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Name:
Kisa

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Race:
Human- Nors

Age:
Mid 20's

Height/Weight:
5'5
120lbs


Physical Description:
5'5 Human Nors Female. Lightly tanned, but fair skin. Dark black hair with blue highlights in the sun. Deep forest green eyes. A single scar over her right eye.


Occupation:
Sleipnir Keeper, Breeder, & Drake Hunter

Companions:
Skijor (ski-yor)- Male Sleipnir
Lupos- Male Dire Wolf

Personality:
Leadership, Brave, Hardy, Educated, Hard Working, Loving,
Extremist, Calm, Explorer, Friendly.

Biography:

Early Life-
Kisa was born into a family of Nors people. Her mother was the Sleipnir Keeper and Breeder. Her father was a Dire Wolf trainer and drake hunter. Well, from being raised from two important people, she learned about how to raise and train Dire Wolves, and how to ride the mighty Sleipnirs. Her people were Rune Drake hunters. Annual and Occasional hunts were set; in search of the elusive beasts. They were rare and powerful, a mighty trophy to have, but the hunts usually came up as nothing, a disaster, or triumph.
Sleipnirs and Dire Wolves were companions to all the Nors people. To live off the lands you needed both. At home Dire Wolves were protection and kept pests away. Sleipnirs were traveling aid, as living on rocky mountains were tough, but nothing a strong Sleipnir couldn't handle. While on the hunt the Dire Wolves scented out for miles, days upon days searching for the Rune Drakes. Sleipnirs were the sturdy and hardy steeds to climb such mountains. Also both able to endure harsh weather.
One day on a regular search her mother and father took part in a hunt... they and 3 others never returned. Kisa turned to her mothers work, to keep the strong line of Sleipnirs growing. At the age of 16 she helped birth a Sleipnir, and colt, naming him Skijor. He would be hers and hers only. When she wasn't tending to the Sleipnirs, her and Skijor trained. Riding mountains, or running as long as they could. He was a very trusty, and skilled beast. One of her very best.
Finally at the coming of age at 20 she was taken on her first Rune Drake hunt. It was 5 of her people, then herself on the hunt, along with 8 Dire Wolves, and 6 Sleipnirs, one steed for each person. The hunt lasted days... or was it weeks? She couldn't remember. It was the middle of winter and as days kept going the hunt seemed to end. As her people began to head back home, stopped in their tracks. A roar with a flap of wings, landed a mighty Rune Drake before them. The action began. The Dire Wolves snapped and snarled at the beast as distraction, as the people fired arrows with bows. The fight continued for minutes, and the Drake had taken many hits. As it began to weaken Kisa had gotten to close. With one sweep of the Drakes wing, it crashed into the side of Skijor, causing both Skijor and Kisa to crash to the ground. The Drake came at Kisa, jaws open to finish the job, until a Dire Wolf stood over her, as protection. The youngest Dire, also on his first hunt, Lupos. Lupos had distracted the beast long enough, just enough for someone to deliver the final blow to the drake, causing it to fall on its side. The Dire Wolves took care of the rest. Kisa covered her right eye; it had a nice gash, definitely severe enough to leave a scar. Her first thought was Skijor. Running to her Sleipnir, the beast had only had the wind knocked out of him, and with grunts stood back up.
She headed home with her companion, and also her newest. Lupos hadn't left her side. They brought home the mighty Rune Drake for all to see at triumph and to celebrate a hunt well done. This was the first of her many other hunts.


Current Life-
Kisa continues her work, raising and training Sleipnirs for her people. She also breaks tradition and sells her Sleipnirs to other Races, willing to buy her beasts. She is friendly and welcoming of all races, being Wolf-kin, Human, Avian, or even Elvian, it did not matter to her. Although most did not like her for her Rune Drake hunting. Disrespect her, or her people, and you will never see her kindness again.
When Kisa isnt working hard on her Sleipnirs, she traveled the lands with Skijor and Lupos. Her faithful companions. Meeting new faces, and friends is great to her, but exploring everything Eldemore has to give, and its secrets is even greater. She continues to work hard and hunt as tradition tells her, but will continue to take compassion to all around her, as her soul tells her.

The Companions




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Name:
Skijor

Breed:
Male Sleipnir

Age:
10












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Name:
Lupos

Breed:
Dire Wolf

Age:
5

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Name:
Mr. Laufley

Race:
Human

Age:
Unknown, but looks 50-60

Height:
6'2


Physical Description:
He stands at a tall 6'2. Although his height is tall, his body is far to skinny and boney. Milk white skin, as if he has never seen the sun. His finger nails long and sharp almost with a dead black color to them.
Under his ragged suit and tie clothing, his pale skin is etched and scarred with odd runes, and circles. Something forsaken.
He is just over all, none to pleasing.


Occupation:
Necromancer

Companion:
Precious

Personality:
Extremely witty and sarcastic. Large sense of grotesque humor.
Self-sufficient, and easily angered.






Biography:

Early Life-
No body knows of his background except for him. Or does he? Hes almost practically lost his mind. With each body risen from the dead, he loses a bit of his sanity. He typically avoids large crowds, or they tend to avoid him. That's what happens when you stink like the dead. Or maybe its the fear. He does not know. In fact maybe it is he who avoids them. After all he detests the living, everything would be so simply better off... well dead.
The dead can be reasoned with, much simpler then one living. Should he find a lost soul, his taught and learned power of Oblivion he may put a soul at rest. "May you find peace in Oblivion's embrace.", he whispers once the dark art is done. Unfortunately, more remember a necromancers terrifying abilities rather than the subtle good they can do. It is because of his practice of such dark taboos that causes many to reject his presence and become blind to what he may have to offer. To practice the old magic means he does not uphold any good or evil, only balance.


Current Life-
Mr. Laufley traveled on foot for many years. Whistling an up beat tune as he traveled the lands. He went town to town, city to city, farm to farm... only to visit their graveyards. He spends his time going to these graveyards and repairing the old forgotten graves, talking to them as if they were alive, but little did one know, that they were listening; and enjoying his company.
Upon a new graveyard he stumbled across a body of a starved Sleipnir, tied to a dead oak tree. "Oh you precious thing. Someone forgot you, and left you to die." With his words, he held his hands to the Sleipnir, raising her back from the dead. The beasts head rose, and quickly stood. Mr. Laufley brushed the dear thing, with a crooked smile, "So very precious." Taking the tie that bounded the beast to the tree, he lead her away. Over time he took a free -no it was stolen- carriage. Strapping his precious "Precious" to the carriage. Continuing to go graveyard to graveyard; to tend to those lost and forgotten.








The Companion

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Name:
Precious

Breed:
Undead Female Sleipnir

Age:
Undead

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