworthy, but surprisingly loyal, until his job is done that is. He follows orders without question and follows them well. He wouldn't throw himself in harm's way for his contractor, but he wouldn't be keen to let anything happen to them. He is fearsome and violent, with a temper that burns like cold fire. He values praise and companionship, but knows the difference between true kindness and a simple compliment on his work. Those who catch his eye quickly learn how much he'd do for them and how far his loyalty could go.

Brief History:
Previously a a Royal Guard for the earl of a distant county. He was a dangerous pawn used by the Earl to ransack and gain the loyalties of nearby towns. The Earl was quick to notice Quinn's feelings and manipulated him to becoming the perfect soldier. Once Quinn became Royal Guard, he was one of a handful that would stay by the Earl's bedchambers, though Quinn was often invited inside. As the Earl's army grew to a dangerous level, he began to plan an attack on the king that ruled his county. He sent Quinn and a small group of soldiers to capture a village. The village surrendered within seconds and Quinn decided to ride home to tell his Earl of the good news. He entered the Earl's chambers with a smile that quickly faded as he saw the others in bed with the Earl. Quinn dispatched them and took his possessions, leaving the county to whoever wanted it most.

Relationships:
The Earl (Deceased) - His lord and more
Love Interest/Significant Other:
Open af
Other:
HE'S A SAD PUPPY PLEASE LOVE HIM

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Full Name:
Polaris Vendela
Preferred Name:
Polaris
Age:
41
Gender:
Agender (Male pronouns)
Species:
Quetzalcoatl
Orientation:
Bi
Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore
Status:
King
Wealthy af

Appearance:
Human
Elegant, poised, graceful. Polaris is everything one would expect from a king. He walks like a dancer but talks like a knight. His eyes are stern and hawk-like. His skin is pale and his long white hair is braided back. He speaks with a tone of authority that turns almost predatory when annoyed. During court or special occasions, he wears silver silk doublets with gold or blue trim, an elaborate plant-like crown with opals, silver jewellery, and a white fur cloak. In all other manners he's found in a simple light-coloured tunic or doublet with a simple circlet style crown. His weapon of choice is the rapier, but finds a longsword and kite shield more practical.

Quetzalcoatl
An enormous snake-bird thing. It's long body is covered in pale silvery-blue scales. Its head is surrounded by golden feathers that form a frill. It has narrowing face ending in a hardened beak filled with needle-sharp teeth. It has two pairs of white wings that sit around the torso and allow flight. It has a ridge of coarse golden hairs along its spine and spikes that jut out at intervals. Its tail ends with a flurry of bright golden feathers. Despite being able to hold itself still in the sky, its body will remain moving, twirling in stasis.

Personality:
Known for being kind and generous. Polaris makes efforts to help the kingdom grow and prefers to see it for himself, rather than hear about it through a courier. He's often described as restless and can only find himself at ease while doing something. As such, he's found wandering the kingdom or patrolling the skies. He's not an idle king. Despite his good nature, he's not a man to cross. Those who would plot against him are met with the executioner's block. He makes a point to execute enemies of the throne himself.

Brief History:
Being the eldest son of the family, Polaris was chosen as rightful king to the throne. His early years could be described as violent. He made sure the other noble families knew whose family ruled the kingdom and that only through law would they usurp him. He married Rosalina at a young age and cemented their rule with a child, Natalia. Though a marriage based on confirming a ruling family could be seen as cold, Polaris feels nothing but warmth towards his wife. He sees her as not only an ally, but a friend, a companion. He trusts in her wisdom and ensures both her and their child want for nothing. In the latest years, Natalia had become unruly and restless. Polaris assigned bodyguards to her, though ensured they were simply there as protection, not as captors. She was free to wander within their lands, to talk and befriend whoever she wanted, provided she brought her guards.

Relationships:
Rosalina - Wife and Queen
Natalia - Darling Daughter and Princess

Love Interest/Significant Other:
Rosalina - Queen

Other:
The Vendela crest changes with each generation. At the moment it is that of a doe's head facing left and a Quetzacoatl's facing right encircled by wings.

Casimiro Vicario Herrera



Preferred Name:
Cas is an acceptable nickname.

Age:
26 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Species:
Gryphon Shifter - Lesser Sooty Owl x Melanistic Central American Jaguar combo.

Orientation:
Pansexual | Panromantic.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore.

Status:
Ex-Knight | Ex-Mercenary | Current Blacksmith.

He's a former soldier who abandoned the army and served as a gun for hire for a short time. He doesn't lack ethics and only accepted jobs he felt wouldn't conflict with his morals. His time as a mercenary was often unfruitful work since he would do jobs for free if the cost proved unaffordable to his clients. All in all he was pretty terrible at keeping an eye on his expenses and survived off the pity or gratitude of strangers before settling on a more steady occupation.

Appearance:
A Latino man standing around 6'2" and weighing 190 pounds. His build is fairly fit and well-muscled without being exaggerated. He has a brown skin tone somewhere between light and dark. His hair is jet black, cropped short to keep it out of the way. If allowed to grow out it becomes semi-wavy at the ends. His features are neither overly soft nor exceedingly sharp, rather an equal mix of both that suits him well.

His eyes are a dark shade of gray that at times nearly appear black, though if looked at very closely one might notice faint flecks of light green and brown surrounding the pupils. His face is somewhat triangular in shape and he has a wide nose. Tattoos of an owl’s wings decorate each shoulder blade and stretch out along the upper arm. Scars of various depth and length can be found scattered across his body. The most prominent is a jagged, uneven line slashing down the left eye.

His clothing is mostly what one might expect from a peasant. Dull colors. Rather practical and unassuming. A cloth blouse fastened around the waist with a leather belt, a thick overcoat made from wool that falls from the shoulders to half-way down the legs, a pair of old boots, trousers and padded gloves. From the belt hangs the sheath of a knife, though he rarely uses it. All in all not a huge fan of weapons, but understands at times they are necessary. At work he has better made and more protective attire consisting of a coarsely-woven mid-long sleeve linen shirt, deerskin breeches, leather boots with buckles, a protective mask and a fire-repellent apron as well as a pair of gloves while making weapons.

He's a bit of an odd looking creature in beast form. His head down to the chest is that of an owl with black and gray mottled feathers, his eyes large, round and an unsettling black with no visible pupil. Add his small, hooked gray-black beak with a sharp looking edge and a white facial disk to that and he has a rather spooky appearance. The front legs are long, thin and covered in light gray scales, bending at the elbow and ending in razor sharp black talons. The rest of the body, tail and hind legs are more comparable to a melanistic Jaguar.

Very feline-like and powerfully built. The hair short, glossy and black with very faint rosettes. The claws on the hind paws are shorter, but just as sharp. A pair of large, feathery dark gray wings connect at the shoulders, though they look as if they come from the back at a distance. Peppered with flecks of white and bands of light gray, his wings are probably the most 'colorful' part of his body. Small tufts of feather stick up on each side of the head giving the illusion of ears.

Personality:
Honestly a bit disillusioned with Idris' current predicament. Becoming a mercenary was equal parts make that money and trying to do better by Aramore's citizens as well as make a better world for his children. He's surprisingly optimistic all things considered, wears his heart on his sleeve and is willing to go to great lengths to protect other people. A bit foolhardy at times, but generally well meaning. He strikes an imposing figure between his size and spooky beast form, but is mostly harmless unless you're who he'd been hired to go after or else causing a ruckus. His social skills aren't the best despite his compassionate nature and he often proves awkward around strangers.

Brief History:
He comes from a long line of soldiers and was trained from childhood to more or less be a killing machine. His parents made certain to instill decent values in him regardless so there was always a certain balance of skill and good morals. Though as a result he was often unhappy, not truly believing killing under orders from the crown to be justifiable. Seeing the damage even his fellow knights were willing to cause the civilian population left him feeling less than friendly with his soldiers in arms and after an incident that left a royal guard dead he took off for good, never to return. At first he simply kept to staying out of sight, wandering the wilderness and more rural areas to escape detection.

Eventually he settled down in a far end of the county, married and had a family. The happiness he found with them only lasted a few years before enemy knights raided the farm while he was away looking for work and set everything on fire once they'd taken what they wanted. No one was harmed beyond the knights frightening his daughters and harassing his wife, but they were never quite the same. His wife fell ill on his oldest daughter's 4th birthday and died a year a later. Tired of sitting on the sidelines and hoping to provide better for his children he got into mercenary work, his wife's sister watching over the girls while he was away. That only lasted another year before realized mercenary work wasn't helping feed his family and he settled in Aramore's capital, training in the trade of a blacksmith and eventually coming to own his own business.

Relationships:
His sister-and-law and kids are open, but I figured I'd just make them npcs unless anyone wants one of them.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
None at the moment. Open.

Theme Song:
Beautiful Crime - Tamer

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Deana Allerton



Preferred Name:
Her name is often shortened to Dea, which she prefers. She likes nicknames and a feeling of familiarity with friends and patients alike.

Age:
30 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Species:
Equine Shifter - Chincoteague Pony.

Orientation:
Asexual | Panromantic.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore.

Status:
Healer.

She makes a humble living for herself.

Appearance:
A shorter woman reaching only 5'5" in total. She is a bit on the heavy side, delightfully plump as she would say, with light skin and dusty blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders in gentle waves. Pale golden freckles dapple her skin and her large eyes are a seafoam green color. She has an oblong face with soft features, a gentle smile and warm glow radiating from her at all times. Quite a lovely woman overall.

As a pony she reaches decent size, measuring exactly 13.2 hands. She has a beige and white pinto pattern to her pelt with a medium length cream colored mane and tail. Dea has a straight, slightly concave facial profile with a broad forehead and well angled shoulders. Her chest is wide, her bones dense and build sturdy.

Personality:
A kindly woman with a rather laid-back disposition. She's a motherly figure to everyone she comes to know regardless of age, but isn't prone to fussing or worrying without reason. Even the kingdom's royalty should expect a gentle lecture about neglecting their needs from time to time should she notice any lapse in their health that could have been prevented. She tries not to pry in the business of others uninvited, but will undoubtedly get involved if she feels someone is in trouble or need of help.

Despite what the above might imply, Deana is no push over. While she is a generally helpful lady who strives to do right by others, she will not allow herself to be manipulated or used. If a person aims to do these things they are not deserving of attention from anyone in her eyes and she can prove shockingly unforgiving if she comes to find she has been purposefully deceived by someone she trusted. Dea is naturally protective of her patients, especially the young, and can prove rather fierce if anything or anyone attempts to harm them.

Brief History:
Her backstory wasn't anything particularly out of the ordinary. She grew up in poverty, but her parents were very loving, supportive people and so were the rest of her family. She lost her younger brother to the plague and a sister only a few years later to tetanus. Watching her siblings painful departure from the world was more than enough to encourage her interest in healing. She didn't have the funds to train under an official shaman and learned everything she knows from a local witch doctor instead, continuing to help poor families like her own and royalty alike in the present day.

Relationships:
None. Open.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
None at the moment. Open.

Theme Song:
Battle Scars - Paradise Fears.

full Name:

Andrea Skylar

Preferred Name:

Skylar

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Species:

Dometic short-haired cat

Orientation:

Asexual/homoromantic

Kingdom Citizenship:

Stratham

Status:

Former thief now Healer
Just enough to be able to be considered middle-class.

Appearance:

human
In her human form, Skylar stands at the average height of 5'4 and a weight around 160 pounds with little visible muscle she is not very imitating. Her skin is a milk chocolate brown with a healthy sheen, complimented her dark jade eyes that possess an ever so slight blue hue. Her hands are covered in small scars but none are very noticeable as they seem to be either made from small knives or just general clumsiness, however on her forearm, there is a noticeably large scar that resembles a dog bite Not dressing to impress Skylar wears a simple garment made up of a loose fitting formerly white shirt and regular deep brown pants, this being something she could be shunned for it being unladylike but she could care less. Fitting with her more casual attire her dark wavy hair is cropped short and somewhat sloppily making her look a bit homeless by today's standards.

Feline
Skylar's feline form is a far cry from anything impressive. A large well-groomed black and white cat resembling a Turkish angora can easily be over looked as just another stray in the streets, or a feral when she's closer to her home.

Personality:
Not being very imitating in stature nor in her shifted form, Skylar has to depend on her quick wit and cleverness to get out of being killed or badly maimed, though not a stranger to physical violence in her younger years she would now rather run from a fight than have to go through physical harm. This doesn’t mean that she's a coward or can't defend herself in a life or death scenario. She is also very shy around people she finds attractive and blushes easily.

Brief History:

Andrea grew up on the streets of Statham with her older sister Diana. Most of her life was spent being a literal cat burglar, using her common shifted form Skylar and her sister would climb into a houses upper story in the shifted forms and then shift into their human form once inside and the pair would take small expressive trinkets to sell later for currency. One night however Diana hatched a scheme to steal from one of Statham's knights, she had been told by another street rat that he had an expensive pocket knife that would give them enough currency to last them for years . Andrea was mildly suspicious about this whole scenario but went along with it anyway.
Long story short there was no knife, just an angry Knight shifted into his animal form (a large black mastiff). terrified Andrea was able to flee with her only wound being a deep bite in her forearm, but her sister wasn't as lucky. Not knowing what to do and grieving over her sister Andrea spent weeks just pick-pocking strangers on the streets, most of her night she spent with an empty stomach and a wound that was slowly becoming infected. Things turned around however when Felica Wildes took pity on the starving teen at the time and brought her to her home, a small cottage style house in a section of the large forest around Stratham, there Skylar learned all about healing and visions (an ability she did not possess but her mentor did) when Felica passed, Skylar took over her role. Not as good as her mentor due to sheer lack of experience she is still learning by herself.

Relationships:
Father - Begal tiger- deaceased
Mother - Domestic cat- deacesed
Sister - Main coon- unknown
Mentor - Felica Wildes- Lynx- Deceased

Love Interest/Significant Other:

Currently single but always open


Other:
Oh man, there are so many mythical beasts I could choose from... You'd have to give me a category to choose from XD

|| Full Name ||
Turah Faye

|| Age ||
19

|| Gender ||
Female

|| Species ||
Red Fox

|| Orientation ||
Heterosexual

|| Kingdom Citizenship ||
Aramore

|| Status ||
Mercenary
Small Town Thief - Lower Class

|| Appearance ||

Human
In her human form, Turah has a lean build with little muscle mass due to her ectomorphic figure. She carries a thick head of wild and untamed red hair that falls below her narrow shoulders. Her facial structure consisted of coy and feminine features. Big soft grey doe eyes, her pale skin has a slightly warm undertone with small freckles faintly grazed against the higher end of her cheeks. She hides her heavily scarred body under her thick clothing. Most of her hidden marks mainly consisted of numerous long horizontal scars on the left and right side of her waist. The young girl had earned with her naive nature and getting too comfortable. Turah tends to wear hooded clothing with that of a woolen scarf in mainly grey tones to blend in with commoners as well as to keep her main features hidden from the public.

Red Fox



A nimble looking creature, quick on her feet. The vixens elongated coat is fierce in colour, her luminous red pigment in present in her smooth fur faded inwards to a silky white. Her features thickly contoured with mute black rims, enhancing her contrast and outlining her sharp snout and heavy amber eyes. In this form she appeared slightly larger than most other foxes due to her thick pelt. However this wasn't the case as the vixen only stood at 45cm and weighed in at a light 5kg in her shifted form. When threatened she uses the odd illusion to an advantage as a bluff to cover up her doubt in whatever situation she finds fitting.

|| Personality ||
Turah has always been generally been soft spoken. Cautious of her surroundings and tended to steer clear of large groups. Despite her observant attributes, the young maiden's rather short tempered and snaps easily when someone or something tests her patience. Turah wasn't a voucher for physical violence and usually managed to talk her way out of things, since she was well aware of her disadvantage in strength, she relied on speed and wits. Taking her newly found joy in sarcastic tones and toying with others when in serious situations. Now more than often landing herself in more trouble than she could handle most times.

|| Brief History ||
She was born and raised into a small household on the outskirts of Stratham. Her always demanding Mother had a very strict and controlling demeanour towards her. Unlike her younger brother Bryce who was far more superior to herself according to her gleeful parents. The two kin where very close in their younger years until her parents starting displaying their clear favouritism between the duo. Causing them break off from each other, being roughly ten years old she didn't think much of it. Overtime she became aware of her fathers plans to sell her into an arranged marriage with one of the older local men when she turned fourteen. Turah had grown extremely self conscious about herself, developing a heavy case of anxiety. Feeling as if she was just a mere object being traded for a pretty penny.

Years passed on and a month before she turned fourteen, she willingly fled her home and wandered the streets for days until she discreetly hitched a ride on the back of a wooden horse pulled cart of transported goods to Aramore. Time painfully passed on and she became heavily reliant on thievery to support herself for months. She eventually developed a relationship with a older man in his early twenties which gradually turned itself into a very toxic relationship. When everything became too much to handle she left his grasp and was forced back into the streets of Aramore. Quickly reverting back to a mercenary lifestyle after being turned down for employment many times.

|| Relationships ||
Josephine - Mother - Eastern Coyote
Cedric - Father - Red Fox
Bryce - Brother - Unknown

|| Love Interest/Significant Other||
Open/None Developed

|| Other ||
Jackalopes are cute ^.^ Also, anyone is free to play Bryce (Send me a PM)

[Shall tidy this up with formatting once it is filled out more]

Full Name
Alexander Thom.
“Thommy” is not uncommon, but it is a nickname ever despised.

Preferred Name
Alexander or simply shortened to Alex.

Age
26 years old.
(Technically ageless, but his existence stretches to 26 years, making him quite young in consideration with his species.)
Gender
Male.

Species
Hellhound.

Orientation
"Is that pertinent?"
Homosexual but if asked, many would not be able to place his orientation.
Due to personal reasonings, he keeps his sexuality obscured.


Kingdom Citizenship
Aramore

Status
Healer|Witchdoctor
Wealth- Poor
By all means, Alexander would be fairly well off if it were not for his whimsical spending habits and mounting debts. At this point, he is left scrambling.

As a note, he will often take up more nefarious tasks under the table to scrape up funds. It is not something he is proud of, but his tendency to fall into debt returns him to this cycle time and time again.

Appearance

||Human Form||
For a man of medicine, Alexander doesn't look as friendly or approachable as one might stereotype someone working within his field ought to be. Given his height, naturally tall at 6'2, and his heavy built frame, Alex can be imposing to some, despite his overall harmlessness.
Couple that in with Resting Bitch Face Syndrome, and you have a man who perpetually looks irked.
When he smiles, it is often characteristically lop-sided.

His shoulders and chest are wider, although, he is not overly muscular and maintains a fair balance between a more fit physique and an average one. Among his chest are the scatterings of vitiligo, creating a pigment much lighter than his natural skin tone- which is a deep olive with bronze highlights.
He is rather insecure in regards to the condition and tries to hide it as best he can, though he can do little to naught to cover the tracings of it on his hands.
A long scar runs down the length of his rib cage.

Alexander's face maintains a rugged air to it, with a relatively chiseled jaw and cheekbones of a higher set. His nose curves slightly at the tip and along lies pink, faded scar- one he attests he has little idea as to how he obtained it.
Freckles dust the areas around his nose and cheeks. His eyes are lined with thick lashes and are bright green, with specklings of a more earthy, brown hue towards the pupil and a darker ring around the iris itself.

His thick hair falls in curled waves, about medium in length, and is of a dark, chocolate brown hue that borders on black with a faint hinting of red tones. Alexander often keeps it neatly tucked behind his ears.
Stubble lines his jaw.

||Hellhound Form||
Once shifted, Alexander takes on a form undoubtedly canine- an appearance quite similar to that of two breeds of domesticated dog intertwined- The Belgian Malinois and Belgian Tervuren. The difference, of course, would be the distinguishing features common among the Hellhound species.

In opposition to his stature when human, where he often towers over others, in this shape Alex is considerably smaller, more so than what may be the norm for Hellhounds and is rather compact and sleek while maintaining a noticeable musculature.

The fur on his pelt is dense, offering something of a feathery appearance, running thickest on his neck and tail, colored in hues of intermingling browns and blacks, anywhere from the darkest ebony to the richest rust. White streaks run through the thick strands of his coat and align with the placement of the vitiligo in his humanoid form.

His ears are well tufted and larger, with a triangular shape that tapers off in a sharp angle. A single notch is distinguishable on the left tip. In between his ears are two nubby horns, of a darker red interlaced with a more crimson shade. His horns are not as extravagant as seen on others of his species and he is relatively bitter about it.

Both his nose and paw pads have mottled pink amidst the black.
His human eye color carries over to his shifted appearance, lending a striking contrast between the dark of his coat and the light green of his irises.

His whip-like tail is furred akin to a gerbil's, ending in a shape resembling a spade with a hardened, boney tip and matches in color with that of his horns. His long, hooked claws are mainly black with a scarlet coloration towards the quick.



Personality
A man brimming with internal confliction, many intricacies underline his intentions and actions, making him, at times, a bit of a challenging individual to handle.
There would be no lie in saying even Alexander himself knows not what he wants from life.

Being highly ambitious, driven when motivation strikes him, Alexander pursues attractive opportunities that arise with fervor.
This tendency oft makes him a hard worker with remarkable diligence, however, make no mistake; this inclination does not come without problems.
Alex can become utterly absorbed in his work, rarely opting to give himself a break, be it needed or not.
The habit is not healthy, but it's also not one he'll willingly admit to, lest you drag it out of him, as stubborn as he can be.

Faults aside, Alexander has a markable aptitude for medicine. His bedside manner, however, is not particularly the best.
While not intentionally rude- well, for the most part- per se, his blunt and at times wry manner of speech can easily lead someone to misconstrue him as insensitive or cold.

Outside of work, Alex is victim to different vices, a given as he is a pleasure seeker to his core, spending many a night in taverns with the warmth of alcohol but an order away. Of course, he tries to keep a lid on these vices with notably varying levels of success.
His impulsiveness makes him terrible with finances and can often put him in tight places by way of poor decision making. While on the job he is competent and highly skilled, off work he can justly be described as a loose cannon.

Interpersonal relationships are where things can get a tad complicated. Due to his upbringing, Alexander has significant issues forming and maintaining deep connections with others. The very thought of being emotionally close to another terrifies him, so, as a defense mechanism, he keeps people at a safe distance despite craving connections with those around him.

Despite this, Alexander socializes with ease, proving to have the gift of gab, though his tongue can be quite sharp at times which in and of itself can be off-putting to some.
Alex has a leaning to being promiscuous and can be teasingly flirtatious with no real intent behind it.
His fear of close, intimate relationships makes it hard for him to settle down, however.
He is, somehow, utterly oblivious to when someone is flirting with him or overtly interested.

He can become blind to faults in others once he gains a certain level of closeness with them and can, thus, fall engrossed into relations that are toxic.
To say the least, Alex is a person easily manipulated if circumstances align right, which, along with his lack of immediate forethought and a "pendulum morality," explains many of the unfavorable circumstances of his present state.



Brief History
Alexander was born and raised in the rural reaches of Aramore.
His mother, Olivia Thom, still at a young twenty-four, passed shortly after his birth due to a sudden rise of complications.
With his father absent from his life, having little interest in rearing a child, Alexander was left in the care of his grandfather, Phillip Thom.
It was with Philip that Alex was raised in affluence and, in many ways, utter isolation.

Relationships
Mother- "Long gone."
Olivia Thom
[Canine Shifter]
Deceased.
Olivia passed during childbirth due to complications, leaving Alex to only know her through stories told by his Grandfather.

Father- "Yeah, two words- good riddance."
[Hellhound Shifter]
Unknown
Alexander's father was never involved in his life. He remains sour over this fact and refuses to speak on the matter.
What little he knows is that his father was a hellhound.

Grandfather-
[Canine Shifter]
Alive
Philip Thom (NPC)



Love Interest/Significant Other
TBD through RP.
(PM or comment on OOC thread to discuss otherwise.)

Other
I'm a huge fan of mythological canids. From Fenrir to Hellhounds, to Wargs. Hard to pick just one!

”You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.” - Loretta Lynn

Preferred Name:

Amice Nash

Pronounced [Ah-ME-ss]

Age:

29

Gender:

Female

Species:

Fox Shifter

Orientation:

Straight

Kingdom Citizenship:

Stratham

Status:

Mercenary, a thief, she’s pretty poor.

Appearance:

A shorter, slim girl with a small frame, standing at around 5’3, and weighing around 114 pounds. She has a hardened face, less delicate than you’d expect, complete with a scar curving along her jawline, which is a tad sharper for a female. She has a straight-backed posture, but despite this, she always looks ready to dart, whether from guards or other. Her skin is fairly tanned and dirtied, and her hair is a dark brown, while her eyes match her hair, the only difference being the richer color in them. She often only wears her usual light-set of dirtied clothes, complete with a hood.

As a fox, this female is smaller than average, and has the usual ginger coat you associate with a fox. She has dark brown stockings fading away just at the top of each leg, and white covering under her muzzle, and leads down halfway down her neck before ending. Her tail tip is a soft white, and her rich ginger fur is high-lighted by black. Her big eyes are a piercing amber color.

Personality:

A sassy trickster is a simple way to put Amice, she’s rather like the female, less godly, version of Hermes. She’s an adventurer at heart, and has a tongue of bitter honey, able to speak with grace to get what she likes, but also able to break someone down with a few words. She has wit, and a strong will. She’s able to know what she wants, and isn’t someone you’d really like to mess with. With her strong, able personality, comes the bad side. She can often seem broken off from society, and can often be cold and rude, as she was never really raised in manners. She can be rather stubborn and hard-headed, rushing into things without really thinking sometimes.

Brief History:

Amice was born into poverty, alone with her mother, as her father had left early on in her life. When her mother was evicted from her home, unable to pay off her fees, they were left on the streets. She grew up, facing the horrible world from a young age. She grew, stealing from whoever she could to feed her and her mom. She gave the extra items to others on the street. When her mom passed away, she kept herself alive best she could, mourning in silent rage as she eventually made a name for herself in the streets. Amice has met a young man named Brenner, and has taken him under her wing to help him survive in the streets. A partner in crime, if you will.

Relationships:

Egberta Ward|Mother|Deceased|

Brenner|Friend|Alive|

Love Interest/Significant Other:

Nope.

Other:

I’m gonna be cheesy and say dragons and or Wyverns, though I also adore mermaids because bioluminescence is a thing that they should have as deep sea creatures!

Full Name:
Rosalina Mirabella Vendela
Preferred Name:
Rose
Age:
42
Gender:
Female
Species:
Peryton
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore
Status:
Queen, Wealthy-royalty
Appearance:
A slender yet short woman in her 40's. She stands at a height of 5'5 and weights at around 150lbs. Her complexion is pale with a few freckles flushing over her cheecks, her eyes as blue as the ocean with a tint of green shining in them from time to time. Her hair is short, blonde with strands of gray running through it. As her age allows, she also has a few wrinkles lining her forehead and around her mouth, not too prominent unless she smiles widely.

The dresscode she wears is moderate for a woman of her status. Dresses in light blue, green or even white are what she prefers to wear in the castle and to diplomatic meetings. Dresses that reveal much or boast her status with intricate design or colours are frowned upon by her, as Roselia has been brought up to cherish modesty. When she does go outside of the castle for casual walks, she wears beige or white coloured dresses that are simple enough to almost blend in. As the Queen she can never blend in too much.

Peryton form
In her shifter form, she is a majestical doe with wings, tail and hind legs of a bird- a peryton. With a coat as white as the pure snow that falls from the skies during winter and eyes as blue as the sky the snow falls from, Rose beautifully represents her royal genes from her father. A slender creature, she stands at 45inch shoulder height and weights 145lbs. Her hind legs have sharp claws, her tail is that of a pin-tailed wydah- a tail that seems to split into two long tails itself, but is actually many long feathers.

Personality:
Rosalia is a modest woman who is usually keeps her ideas to herself, but is not afraid to speak her mind when her kingdom or family is included. She cares deeply for her husband and her dear daughter, though the latter sometimes makes her feel as her hair gets grayer the more she leaves the castle. Usually calm to react to anything, she has her days where she could burst like a volcano and those are the days that the King himself wants to hide from her. She's hard headed on her off days and there's no use to argue with her, although she is quick to apologize and say she's in the wrong for exploding.
She treats everyone equally, and this is what amazes her people. A Queen who happily would spend her day milking cows, picking herbs and mushrooms and running trough the forest with the village kids. On warm sunny days she invites village women over to rest in her garden under the shade of the willow trees. They would sit and chat, drink tea and juice and sometimes even make handicrafts. Rose especially loves to make embroidery and crochet, as she relaxes from her daily duties with her fellow village women.
Brief History:
Rosalia was born to the Earl of Literhof Manor and his wife, and is the only child. Not much is known of her mother, as she died during childbirth and her father never did mention much about her. Rose was brought up in quite a closed circle of tutors and rules, thus modelling her into a perfect noblewoman. Inside though, Rose had other ideas. She loved to sit in nature and converse with townsfolk, thus her love for the country and its people began. When young she met Polaris and their feelings blossomed early on, leading to their marriage at a young age and her position as Queen. Not long after a daughter was born, a beautiful child named Natalia. Nobles would gossip as the daughter of the Literhof seducted the young prince for to claim her title, but Rose adores and loves her husband to no end, and would sacrifice herself to save him or her daughter.

Relationships:
Husband- Polaris Vendela, King of Aramore
Daughter- Natalia (Heir of Aramore’s throne)
Father- Earl of Literhof Manor
Mother- Deceased

Love interest/Significant Other:
Polaris-The King of Aramore
Other::
Magical deer wif big ol’ birb wings, yas.



Full Name:
Catherine Eleonore Dagöth
Preferred name:
Cath, Nora
Age:
31
Gender:
Female
Species:
Highland Cow
Orientation:
Asexual
Kingdom citizenship:
Stratham
Status:
Farmer, beginner leatherworker.
Lower class, not poor but makes ends meet.
Appearance:
Catherine is a strong-built woman in her early 30s. She has quite a muscular build, although she's showing signs of exhaustion and hunger from the lack of food and sleep. Standing at 5'10 tall and weighing at 183pounds, Cath somewhat towers over women her age and is quite tomboyish by personality to match. Her skin is tan with some scars covering her hands from working with pitchforks and other crude things. She has dark brown hair that reaches her shoulders with a few curls at the end, her eyes are a nice honey brown colour. Her left eye though is a little lighter, as if a very light milky coat was put over it. She is blind in her left eye.

Highland Cow
In her shifter shape Cath stands at 3,2ft and weighs a hefty 853 pounds. Her fur is a darker brown than the usual highland cattle and her horns are far more longer than usual, reaching the length of that of a highland bull's horns. Her strength is immense in her cow form and she sometimes uses it on the farm to make her work easier.
Personality:
Cath is a very calm and quiet being, she loves her solitary life on the farm. She's not great at starting conversations, rather, she'd avoid them at all costs. She's not a coward, no, but she's grown up to not trust people on a whim.
Life has dragged her trough hardships and she's faced them head on, thus her bull-headed personality. But when she finds a person she can trust, oh boy, she'd spill her heart out to them. A lonely soul who inside seeks only someone to be by her side, to be her companion. Yet she knows she's not easy to approach, given her huge build and her exhausted look. She's not very self-confident as well and hesitates to accept a compliment, when she gets one that is.
Brief history:
Catherine was born as the 3rd child to Carlysle and Magatha Dagöth. The only daughter of a farmer family, she learned how to work on the fields next to her brothers. When Cath was born, her parents were quite old and the fatigue of war weighed on them, leading to their death quite soon after it started. After her parents's death the farm got attacked by thieves and Catherine's eye was stabbed when she tried to defend her home, hence why she is now blind. After the attack her brothers left the farm as fast as they could, leaving Cath the only one to work and live there. She did not mind though, as this was a simple quiet life. Simple she would say, although all she did was work daily to have enough produce by the time the King's henchmen came to collect taxes. This went on for a while until all she had left were barren fields. The henchmen didn't have anything to take from her so they left her alone for the time being. Mercenaries and thieves do come to steal anything she can grow, but she defends the farm with all the strength she has.
Relationships:
She had a good relationship with her parents and brothers, although some bickering came up as usual for bigger families. She has no enemies, she does not want or need any.
Love Interest/SIgnificant Other:
None currently and not actively looking for one either. She's a wait-it-out kind of miss, so she's pretty much expecting someone to "sweep her off her feet".
Other:
Lovely little moo who actually wants to be loved

Alpine Ibex Image+Source

Full Name: Jael Indra
(Goat of Possessing Rain)

Preferred Name:
Jael
(likely what your character goes by/is referred to as)

Age: 20 Years Old

Gender: Transgender Male (FtM)

Species: Alpine Ibex (Male Counterpart)

Orientation: Bisexual

Kingdom Citizenship: Aramore

Status:
Commoner- Mostly Traveler-Light Rancher-Cattle Herder
Medium Commoner, Not too rich.

Appearance:

Human
As a human, Jael stands just at 5'7" and holds a lithe but well-built body, weighing in around 141 lbs. He has a rounder complexion with small pores, the skin pale as sandstone. His hair is to be described as crudely cut at the shoulder-length, yet it most often is tied back with thick hide strings, the ginger coloring sparking like that of growing embers. . He holds himself to be tough at times, being stubborn enough to rather not fight if not necessary. His eyes are a light hazel color.

Clothing
Jael's clothes tend to be very bland out in public, he'll wear only his warm brownish tunic lined with fur or a mix match of commoner's clothes,having a slight distaste for upperclassmen clothing. . Jael mostly wears his hair tied back and like a small but crud pony tail, not bothering to ever let it down to show it's crudely cut form. Some accessories include one brass hoop-let earring on the left ear.

Alpine Ibex
As his Ibex form, Jael is rather stocky and sturdy as well. He stands around 3’ at the shoulder and weighs about 257 lbs. Jael has a short, broad head and a duller coat. It has brownish grey hair over most of the body, a pale abdomen and slightly darker markings on the chin and throat and in a stripe along the back, and his eyes are a Blue specked with green,(pretty much a hazel coloring). Two large, backwards-curving, horns with numerous ridges along their length can easily observed a top this shifter's head, reaching about 14 inches in length. These are normally used in fighting. A brass tag is found on the left ear, with the inscription: A20-IB. This tag is similar to those of ear tags found on cattle.

Personality:

Jael is well stubborn as an ox. He will not give up easily to any obstacles or opponents in his way, hard work and long travels have supplied this hardy nature. He is also tough,being headstrong to take on challenges other's wish not to complete. He is a tad bit agile, quick on his feet to get things (mostly work) through and complete.He is extremely devoted to work. Work is what he thinks is best for everyone, even if the kingdoms are warring. His views on the kingdoms are a bit disgruntled, but may be favored if the society is treated to good bounties. To strangers, he is wary, taking a cautious approach before giving a shy greeting. He is down to earth honest and loyal to those that trust him, working his heart out to keep the relations strong and persistent, and the work day determined with high spirits. He oddly prefers the company and cooling sensation of rain where ever he goes.

Brief History:
He was born and grew up in a loving family in a small,lesser known village, he lived without worry until he was about 17 years old, but at that point everything changed. He lost his father to a horrible illness that had spread though the village, that killed at least 25% of the population. As the number of deaths grew, his mother and him left their village to travel the plains of Aramora, soon retiring to a closer village. At the age of 17, his mother disappeared, only to be framed of murdering her. He has some doubt to his mother's whereabouts, but he believes that she is somewhere off, alive and well. Soon shunned from his village, he wanders aimlessly, looking for work in the hopes of surviving and finding his mother, if she is still out there.

Relationships:
Mother: Possibly Alive or Deceased- Disappeared around the age of 17. (You are welcome to play this character! Just PM me first!)
Father: Deceased-Natural Causes

Love Interest/Significant Other:
Currently Open, STRONGLY PREFERRED TO HAVE CHEMISTRY.

Other:
My favorite mythical character is a wyvern!