Tarron appears youthful, as do many if not most elves, yet her almost teenage body holds more years than many would guess. Her eyes show her true age of about 100, though there is little strain on them as there is on so many of the elder elves. She grew up in the forest kingdom of the elves, born into the service of the Lady of the elves. The queen is not a harsh ruler and Tarron chose to enter the service of the guardians of the forest herself. She has trained in efficient use of the elven bow, being a good marksman but by the standards of her people she is merely an amateur. She has no real combat experience whatsoever, refraining even from hunting, and is almost naive in her great respect for life. In defiance of her elven heritage she has shaped her views on heart, rather than logic, doing what she feels is best rather than what is known to be right. With this ideology she has been in serious trouble with the high elves several times, for allowing intruders to enter the forest because she felt they were good caused her to be severally reprimanded, despite the intruder turning out to be friendly. Recently there have been calls for her to be expelled from the forest guard for her disobedient nature, but the queen herself has seen to it that she stay, for fear of her running out to the human world in anger at her dismissal.

Tarron is tall for an elf, though not by human term at 5ft 11in. She is slender, rather than thin and this often makes her appear more in control than she actually is. Her eyes are an unusual dark purple. Her hair is long and iridescent silver, flowing down to her shoulder-blades but is normally braided or in a single plat twisted up on her head. She is normally seen in the uniform of the forest elves, a rich green that is made completely out of forest materials. The uniform is completely sexless and covers the body completely from head to toe. When not on duty she wears a long white robe over her forest green clothing and occasionally a traveling cloak of the same colour.

Tiliana was a street urchin, she had vague memories of her family before the great fire had taken the village, she and her brother had been collecting wood for their mother when it had happened, they returned and the village was ablaze, flames licking the heavens themselves, she was about six then and her brother fourteen, they had been held back from searching the charred streets for their mother by a large sweaty oaf, her brother was furious.

 

They waited till the flames had all but died to a sickening orange glow, and then joined the search for those who hadn't made it out, their mother was among them, and their father had left shortly after Tili had be born, so they were alone. They had wondered around from village to village begging and scrounging.

 

When till was eight she lost her brother to another injustice of the gods, he had been begging for scraps for them and had been beaten to death by the tavern owner for his rudeness, Tili had ran to her brother after the man had closed his door but he was only alive long enough to tell her to be strong, he would always be with her, and he was sorry he hadn’t got her any food, she wept for days.

 

Half starved now she took up the role of beggar herself, choosing kindly looking ladies to beg from, this went on for about another two years before she was offered a home with an old woman she had been begging from on a regular basis, the deal had been she could live with the woman, and she would teach her to cook clean sew etc and in return, Tili would run errands for the woman and keep the house tidy. Tili had jumped at this offer and spent another two years living with the woman.

 

It was shortly after her second year with the woman that she was given a very important errand, the woman had told her that at twelve years old she was a responsible young adult and could do much more for her and handed her a parcel wrapped in cloth, she told Tili where she had to deliver the parcel and Tili had agreed.

 

Three days after she had left the old woman, her journey had come to an end; she stood in front of the huge doors and knocked. The loud creek as they opened only helped to add to her already building anxiety and she practically leapt as the tall thing pale stood before her asking her business, she looked up at him with wide eyes and lifted the small parcel for him to see and was led inside.

 

Here was where she met Nicolas DeCante, Lord of the manor, she had handed him the parcel with a message from the old woman, may these items help to repay some of my debt to you my lord, when she finished relaying the message Tili had turned to the door to leave, but a bony hand had grabbed her shoulder and she froze.

For the past 16 years she's been running from place to place looking for .... (to be continued)

Unknown...

An orphen from an early age, She is nimble and quick, Stealing what she needs to survive. Although she has been caught many times, she has a habbit of talking her way out of anything.

Tarnak was found in the desert by a race not known to the civilized world and he was raised to hunt int the sand ocean they called home.Nothing is known about where he came from before being found but he does appear to have some demon in him.After reaching a mature age of about 500 he ventured off into the great abyss as his tribe knew it and has been wandering ever since trying to put his past back together. 

He stands about 7' 0" tall and wears generally tan colored clothes to blend in with the sand.He has dark tanned skin that is quite hard partly after being exposed to the sun so much and probably has something to do with the demon blood coursing through his veins.He carries a long tightly wrapped spear and a bevy of throwing knives as well as one large belt knife.He usually is emotionally far removed  from people when he does find them but he can also tell a good story around the campfire when sharing a good cup of ale.He never wears shoes but has the hardest callouses on the soles of his feet that he really doesnt need them.Being born part demon he has incredible senses like smell and hearing and his stamina is phenomenal when on the hunt.

Son of Nerlac, resident mage of the Masacradii tribe Todac was raised to follow in his father's footsteps as a protecter. He has a wild enthusiasm for his lessons but simply no luck in pulling off what he is taught. His father, finally frustrated with his son's clumsiness and inability to cast even the most simple spells, sent Todac away to gain some experience in the world. Todac has travelled here there and everywhere, picking up things as he goes, but never quite achiving the greatness of his father. He tries hard and his heart in genuine and in the right place, his potential cannot be denied, but the boy is far too bumbling and unlucky to ever become a great mage. But it will not stop him trying!

A young boy, only 17 years of age. Todac boasts green eyes, short black hair constantly brushed to arc forward over his face in a style he believes to be incredibly sexy. He wears long purple robes in an attempt to be more like his father, though he does keep a small hand dagger hidden up his sleeves. Something his father never would have done.

Tolan and Tamara are brother and sister. They have been at each other's side since Tamara was born. Tolan is a year and a day older than his sister. They grew up together with a caring family, but disaster struck when they were just 4 and 5, and both parents were attacked while walking home from a night out by a vampire. They were both killed, leaving Tolan and Tamara parentless. They were taken in by others in the village, but Tolan started several fires, and became known as a trouble maker, while Tamara tended to keep very much to herself. Only coming out if her brother was with her.
 
They were bumped from one family to another for several years, often suffering at the hands of their guardians. Tamara was an easy target, being young a weak. More than once she was approached by her supposed carers. When they were 12 and 13 the man who had taken them in got very drunk one night, regularly beating them both with little reason. This time he tried to take it one step farther and attempted to rape her. Tolan came to her aid, setting fire to their foster father without using flint or tinder, as he was forced away from tamara by an unseen force. That night they ran away, packing their meager belongings and making a living off the streets. So far they have been there a year and have managed to stay alive by begging, borrowing and stealing wherever necesary.
 
Tolan started setting fires when he was about 8 years old. He started with small woodland animals and other things, by the time he was 10 he had set fire to an empty house. Although at the time it didn't appear to be a 'magical' talent Tolan never had any trouble setting fire to anything, even after a sever thunder storms when everything was soaked. When he reached the age of 13 Tolan found that he was able to set fire to things with his mind alone, at the beginning only when he was angry or afraid. In fact the ability revealed itself during an argument with his carer. Tolan slowly developed control over his gift and now has almost complete control, except when he or Tamara are threatened.
 
Tamara was always a shy child, and preferred to sit quietly in a corner by herself or with Tolan than to interact with others. This gradually developed into her pushing away the advances of others and retiring further into her little shell. When she reached puberty at the tender age of 12 she began to be able to shut people away from her, literally pushing them away without touching them. Again she gradually developed her control and is now able to create an almost impassable barrier that shimmers like a waterfall. 

Tolan is tall for his age at 5ft 8" and 5 and a half stone, coming across as wirey and underfed. His skin is deathly pale, mainly due to sleeping in the open and a poor diet. He is not particularly strong, but has a turn of speed that most don't expect from one so young. He has sky blue eyes and blond hair that is almost white, just like his sister. He usually wears old and torn clothes, looking very dirty. Tolan is now 14, but he grew up quickly in the city.
 
Tamara comes across as very small, being only 4ft 5" and about 4 stone. Her long almost white hair, while unwashed it is very neat, she spends much of her time sitting and combing it. Her eyes are emerald green, and would be very attractive if she didn't hide them all the time. She is usually dressed in old and dirty clothes, just as her brother, and she tends to be very scared of strangers. Tamara is now 13, and still has trouble going anywhere without her brother.