Character Cast

Weighing in at 400 lbs and standing nearly 7 feet tall, Krytox, the Shimmering is roughly 2/3 of the size he will reach at maturity. His thick frame and massive tail immediately let you know he is not easily forced around. His face, with deep-socketed eyes and dark visage reminiscent of a skull, has made many foes believe him to be Death incarnate. A fin protrudes above his head, while a row of razor sharp teeth line his mouth. Most cannot understand his utterances and believe him to have the intelligence of an inbred orc, though, they are surprised to find otherwise as they lay dying in a pool of their own blood – outsmarted and overpowered by a beast. Krytox is known as ‘the Shimmering’ due to an odd affliction of his scales. While black in color, they have a strange iridescence when viewed out of ones peripheral vision. It is not known whether Krytox is a freak of nature or if a cross breeding between lizardfolk species occurred somewhere in his lineage in ages past.

After being forced into slavery at a young age in a raid on his tribal village, he has recently escaped his captivity. Considered a fugitive, he treks mostly off the beaten path. Despite this, he travels well armed. Throwing axes strapped on his waist and ankles seem miniature when compared with his great axe carried upon his back. Always in hand, his great club is dented and marred where the heads of those unfortunate enough to cross Krytox were felled. His simple leather armor is almost purely for aesthetics, as his tough, jet black scales provide ample armor. Leather and scale alike are pocked and scarred from various tortures and battles. Most notably, there is a gash unable to heal back to normal on his arm where he finally stopped the savagery of his enslavement. Krytox is not one to commit random violence, but will look out for the unfortunate whether it puts his life in danger or not, exacting punishment on the tyrant in any way he sees fit.

Rasa Afaya Zauana, or just Rasa for short may be young for a dark elf, but looks as if he’s seen his fair share of years. While dark elves tend to have a sinister aura about them, Rasa makes other dark elves look quite harmless. With his fiery red eyes and ragged white hair, he has a look of death and destruction that follows him wherever he goes. He rarely takes off his facemask (covering only up to his nose) because he’s run into problems before with lip readers… or so he says.

He had a hard life growing up, but used his skills to get himself through, as both of his parents died at a young age. He believes in honor and friendship bonds above all else, but he treats those he finds unworthy of his honor and time as worthless trash. He’s spent most of his time living on the 6th shell working in various industries as a sweeper, so death and killing are no strangers to him. However, with many deaths of close friends and family, he’s left the treachery of shell 6 to hone his skills and better protect himself and those he cares about. Rasa fully intends on making himself the ultimate killer, so that he can protect those worth his friendship and respect, but crush those who stand in the way of his goals and dreams.

Alterith "Bloodlust" Hamelsburg is a fierce looking Halfling. His dark brown curly hair frames a cherubic face with slight dimples at the corners of his eyes. This childish appearance is quite deceptive though. Beneath it lies a hardened warrior. When prompted to anger, the soft lines tighten and a hard angular face takes its place. The eyes hold an oddly joyous gleam as he inflicts his punishment on others.

Born during war and sold into slavery he has worked hard to grow stronger in the hopes of preventing others from sharing his fate. A wicked battle-axe adorns his shoulder and daggers lay hidden about his body. Sleek muscles line his arms, and beneath his animal-hide tunic lay powerful legs. He keeps to himself for the most part, living apart from others. He loves the wilds, and has a strange kinship with animals of the forest.

He was sent to the fifth shell to refine his temper and his manners, but he has merely found it a gay adventure, and seeks nothing more than simple fulfillment of his immediate desires. He protects the weak around him, and rarely stands for slights to his or others honor...at least if he can understand them. His methods have made him less than popular with city law, but his spirit has made him friends among the citizens of many towns and hamlets. He even holds a few connections in the cities, though he rarely visits.

Squin is a centaur who has just entered adulthood yet has not reached his full size yet. He is currently 6' tall and around 1400 lbs. Other than being half horse and half man, there is nothing unusually striking about him. Born on Shell 4 in the centaur nation, his family was a part of the massive cultural exchange with the inhabitants of the continent of Alishar on Shell 5. Squin's family stayed in Somi-Siegard for several years until the end of the cultural exchange. While his family all decided to return home, Squin developed a curiosity about Alishar and other lands. Outside of the centaur nation, he was the most familiar with Somi. Thus he decided to start his travels by visiting the other 2 major cities in Somi. While Squin is a tad homesick, his desire to travel and visit new places are stronger at this time.

*Short version that most people who make friendly small talk with Squin will find out or notice.*

Philomel's appearance is characterized by a series of contradictions that serve as all-too-obvious outer manifestations of her inner identity crisis. The daughter of a brief liaison between an elven father and human mother - an encounter fraught with mystery to its product - Philomel is marked by the half-elf's typical uneasy mixture of elfishness and humanity. Her features veer disjointedly between angle and curve; her gait has the graceless lope of a youth just grown into overlong limbs. Her pale skin belies hours spent in aimless, sun-soaked wandering, and the contrast between such unnatural pallor and unusually dark hair - a maternal inheritance - is striking. This latter feature has been very lately shorn with a knife of unfortunate dullness, and the resultant mop of curls and spikes resembles nothing more than a windblown bird's nest. Philomel's sharp green eyes, so she thinks, miss very little. She has donned studded leather armor of rather uncertain construction, being largely fashioned by herself. This is less problematic than it might be, however, due to her strong, wiry build, achieved through a life spent out-of-doors. Her darts and spears fly true more often than not, and it is difficult to determine if this fact is in spite of or because of her proclivity for tripping over everything in her path.

Something about Tex, her battle-hardened, weatherbeaten riding cat encouraged Philo to trust him right away, and to accept his company on her quests without much protest. Not suspicious by nature, Philo would never think to question the fact that the very first creature she met on her journey is so entirely helpful. Although less than forthcoming about his own personal history, it is possible that Tex knows more than he lets on about Philo's. Despite his tough, intimidating exterior, it is clear that Tex spent some part of his early life in the company of a bard, for he is never more gregarious than on the subject of poetry.