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Bandits/Bodyguards:

Name: Jean Kreelina
Age (Somewhat young. Not over 20.): 17
Personality: not the smartest, stubborn, eager to fight.
Appearence: pale skin flame red hair,
How/Why you are a bandit: Raised to be one.
Weapon: two scimitars
Special Skills/Misc.: well I'm not clear.. Does everyone have some summoning abilities? Other then that lock picking extensive hand to hand and sword combat training.


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Name: Silerin Ducat
Age: 18
Personality: Her sharp, almost snake-like voice says much about her personality. She is extremely perceptive, studying every little habit and mindset she can from the people around her, and she uses this to her advantage. She enjoys getting into people's minds, seeing how they tick, and then stopping the ticking. Basically, she gets to know people extremely well, so that in the future it is far easier to kill them and rob their corpses. Trust is a wonderful thing, so long as you know the perfect time to break it.
Appearance: Silerin (or "Sil" as she is most often called by those who call themselves her friends) stands at approximately 5'3", her well-toned muscles long rather than big. She has long black hair that is almost always pulled back into a tight ponytail, and ice blue eyes that seem to be able to penetrate skin itself. Her smile can seem gentle, but it is always a smirk in her mind. She wears form-fitting clothing in shades of gray that seem to just fade away into the landscape behind her.
How/Why I am a bandit: Silerin was born technically a gypsy, one of the lowest classes there was. It was only a matter of time before she began to steal food and other things that she could not afford in order to survive. She then discovered she had quite a passion for stealing and taking advantage of those higher on Society's food chain than her. This sort of passion is what normally leads people to become bandits, and she was no exception to this rule.
Weapon: Being fairly intelligent, she carries a ranged weapon and melee weapons. Her ranged is a long bow, with is constantly strung across her back, along with a goodly amount of arrows. Her melee weapons are two one-handed sickles, made of well-forged steal, with black oak wood making the handles of them. These hang on leather straps, attached to the sturdy brown leather belt she is never without.
Special Skills/Misc.: She is in most ways a marksmen, and even when in melee combat, uses agility far more than blunt force, accuracy over amount of strikes. This is not always the best style, but it does have it's advantages. With this marksmenship comes a habit to watch people, observe their movements, mental habits. As before mentioned, because of her watchfulness, she is able to manipulate people fairly easily, given that she's had the opportunity to watch them enough.


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Name: Lejrul
Age:19
Personality: Angry
Appearence: Rough around the edges, dark hair, not very well shaven. Tall but lean.
How/Why you are a bandit: Lejrul was absolutely terrible with magic when he was young, so to get what he wanted he turned to other means. He uses his physical strength to get what he wants.
Weapon: A flat bar of steel the's wide at the top but tapers toward the handle.
Special Skills/Misc.: He can pretty much beat anybody in a fistfight.




Student:

Name: Freyo
Age: 16
Personality: Eager to learn, but at too fast of a pace. Angered his master is leaving him in the middle of their training.
Weapon: Staff, handed down to him by master.
Special Skills/Misc: Knows a large amount of magic history as well as magical artifact information. It's his hobby, and he engulfs his free time in it.

The morning had left them quickley, and the glimmering golden sunshine had dimmed the slightest amount. Freyo was ready to leave, yet compelled to stay.
Leaving could mean many things in his case. Dying, Learning, and all in between. Though, because of the hundreds of possibilites, Freyo had no choice but to accompany his master to the Rune Wall.
The miraculous monument he adored to read of, would eventually stand before his eyes..

"Child! Are you prepared to leave!" The master hollered from another room, shoving several small trinkets into a large bag. He swept his coat away from the front of his legs, and stomped out of the doorway. Remaining ready on the jagged cement stoop, he tarried impatiently for his apprentice.
"Sorry sir, urgh, master!" The boy screamed, following out the exit.
"The bodyguards we hired should arrive shortly. I suggest you read while waiting. These people are always late. We'll see how much they like it when I cut their pay. Heh."
Freyo stood in front of his master, staring into his expression blankly.
"Well? What are you doing! Rid me from your presence and do something useful!"
The pale-faced, dark-haired, Freyo immediatly engulfed himself within a large, worn out book.

Silerin Ducat was not late...she was right on time, in fact. Just as the minute their meeting was agreed on approached, so did an at first unnoticeable shape, with two of what seemed to be ice crystals hovering in the top section of it. Upon closer inspection these turned out to be eyes in a pale, sharp face, framed by long black locks that were tied back and out of the way. Her steps were light and her movements silent, save for the occasional clinking sound of one of her sickles contacting with something metal on her belt. She had a spectre-like presence, as if she were not totally and completely there, but rather a spirit that occasionally took form.

Silerin despised being late (unless the occasion called for it, that is), but also was never early. Either of these could get her pay reduced, and could also cause nervousness in her prey...er...clients. She was most often right on the nose time-wise, so that no one could complain. Her eyes seemed to pierce down into the very souls of those she looked at, and though this in itself was an illusion, she was very talented when it came to the ways of finding secrets. If nothing else, because she watched the smallest move that the people around her made, she observed their mannerisms, and could tell when they were lying or uncomfortable about something.

When she approached the other two, she decided to act respectful, and bowed deeply. When she returned to her normal stance, she spoke, her voice as precise as her timing.

"You have requested my assistance, I believe?"

"AHEM!" A cough sounded out from the shadows to Silerin's right. "They requested OUR assistance Sil, don't get ahead of yourself." Lejrul's ever-present grin was more than noticable. He tapped his steel against his own leg a couple times and turned his gaze to the master magician. "Would you like to wait for her, I'm sure she'll be more than able to catch up to us if we leave without her." He was speaking of the third bandit, Jean. "She's plenty capable." This old man was already on Lejrul's bad side, threatening Lejrul's pay was one sure way to make it so that your dream actual death are much different.

"Yes, yes. We really don't have time to wait. None at all. Nah, none.." The old man's voice trailed off into a frenzy of jittering that could not be made out. He took his frail body foward, wobbling out towards the forest outskirts of their village.

Freyo shook his head, following his master slowly. He could not unlock his gaze on the bodyguards they had hired. Something about them, was, unusual. He couldn't make a clearer description of them to his mind.
He had heard, from neighbors, that sometimes bodyguards were trained in magic. They, as well as himself had doubted this. The skill of Magic wasn't just taught to anyone who wanted it. The method of picking was mostly by chance anyway.
"Hi." Freyo said, to the male bodyguard. He felt quite dumb when saying this, but he couldn't muster anymore then the simple greeting. His knees relentlessly shook and his arms had gone numb.