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Name: Malus Rayei
Appearance: Malus has long, brown hair, and piercing green eyes. His fingers are long and spindly, capable of great feats of agility, and his wide charming smile can easily keep attention off his hands. Many people mistakenly assume that Malus is an honest man, perhaps from his firm handshake, or perhaps from the fact that his clothing is tight and black, easily capable of revealing bulges from stolen items or concealed weapons. He is a thin man by any standards, but he is not unhealthy or dirty. He appears well-fed, jovial, and well groomed, with his hair neat and his face devoid of stubble. His nose is long and thin, making him look almost like a raven. However, his voice is mellifluous and sweet, making it hard to associate him with negative connotations.
Status: Middle Class, 'Grifter'
Race: Human
Age: 27
Bio: Born during the war against the Saxxon invaders, Malus led a simple life at first. His parents were both travelling merchants, not especially influential but not without any voice. They instilled in their son a powerful love for the art of selling and drawing in customers. What they forgot to instill in him was honesty, decency, and a concern about giving a person their money's worth. Though they were both kind, scrupulous people, Malus was by no means concerned with his patrons.

At the age of 13, he became what most would call a scam artist, enticing those around him with promises of easy money, and a chance to get ahead in life. Most of them came away poorer for it, but feared telling anyone; after all, they only lost their money because they trusted that it was possible to get something for free. He made a living off of others, sometimes enticing them to work with him for extended periods taking from others, sometimes simply taking what they had.

His greatest hope is to meet Arthur Pendragon, the wielder of Excalibur, and to test his own wit against a knight of legend. He has, until now, kept mostly unknown, but he has constantly dreamed of somehow encountering a Knight of the Round Table, and enticing them into making him a part of their life.

Defense: Malus mostly relies on speed and agility when he's forced into a fight. Though he can move quickly, and he has surprising flexibility, he can't really take or lend a hit. He's quite adept at ensuring he remains untouched, though. He has some knowledge with small weapons, such as daggers, but not enough to match a professional.

In addition, he knows some of what he calls "Household Magic", capable of low-scale but useful effects. These include:
Laetus- Creates a small, white fireball that floats in the air. It gives off no heat, but it looks and sounds like a real fire.
Gailus- Allows an object to heat up by several degrees. It's hot enough to set things like paper aflame, but given how rare paper is it rarely starts fires.
Kaome- Heals small cuts and bruises, or minor burns. It has little use on serious wounds, but it can be useful after a fall or an accident.
Kzra- Makes a small cutting edge at the tip of a person's nail. This is as sharp as a dagger, but not nearly as long.
Other: Malus is also skilled at disguises and sleight of hand, and while he only speaks one language he can speak and decipher simple words or phrases given a suitable context.

Shit.

<3 you too.

Paper burns at 450 degrees Farenheit...other than that, it looks good.

I'm aware that paper burns at fairly high temperatures compared to the body as a whole, but I figured saying clothing wouldn't be much better.

Its primary purpose is to reheat food, or to keep clothes warm in cold environments. In extreme situations it might set them aflame, but it'd go out pretty quick.

In other news, none of my MSN messages are sending to you.

Name: Degoth Kaotika (currently assumed identity)

Appearance: Bright golden eyes, wild mane of blood red hair, wiry build with angular face. Taller than average, though still very strong despite being lanky.

Status: Socially, mostly an outcast. Born wealthy but the family fell apart not long after he reached fifteen. Works as a self described 'diplomat', or mercenary as the mood strikes him. Often creates entirely new personas.

Race: Demigod son of Eris

Age: 20

Bio: Growing up he was always vastly different than those around him. He loved fighting and scandal where others loved philosophy and politics. He loved mind games and torture while they loved art and music. "Chaos is my muse, the randomness of this world my greatest vice, the failure of an established order delightful."

When he turned fifteen he was visited by his mother, who revealed his true lineage and expressed her pride at his taking after her. Eris gave him a gift, and in less than a year his family was falling apart. He was cast out of his society, as a madman and a cancer upon the ordered philosophical world of the Greeks. This suited him fine as he left, cackling, to travel and find his joy where he would.

He drifted, often attaching himself to roving bands of mercenaries or bandits, sometimes dressing in finery and declaring himself an ambassador in foreign lands, which almost always faced problems in the years following his visit. Assuming identities became a hobby of his, in order to play to his delight of causing general discord wherever he went.

Defense: Degoth considers killing the most brutal and boring of the fun he can have, but he is far from above it. As weaponry he only typically uses a spear, though is proficient with a bow. He is a skilled mercenary, as hard living cheerfully chosen has left his body tough, and his demigod nature leaves him generally above the mortal norm in many areas.

Other: The 'gift' his mother gave him was a golden sphere with indecipherable Greek letters across it, shifting as the eye tries to perceive it. At will he can transform this into other objects, which he has used to strong effect on countless occasions. However, typically, he carries it around in the form of a spear or bow. He is able to summon the sphere at will back to him, as it is connected to him.

While not truly magic, his eyes tend to unnerve people who meet his stare and most people will avoid doing so without realizing it.

Name: Roatha
Appearance: Red cloak, dishevelled hair, white skin, & plain, loose-fitting cotton clothes.
Status: Roatha was abandoned at a young age, which is why his surname is unknown. As such, he's considered the lowest of the low. He tries to do odd jobs for anyone who will let him, but finds himself mostly stealing to survive.
Race: Human
Age: 16
Bio: Roathat can't remember who his previous parents were, or why they abandoned him, or even when. What he does remember are long years of malnourishment, thievery, & living in the woods. On the day he turned 16, circumstances would find him being arrested under suspicion of involvement with Guinevere's recent abduction. He managed to give the guards the slip, & is currently still attempting to escape the castle.
Defense: The only thing Roatha really has going for him is speed. He never had a weapon of any sort until he literally just picked up a broken pipe while he was running through the castle.
Other: The red cloak is the only thing that was ever given to him. One day, he fell asleep in a church, & when he woke up, he found it had been draped over him, attached to a note that read only, "To keep the flames of Hell at bay."

Name: Senthose Rasheverek
Appearance: White skin, silver shoulder-length hair, red eyes with slitted pupils. Wears black robes.
Status: Outlaw, formerly a noble.
Race: Human
Age: 25
Bio: When Senthose was a Round Table Knight, he was known for being exceptionally skilled in both magic & a whirling two-sword style. He hasn't been seen using magic since he left the knighthood under unknown circumstances. It's unknown what he has been doing in the meantime, but it's rumored that he has a hand in all kinds of subversive anti-government plots, & that's the brightest of the rumors surrounding him.
Defense: Ambidextrous, master swordsman, master tactician, great speed & agility. Said to have much more brute strength since his defection.
Other: Not really.

Name: Seraph
Appearance: An elderly man who wears blue robes & a straw hat.
Status: Outlaw, formerly a peasant.
Race: Human
Age: 89
Bio: Like Roatha, Seraph was also abandoned as a child. However, due to his great magical talent, he found favor with a certain group trying to control the region. According to the records, Seraph was a minor apprentice to Merlin, who never really accomplished anything. Seraph, however, paints a different account. According to him, he participated in the original war that formed Camelot, playing an active role. Also, he claims, Merlin has stolen a lot of his magical conjurations, in addition to the glory that he deserves. After angrily proclaiming this to the Table, he cast aside his Knighthood a long time ago. According to most accounts, he's been living in the wilderness since, steadily losing his grip on reality & becoming more violent, burning down villages & attacking travelers without mercy. He & Senthose have teamed up, but it is unknown what they are planning.
Defense: Seraph is skilled in many mystical arts. Some scholars believe his magic only becomes more powerful as his sanity wanes. The only weapon he carries is a staff, which he uses to brutally beat those he catches off-guard. He is also abnormally fast & agile, for his age.
Other: Not really.