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Nickname(s): Sol, LanaSexuality: PansexualAge: 127Date of Birth: July 23Species: Half-ElfClass: Paladin

Characteristics

Height : 6’4”
Weight: 210lbs
Dominant Hand: Left
Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Chaotic NeutralHair: Deep blonde, long straight hair that looks polished and neat.Eyes: Hazel-ish yellow

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Backstory

Solana Aurelia von Helios was never meant to fail. From the moment she could wield a blade, her family molded her into the perfect warrior. Unyielding, disciplined, and unbreakable. She was deployed time and time again, sent to the frontlines in pursuit of greatness, and tasked with securing victory in battles others deemed impossible. And each time, she returned victorious.But she never returned whole.
Each deployment was a triumph. She never lost a battle. But each victory came at a price. She always returned alone. Every comrade she marched beside, every sworn brother and sister-in-arms, all were reduced to corpses upon the battlefield. She survived, they did not. She stood alone amidst the carnage, the sole survivor, the hero. Her family praised her, the nobility admired her, and yet, an unbearable weight settled in her chest. The faces of the fallen haunted her, but she could not remember their names. She did not even know if she had ever spoken to them. Solana had already failed.The weight of it should have broken her.It did.But her family would not allow it. They had erased her memories before when she was just a child. And they did it again. Each time she faltered, each time her mind cracked under the burden, they wiped it clean. Memories erased. Grief undone. Every scar on her soul smoothed away, only for new ones to be carved anew.And so, it became a cycle. Deployment. Victory. Death. Despair. Memory wipe. Again and again, they shaped her into the weapon they needed.

Nickname(s): Don, ElyAge: 131Gender: ...Male? (Disguised, identifies as genderfluid) gender is a social construct.Race: Elf, Eladrin (Variant)Class: Lvl 1 Rogue

Characteristics

Hair: Light blonde or golden hair styled in a medium-length, somewhat shaggy or messy cut with a lot of layers.Eyes: Lavender, her pupils have a unique symbol resembling an hourglass. The sigil of her family.Skin: Pale Pink Tone
Weight: 167lbs
Height: 5’11”
Build: Toned, Masculine Build with defined muscles.
Size: Medium
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

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Backstory

Raised where the trees whisper names you can’t repeat,
He learned silence first, then how to cut through it.
They say he lost his family to a fire
But they never ask what kind.“He walked out of that ruin alone, dragging his name behind him like a broken limb.”He doesn’t dress like most sellswords.
His coat is too fine, his gloves too clean.
And when the wind blows just right, you can smell the ash.He has a scar across his ribs,
Like something once tried to carve him open to see what burned inside.
There’s a tattoo over it now.
He says it’s just a story. But it looks like a warning.It's a sad song,
It's a sad tale,
It's a tragedy,
It's a sad song,
But we sing it anyway.And when he hums?
The tune is old.
Sad.
Like a lullaby someone stopped singing a century ago.