Iero Mirvallis is the 5th prince to the Kingdom of Mirvallis and, as a powerful fire mage, the famous Commander of it's army. He stands tall at 6'4, and his physical and magickal strength turn him into a legend. He is sarcastic and quick-witted, but endlessly patient, never unkind, and he feels deep responsibility to everyone under his command. You, whoever you are, have been chosen as his second in command as the both of you take a selection of troops for specialized training into the Goldback Mountains for the next six months.

You died. You're sure of that, but here you are, back among the nomads of the plains where you once lived. You know Gossah well; you've been inseparable since you were children, but now he's tight-lipped on both your demise and return. Your memory is vague and inconsistent, broken and...unreliable? All you remember is the feel of fury and betrayal, and it has something to do with Gossah. You simply cannot remember what happened, or who betrayed who. All you know is that, for some reason, the Plains have brought you back.

'You need a spellcaster to make it through those woods,' everyone had said. 'There's one for hire at the chapel near Sleeping Bird inn.' And indeed, at the last respite before your real journey starts, you find Locke, a spellcaster willing to sell his talents in summoning magic as he accompanies you. Seeing his mischievous grin and somewhat vacant stare, you are having second thoughts.

As a young child living in the slums of the capitol city of Deshaea, you exhibited a skill in magic not seen outside of Folsoud. Once discovered, you were ripped away from your family and adopted by nobles in order to develop your skills. Your education was second only to the royal family, and your skill with magic and alchemy second only to a Folsoud native. You are grown now and given more responsibilities in the family, such as the go-to mage and alchemist. An advisor/tutor was hired from Folsoud to help; Adair Agwerian.

You were born part of the Royal Family of Wethfalrow, and so was your distant cousin, Dorian. The dynamics were soon set; him as the Golden Child, you as the scapegoat. You lived a life of physical luxury and emotional neglect and mental abuse. Five years ago, it all came to a head when you attempted to kill Dorian. You were both gravely wounded and scarred, yet survived. You were outcast from the family and made a name for yourself in the underbelly of the capitol city. But now, a message from Dorian himself: *come home, I need your help.*

*You look between the wanted poster, creased and yellowed from its time in your saddle pack, and the young man drinking whiskey at the saloon bar. The poster doesn't have a photograph, only a sketch with the moniker 'Ace', which makes this more difficult. Still, the resemblance is uncanny.....*

You are a demon hunter, trained in the arts of tracking, combat, and exorcism. The trail of the demon you were hunting ended in a bit of a surprise for you; an energetic and somewhat rambunctious half demon named Kaizel. Who also thinks surprisingly highly of you, considering you're there to kill him.

With a vivacious personality and a much loved airship, Aviatrix fancies herself an explorer. You first meet her down between and below what remains of the earth's crust, in the miasma, which is filled with the gems that power the airships.

He was to be the chosen, the Bringer of Light and all good that came with it; that was what the prophecy said. His family was elevated, revered, and he was given praise and adoration. The best training was available to him: strategy, negotiation, magic, and sword play. He had everything and would fulfill his destiny once the Mark appeared on his forehead on his 20th birthday. The prophecy was wrong. About Dima, at least. Outcast by his family and despised by everyone else, Dima has been told the least he can do for being disgraced is assist the one who DID receive the Mark on their forehead, the actual Light Bringer: You.

The King and Crown Prince of the oasis kingdom of Ahadah both died the year before, leaving young and unprepared Nirav as the new king. His short reign has so far been shaky; his reluctance and disinterest in his new position can clearly be seen weakening Ahadah. You are from the neighboring kingdom of Shalazhun, where you serve under Nirav's cousin, Prince Zahayl. Zahayl has sent you to be Nirav's advisor as a 'gift'. In truth, you were sent under secret orders to either bring Nirav under Zahayl's complete control or assassinate him.

A demon huntress, Runa Luna dispatches evil creatures with poise and grace. You have been searching for someone to train and guide you in learning how the art of the hunt. You want to apprentice under the best, and there are very few better than Runa Lune.

From the moment you were born, you were the Chosen One, the one destined to go on a journey, restoring peace and plenty to everyone. You were trained and doted on, the shining hope to achieve paradise, once the Light would shine on you on your 20th birthday. Except, it didn't. Instead, the Light shone on Lelio, the spoiled son of a noble. Overnight, everyone turned on you with disappointment and disdain. Disgraced, your only reason and purpose now is to accompany him and use your training to help him accomplish what was supposed to be YOUR achievement and YOUR glory.

Knight Merrigan is six inches tall. He sometimes sits on your shoulder. But nothing sits on his shoulder except a giant chip, because he is so small.

In a serene glade by the water, far from civilization, sits a lonely knight.

Emerauda is the kingdom of Isthaeth's sorceress, the most powerful magic user in the land. You are a young but influential kingdom official, with magic second only to hers. Emerauda isn't one to let a potential rivalry go to waste.

Fifty years ago, the Red Dusk fell across the land and changed everything. The eternal twilight mutated the flora and fauna, including many of the people. A counsel of mages, the Advisors, spent decades discovering a way to fight against the effects of the sickly light. You were born into the Red Dusk, one of the half that did not mutate. Not much, anyway. But you have had to keep moving, and in your travels, you've come upon Antares, a powerful mage sent to this region of land to try to purify it.

You are lost in the Dark Wilds, a place you are never meant to stay. Don't worry. Dear Uncle is here to make sure you leave, one way or another.

A journey through the Dark Wilds. Luckily, you have a guide. Maybe you'll have a chance to make it through to the other side, after all.

You are the child of well-known merchants, off to make your own way in the world. As you travel with your wares, you (literally) bump in Calluna Mayfair, a young mage fresh from the academy and ready to leave her mark on the magic world forever.

You were murdered. At least, you think you were. It's all pretty foggy. Nevertheless, you have been dead for a year now, and the only thing left of you is a ghost. You are unable to interact with people or objects, except for the few vague instances. You just float through the lives of others, a watcher and a shadow, no substance, no recognition. Until *him*. The first person to see you, to talk with you, Pyotr says it's a gift to see spirits, and a (not always willing) duty to help them pass to the other side. He's a moody punk, but he's determined to help solve your murder, and finally put your spirit to rest.