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Alden (AHL-duhn) — "Wise protector."

Garrick (GAIR-ik) — "Spear-ruler."

Gender: Male, He/Him

Sexuality: Straight.

Age: Twenty-three years old.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good.

Occupation: Knight. He guards the members of the royal family while they are in the kingdom, and escorts them when they travel.

Appearance: Alden has the hardened face of someone who's had to persevere, with sharp features all-around. A diamond-shaped face that's both parts strong and structured with a pinch of elegance, the face is overall long. A narrow, yet sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. He has the eyes of a person who has something to prove - determined and just a tad bit uncertain. They are a light, muted green in color, like the grass of the countryside. In shape, they are slightly hooded, sometimes giving him a drowsy or constantly exasperated appearance. He's fair-skinned and burns easily in the sun; luckily he's always wearing his armor. Alden has pale, dusky-brown hair that is cut to his chin. Styled neatly, without much care.
His physique is important to maintain, as it helps him in his job. Broad-shoulders is something he's always had, but through intensive training, has developed muscle tone around the arms and legs. His upper body is built for strength, tapering off into a narrow waist for agility. He stands at a height of 6'1.
His attire is armor - clean, gleaming silver. Worn over padded garments and chain mail. Decorated in regalia with the royal family's house crest. He seemed to pointedly avoid putting his own family's crest on his armor.

Personality: A true working man. Quick, precise, and hardly complains. He hardly lets out a word unless you start the conversation. His one priority is the royal family; he serves them first and foremost, even putting them above himself.

He is very solemn on the surface. He almost seems to be impenetrable wall. However, if you're close to him in the right moment, you will see that silent yet intense eagerness to show his loyalty to the royal family. It manifests as a tiny spark - a flicker of light in his eyes.

Another thing you'll find when dealing with him, he's quick-witted. When you least expect it, he'll surprise you with a sardonic quip and an airy chuckle. You won't be able to tell if he's laughing at you or with you.

Overall, Alden is a man with a steadfast commitment, pledging all of his loyalty to people who most likely consider him a disposable body.

Voice: Clear and sharp, like a forceful gust of wind.

Assidious: Careful, methodical, and persistent.

Rock-steady: Calm and reliable under pressure, to a certain degree.

Focused: When he sets his mind to a task, he won't allow himself to be distracted.

Principled: Acts in accordance with strong moral principles.

Unreliable: This might be contradictory to his established traits. However, he is unreliable in the sense that he would throw anyone - no matter how close they are to him - under the bus if that meant getting a sliver of attention from the royal family.

Attention-seeking: He seems unbothered on the outside, like he doesn't pay attention to others' opinions. But he does. He needs validation from his peers and authority figures.

Overcompensating: An overachiever. He'll take on too much at a time to show his dedication.

Blunt: If you are not someone he respects, he will be brutally honest towards you.

Failure

Betrayal

Gender: Female, She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Age: Twenty-one years old

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Occupation: Theif. She makes her living by taking from those who have plenty to give. She sells baked goods on occasion as well. Maybe she made them, maybe she didn't.

Appearance: Tove bears the features of a woman far too innocent of her actions. She's delicately made, with high cheek bones and a thin, swan-like neck. Her lips are full and pink, though often a bit swoll from her habit of biting them. Her jawline is soft, gentle, much like the slope of her slightly upturned little nose. Her eyes, doe-like and wide in shape, are a brilliant glacier blue with silvery flecks nearing the pupil. Her eyes are encased by long, thick lashes, adding to her doe-eyed appearance, wide and always watching. Her skin is warmed with a golden tan, far different from that of noble and royal women and men who can spend their days inside, unmarred by the sun or by laborious work. Tove's hair is as dark as the night sky, the raven black nearly appearing a midnight blue when the light hits it just right. She keeps it long, down to her waist, but it is almost always contained into a braid so that it does not obstruct her view while working.

Tove's physique is honed to perfection. She appears soft and malleable, but the truth is that she had shaped herself into the perfect little thief. She is slender, though she thickens in the hips and gives way to strong, power legs made for running and climbing. Her arms, though thin, were just strong enough to support her weight during climbs. She wasn't made for strength, but for endurance. She stands at an unimpressionable 5'3". Innocent and perfectly unseeming. Not.

Tove's attire generally consists of well fitting tunics and leggings of dark leather. She often wears a matching padded leather corset as well to protect herself when she's doing.. naughty jobs. Very rarely will she wear a gown, unless she's aiming to blend in with a certain crowd.

Personality: Perfectly unpredictable. One never truly knows what is on Tove's mind, even if she states it bluntly. She can change it in an instance, rarely calculating each aspect before making her move. She's wild and spontaneous, but it is part of what makes her good at her job. She puts herself first and foremost. To hell with everyone else.

Tove is cocky and prideful on the outside. She holds herself to a higher standard than how she appears to the nobles. What makes them any better than her supposedly aside from wealth and status? Nothing. Nothing at all. However, beneath all the pride and snarky attitude, one might find a heart yearning for more than her meager life of thievery. She adores the soft moments were banter seems more like witty playfulness. She notices and appreciates the small things, even when she shouldn't. Then, before you know it, she's wanting to serve more than herself. Her trust and loyalty cannot be easily won, but it is not locked away completely either.

Over all, Tove is just surviving, gaining her thrills in life wherever she can get them. She's head strong and fiery, but it's what she has learned to be in a world so harsh. Nothing else really matters, so long she's had a little fun.

Voice: Soft and melodic, somewhat like a siren's call.

Unpredictable: She can make choices within a split second, and more often than not it's the right one that saves her ass.

Stealth: Tove has spent years learning how to become one with the shadows. Silence and invisibility have gotten her a long way.

Seductive: Being the stunning, manipulative woman that she is, Tove has learned that men (and some women) are very easy to sway when being flirted with and fawned over.
Observational: Tove is always watching and waiting. Barely a thing ever goes unnoticed by her haunting eyes.

Touch-Starved: It has been a long time since she's ever felt the touch of someone who seems to care. If she thinks you truly want to comfort her, she'll fall right into your grasp with open arms.

Egotistical: She is smart and prideful, but sometimes that gets her into trouble when she thinks too highly of herself.

Deceptive: Tove will lie to get herself out of trouble. She will make promises and break them just as quickly if it means she's safe.

Reckless: Tove rarely ever cares about what might happen to others. Their safety is of no concern to her if it means she'll live to see another day. She doesn't even care if her choices get her injured, if it means securing her freedom or getting what it is that she wants.

Deep water

Complete loneliness