Anti-Hero Characters

[Zephyr Shenkiken]

Character list for Anti-Hero

[Zephyr Shenkiken]

Name: Makaelum Laroché (BeastBlue)

Gender: Male

Age: Thirty-Seven

Hair: Falls to jaw level in the front and is around two inches long in the back. Color is honey-red blonde.

Eyes: So green, people wonder if his mother fooled around with a cat. Golden sunbursts at the center.

Education: He can read quite well, and he can write though not terribly well.

Occupation(s): Dragon Rider, or was until his dragon was murdered during the war. Now he feels half-empty due to the emotional bond that he had with the dragon that was severed.

Marital Status: Bachelor (though technically celibate, but everyone thinks otherwise), acts like a man-whore but hasn't had any intimate relationship since his dragon died out of fear of those strong connected feelings and of course the eventual losing of another partner.

Ethnicity(s): He's of a Hume race. Though his people have always had an affiliation with Dragonkin.

Skin Tone: Pale yet coppery skinned.

Physique: Broad-shouldered, and slim at the waist.

Height: 6’9”

Weight: 225 lbs.

Language(s): Common-tongue, and Dragon-tongue

Birth Date: The Spring Season

Origin: Anatolie, Bronwynn

Dragon Bond: Talyn: Moderate in size, Talyn was a vicious creature, or at least often seemed to be. Jade scales littered his body, amidst golden fur. His face looked quite feline, his neck guarded by a mane of curling spikes the color of his scales. Tall as a Clydesdale and shaped like a lion, this beast used to jump right into battle slashing about before once again retreating to the sidelines to make another decisive attack. Its tail ended in a tuft of fur littered with short, nearly unnoticeable spikes. Even his feet were much like a lion’s though armored in scales, and claws strong and sharp like steel; teeth falling to below his elegant chin like a saber-tooth of old.

There were legendary rituals that would have been able to save Talyn's life, or even return it but the entire elder temple of dragon riders was decimated in the war including all records of old rituals including those on how to bond with new dragons. Only those things able to be passed down by teacher to student is left.

Weapon(s): Chainbow, A solid oricalcum bow with three anchor-sized arrow and chains. A useful weapon against large enemies able to pierce and tether down monstrous creatures.

Clothing: Tends to where light looking but very sturdy leathers in the style of an french gentleman's elegant wear, minus the fluffy collars and puffy shorts. He wears long pants and thigh-high riding boots. He also tends to wear reds and golds more often than any other colors.

Possession(s): He often wears a tooth of Talyn's on his belt. It's useful as a last resort weapon as it's the length of a long dagger. He keeps Talyn's bones locked away in hopes of one day reviving him.

Recreation: Running, Something he learned from Talyn and his bond with him actually allows him to run faster then almost any other human other than other dragon riders who had land speed dragons.

Obsessions: The restoration of the Dragon rider's temple, He's be slowly restoring the building with his own hands but he wants to restore the brotherhood as well.

Persona: He's rather stand-offish with new people, always holding himself back even though he's in desperate need of physical touch and conversation. He's become accustomed to driving people away to keep from attaching himself to them.

Fear(s): Losing more loved ones.

Power(s): Speed, strength, and emotional force (meaning he can literally make his surroundings appear so oppressive that people will run away, or he could make them so inviting as to lure in enemies or unsuspecting prey when hunting).

[Zephyr Shenkiken]

Eziel Roland Harwick (Zephyr Shenkiken)

"Ezi"

Age: 19

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 183 lbs

Hair: Blond of the brightest shade of gold

Eyes: A dark yet lush forest green

Tone/Build: Tan from working and training outside since he was young. His build is lean and compact. Taught young muscle with little bulk save the shoulders and calves.

Residence: New Ordellia (Central City of Imyr)

Social Standing/Education: Noble. Well bred. Eziel was raised a knight albeit a spoiled one even if it was against his will to be coddled so.

Occupation: Eziel is enrolled in military school and is being groomed to be a military officer which he hates. When not in class he is essentially a 'beat cop'. On patrol and making sure things are running smoothly. Given his attitude towards the laws of the tyrant, he's pretty crap at this job. Luckily it isn't taken into much consideration.

Hobbies: He participates in any and all tournaments he can enter involving a blade. He has never lost a match and has yet to be pushed to his fullest efforts.

History/Motivation: His father blindly follows the orders and dictation of the tyrant. He has killed, tortured, and terrorized just to fulfill orders. Eziel knows his father doesn't agree with these things or necessarily want to do them, but for all his strength he refuses to act out of fear. Eziel hates that fear. He feels his skills are worthless if he doesn't use them to change things for the better.

Eziel's strongest motivation came when he was very young. One of his best friends was the son of a priest from the local temple and constantly pushed the concept of actions as right and wrong on Eziel who took a strong affinity to the concept that seemed lost to so many in the city. Whent he tyrant outlawed religion the temple and his friend's home were burned down. He has never again seen him.

Powers: None to speak of aside from almost unnatural skill with a blade that seems divinely mandated as if the gods themselves crafted his body to wield a sword. Timing, accuracy, strength, speed. All of them are at the peak of the perception of all but the most masterful of swordsmen.

His knowledge of magic is atrociously shallow.

[Zephyr Shenkiken]

Myr Isaiah Hydall (named after the land meaning "For the Land" in Imyrian)

Age (At death): 19

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 189 lbs

Hair: Brown and straight with a short ponytail

Eyes: Black

Tone/Build: Slight tan and built strong cut lean and fit with just enough fat to frame his muscles.

Residence: Ordellia (Central City of Imyr)

Social Standing/Education: Street urchin. Raised in poverty and homelessness.

Occupation: He was the stable cleaner for the local knights of the now late tyrant. He learned to use a sword by watching them. He learned to ride a horse at night. He learned how to take a beating when he was caught learning.

Hobbies: Practicing swordplay and reading books. He stole some magic books from the royal library once and learned rudimentary healing spells.

History/Motivation: Growing up poor and looked down on he soon grew tired of watching good people suffer while the corrupt and or downright wicked thrived. The final straw came when his father was executed for a crime he didn't commit because a man paid off the guards to arrest someone else. His mother died soon after.

Once he was old enough to hold his own in the world he began traveling and recruiting those who shared his desire to dethrone the Tyrant. He recruited them in various ways and eventually staged a rebellion but was killed in a large battle on the way to the castle itself. He opted to sacrifice himself rather than his comrades and in the end it crumbled his dream of freeing his fellow man.

History books demonize him as a villain and coward but some illegal/secret tales exist that depict the events and their romanticized versions.

Powers: His charisma was incredible. He was handsome and had the 'Voice of the Emperor' in his throat. His skills in battler showed of godly intuition and tact. His ability to recruit and lead was uncanny.

[Zephyr Shenkiken]

Eirgyle Moroft Salesh

Age: 46 (at death)

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 213lbs

Hair: Dark brown/black

Eyes: Dark brown

Tone/Build: Dark Tan

Residence: Ordellia

Social Standing/Education: King and 'Future Emporer' and Raised in poverty and thrown into war. Little real education. Religious but has no fear of the gods.

Occupation: Ruler.

Hobbies: Military Strategy books.

History/Motivation: Raised the eastern Kingdom of the Sands Ashamarus he was raised in virtual homelessness and outcast status. His family was seen as disposable but after he was caught one day stealing bread and fought back actually managing to take one of the guards swords the captain was impressed with his resolve and took him from his home after executing the failed guard and appointed Eirgyle his position. He was raw and ruthless in combat and was thrown into war.

He received some renown as a warrior but was never given the credit he deserved for his sacrifice and efforts in the field. After hearing that his family had been killed in a raid he snapped and killed his commanding officer in the night. He rallied the men of his squadron and went on to secure a fort for himself taking supplies and weapons before fleeing.

They arrived at the city of Ordellia disguised as settlers. Eirgyle was brought before the king and began to plead for refuge while outside his men killed the guards and made their way into castle. The king was held hostage for several days with several of his subjects killed every few hours in an attempt to get him to relinquish the throne.

He would not.

Eirgyle's dominance of the situation and threats to the families and lives of his enemies won them over with fear and soon he had control of Ordellia.

The first significant rebellion happened nearly ten years later by Myr and his party of heroes. Eirgyle's men captured Myr at the gates in a large battle and brought him to the throne room where Eirgyle killed the injured and beaten hero in single combat. Afterward he placed Myr's head on the steeple of the church nearby.

The second rebellion happened soon after while Eirgyle's forces were somewhat tattered and low on moral and health. This second rebellion succeeded and ended when Eirgyle himself was killed in a secret room within the castle. Though his crown and ring were recovered, everything else that remained of him was ash. Both of Eirgyle's battles with the heroes have been speculated on and romanticized but never confirmed with accurate description.

He left behind several illegitimate children and 2 of whom he acknowledged that were both killed in arms defending him.

[Zephyr Shenkiken]

Abner Caskull Oran (parenthesis indicates after becoming tyrant)

Age: 39

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 180lbs

Hair: Dark Red. Short straight, well kept. (Wavy, hanging in his eyes. Long ponytail.)

Eyes: Hazel

Tone/Build: Thin with little fat but not much muscle either. (Slight but very little fat consisting of tight muscle on his thin frame. Fair skin.)

Residence: New Ordellia Central City of Imyr

Social Standing/Education: Noble. Well bred. Raised a scholar and chemist. Admired the strength of the king's knights even through their dark acts. (Ruler. Totalitarian. Highly Feudalistic as well. Conqueror. Still very well educated.)

Occupation: Apothecary's apprentice. Taken from his poor family very young after his mother asked the apothecary to take him in to escape poverty. (Ruler. Commander in Chief.)

Hobbies: Studying alchemy and practicing with a sword and shield. (Keeping skills sharp. Leading conquest.)

History/Motivation: Grew up mixing potions and remedies dreaming of a better life for himself and everyone under Eirgyle's rule. After hearing about the first rebellion taking place he became excited and sought to gather his own men and women of skill and join the cause. By the time he'd gotten through to enough inspired individuals Myr was killed. Unable to shake his ambition Abner continued with his plans and rode the coattails of Myr's struggle to victory meeting Eirgyle in single combat and killing him. Given the option with no real heirs, he usurped the throne using his men and city elders as council.

After a few years his idealism changed. Things did not seem so bleak anymore. Everything was brightening, and it was all his doing. He had shaped the city into something better and the people had grown complacent where before they were forced to have the strength to persevere in order to live. Now living -such a precious gift- was easy. Taken for granted. Abner made life harder on them not allowing them to be rewarded with life without struggle. He had fought their battle and he had secured their place in the world. He deserved to live and live well. They did not. Neither did other prosperous cities with smiling people unable to hold their own. With that, he began his conquest of Imyr.

[Zephyr Shenkiken]

Lyn Mariah Oran (nee Hydall) [Quaddy]

Age: 17 at time of original rebellion, 19 when she married Abner, 37 at time of story

Height: 5'8

Weight: 150lbs

Hair: Dark brown, wavy, braided as a young woman, but now bound in more intricate styles.

Eyes: Black, with flecks of blue

Tone/Build: Naturally pale, but tanned from years outdoors. Long limbed, with ample curves balanced by lean muscles earned from years of training. Perhaps those curves are a bit more ample now (after giving Abner a male heir and three daughters), but she is still in fighting shape.

Residence: New Ordellia Central City of Imyr

Social Standing/Education: Born to a working class family (Myr is her elder brother), Lyn was educated better than even her brothers in order to attract a husband as far above her station as possible. She was very pretty and very smart, so the education only added to the appeal.

Occupation: Now she's the Queen/Empress, depending on which title Abner wants to use at any given time. In her youth, she was essentially trained to be the perfect wife. Reading, writing, poetry, sewing, riding, numbers (in case she married a merchant), cooking, embroidery, archery, falconry, etc. All the "feminine arts". Lyn also served as Myr's training partner, which is how she learned the sword.

Hobbies: Swordplay. Not just swordplay, but all swords of blades. Anything with a sharp edge, Lyn is quite fond of. She has also maintained her archery skills, and quite enjoys reading and going bird hunting.

History/Motivation: Lyn was born to a very poor family, but once she was born, everyone knew that she was their ticket out of poverty. She was a beautiful child who grew into a beautiful young lady, and began attracting the attentions of much wealthier men. As such, her family had her sent to a wealthier cousin to study all of the womanly arts. She took to these like a fish takes to water, and entered her teens as quite easily one of the most sought after young women in the city.

What no one knew was that her elder brother (Lyn's favorite sibling, whom she practically worshiped, and whom she looked almost exactly alike) Myr was training to be a true swordsman, and it was Lyn he practiced with throughout the night (especially after he was caught and beaten at the palace). Her skills with the sword came to match his, and she even began working on her skills with other weapons whenever she had a chance. As he became ever more disenchanted with the world, Myr began learning tactics and leadership, and Lyn, determined to be of some use to the brother she worshiped, learned every skill she could to support him.

When their father was executed for a crime he didn't commit, Myr decided he needed to leave. He got precisely one day out of town before Lyn caught up to him. And no matter how much he tried, he could never get rid of his little sister. She followed him through thick and thin, the big brother she worshiped and loved. When his rebellion failed, when he was taken from her and his head mounted on the tower, Lyn's heart broke. Some said *she* broke that day, and never fully recovered.

It was not long after this that Abner, the young man who finally finished Myr's struggle and toppled the Tyrant Eirgyle, came into her life. He was young and handsome and, while he definitely couldn't replace her brother in her heart, Abner and Lyn fell in love, and Abner took her for his Queen. For many years, they were very happy together. And then Abner changed, becoming more and more tyrannical, and more and more distant. Their marriage fell apart, and Lyn's heart broke again. Losing her brother, losing the man she loved, and losing the ideals that Myr had died for all proved to be too much for Lyn to handle. She slipped into depression and took up drinking as a hobby, though she manages to hold it together for her children. Most people consider her a broken woman.

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Remos Wide-Mouth

Aldan (Lion)

Age: 18(with Mir) 38(present)

Hair: Thick reddish brown like a mane around his head and neck, light tan fur over the rest of his body.

Eyes: Soft brown

History/Motivation: In the past he was being overlooked among his brothers as the next pride leader even though he believed his roar was stronger and he was a better fighter. He left with Mir who passed through looking for brave warriors claiming that when he killed a tyrant he would return and that should prove his worth.

Mir's death was failure for him and he returned in shame but his brother gave him a wife and offered him to stay but Remos returned to Ordellia eventually being hired by Abner. He still feels shame for allowed Mir to die thought hey were practically fighting side by side. His feels a sens of extreme guilt when he faces Lyn.

Education: He is educated in the Wild Law that Zule follow. It is a balance of death and survival. There is no room for slacking and no need for excess. He knows no literacy but understands speech very well and is well versed in spoken language from his short time in the Elven lands of Ellewoad.

Occupation: Pride leader trainee (Mir) West Winged General (present)

Marital Status: Remos has a wife and several sons and daughters of Aldan breed back in Zule but he sees little of them from his post on the west borders of New Ordellia.

Skin Tone: Pale beneath his fur.

Physique: Very broad and tall. His build is fitting for that of a lion and his strength is greater than even his presence.

Height: 6'11"

Weight: 358 lbs

Languages: Common, Elven (norther and southern), Half-Bron (a language easier to commune between common and dragon), and of course wildspeak.

Origin: Zule, Southlands

Powers: The King's Thunder is a rite passed down through Remos's family line that takes years to fully develop. It strengthens the muscles attached to on one's diaphragm and that conduct breathing so much that one's voice can have a force that creates legends. The King's Thunder is a roar that Remos can release from his body which at close range can literally shock a full grown man's heart into arrest and collapse his lungs. It causes eardrums to ring or burst in close proximity as well but further away it will shake a person or animal to their core with a tremor through the body that feels like an earthquake. It can send lighter or smaller races flying backward like a gale force wind.

He can also break a spear shaft over his head without flinching.