Guild Wars 2

Post your Charr’s lore here if you have any. I’m interested in what people might tell, and would like to tell mine.

My Charr: Chimie Pepsios (warband name. Pronounced: Chi-My-Ee Pep-SIGH-Us) Chimie Pepin (blood line name. Pronounced: Chi-My-Ee Pep-in) or “chi”

Chimie Pepin was raised on a farm in Diessa plateau by his parents Kara and Sikian, rather than being sent to the farahr because they didn’t agree with standard practice.

Chi was taught how to protect and raise cattle. From a young age was taught how to use a rifle so he could fend off raptors and bandits. When he was 16 Kara took Chi to the Black Citadel to get him used to selling cattle. When they arrived He was amazed by the city’s architecture and scale. At the age of 17 Chi asked his parents if he could join the Iron legion and , reluctantly, they agreed.

Chi went through a eight month training course with the Adamant guard and proved to be very effective with a gun because of his experience protecting the cattle. Once Chi completed his training he joined the 4th Adamant assault warband known as the SIOS (Special Intelligence Operation Service) as a warband support gunner (machine gunner); issued with the ILWSW-1.

His warband quickly gave him the warband name ‘Pepsios’ because he spent his cub hood with his blood parents, whose bloodline name was Pepin. Reeva was the first to make friends with Chimie, and calls him by the nickname ‘Chi’ while the rest of the warband call him ‘Pep’.

The SIOS perform many raids, and respond to high priority situations, such as Flame legion infiltrators and bank robberies.

EDIT: Just thought of another nickname: ‘[Chi]lli [Pep]per’

Your turn [insert smart joke here]

I’ve got 8 of them. I’ll use my Ranger and Necromancer for this, though the Ranger’s is less of what you expect from a Charr’s backstory.

Ranger: Hayk Farsight (age 18)

Orphaned as a cub by his pirate parents untimely death by the Risen while they were off pillaging on the high seas, Hayk was picked up out of a small orphanage in Lion’s Arch by a Norn male and his traveling companion for the past 4 years, a Sylvari female. The norn, a former Lionguard, decided he felt raising a charr cub would provide a small bit of a legend among his deeds, and the Sylvari felt that it would be a curious experience that the Pale Tree would love to share within The Dream.

Hayk immediately formed a bond with the Sylvari’s pet fern hound, Amaterasu, and played with her often while his adoptive parents trained him. He was trained in the ways of living off the land, tracking, using a bow and a greatsword, and in the various ways of battle.

When he was 12, he saw his first taste of the longstanding dislike between charr and humans (something he still thinks is stupid and foolish) from a fight that almost broke out near the asura gates. Watching it, he stated aloud, “That’s stupid, fighting over such a dumb thing like land. Why don’t you just share it?” Said comment brought strange looks to him from everybody nearby.

At the age of 15, he made 2nd place in a local contest for trackers and survivalists. Watching the competition was Evon Gnashblade, who was impressed enough with the performance that he had Hayk hired on as a deliveryboy for the Black Lion Trading Company. Feeling it made no sense for a Charr not to have a warband name, he gave him the warband name of Farsight, for his ability to have seen one of his targets further than most of the trackers could.

Recently, he was the first charr in Divinity’s Reach since the peace treaty started being formed, albeit it made an awkward meeting with the Seraph, and one Logan Thackery, whom his package was meant to be taken to. Said package contained a letter from Caithe, and a flower.

Necromancer: Soul Greycorpse (age 42)

Raised in a normal farahr, Soul had an unhealthy obsession with inflicting pain and death from a young age, along with a natural talent for necromancy. Everytime he killed something, he’d immediately bring it to life, just to inflict more pain onto it, and study its lifeless corpse. Recognizing his talent, the Ash Legion threw him into the Corpse warband, filled with soldiers that were meant to assassinate, interrogate, and infiltrate.

By his 21st birthday, he had become infamous among both the Black Citadel and the Flame Legion. Abusing and killing his interrogation targets in the most brutal, painful and horrible ways, using body parts as furniture, killing any warband member who attempted to stop his interrogations, and even threatening the Ash tribune of Black Citadel’s operations at the time. Showing no hint of fear in the face of possible death for his crimes, he dared them to kill him, saying it would only serve to make him come back as the thing he loved most.

Before even giving an order to kill him, the tribune was visited by the Order of Whispers, who wanted Soul’s service as an interrogation expert, and for him to study Risen, which were starting to appear a bit more frequently than they used to. Feeling it would be the best option, the tribune allowed it, with the condition that Soul would be kept away from the Black Citadel. Publicly, the lie was given that Soul had been executed by the tribune himself, giving much relief both to the people of the Black Citadel, and to the Flame Legion that heard about it shortly afterwards through their spies.

The Order of Whispers gave him a lab, actually an old ruined castle and dungeon from a previous century, and helped set it up. Pleased with the setup, he gave the Order of Whispers members one tip before they leave…do not interfere with his interrogations or his personal business.

21 more years have passed since, his obsession with death only growing stronger over the years as more and more interrogations and Risen come and go from his lab. Recently he discovered a way to revive the dead as the living without the body rotting or ill effects using some studies he did on the Risen, in the form of an orb. He has already handed the blueprints over to the Order of Whispers to manufacture for the effort against the Dragons. His reasoning being that it would only allow him to kill the same things over and over again, satiating his love of their screams and torment. The name of the orb…the Revive Orb.

Your characters’ backgrounds are interesting. I particularly like the necromancer’s, and how you tied the revive orb into his story at the end.

I will give it a try.
Rarafeat Jester (he is not a jester. I name him before i read GW2’s lore. :P )
He is not a regular charr. He was born like the Sylvari,from Pale tree. But after he born, he was teleported to Asura capital, Rata sum. He studied so many things just like other Asura. He was requested by other Asura to do both magic and technology experiments. After he was 15, he got a celebrate from other crews but later in that night…some magic in form of light cloak him and teleport him into Hoelbrake. None of his crews know what happen to him even Zojja can’t figure about this incident either. Now he is in Hoelbrake. He tried to survive and adapt the situation. He almost fallen into the harsh snow and the cruel wind….until Eir found him. Eir tried to help him in many things such as Norn’s culture and Eir taught him fighting, hunting and how to living in this harsh land, even he did poorly. 2 years later, a mysterious light just coat him again and this time the light cloak him in front of Eir and the light fade.
The light sent him back to the Grove,the land of Sylvari. He was wondering about why the light cloak him. Why it has to be him? Why the light always teleport him into somewhere else? While he was thinking, a human thief stole something from a Sylvari merchant before running away. He then put this curious later and caught a thief, and end up being entangle by a net from Caithe.
This time she asked him to help her catch human thieves that appear near village. So he caught them all. Caithe then asked him as if he is just a regular Charr. But then he asked her to find anyone that know about this mysterious light. Then Caithe sent him to Pale tree. Pale tree then told him about it. “It’s your wyld hunt. A wyld hunt that connect from the outsider. The outsider tries to communicate you and request you to do anything for him. Your wyld hunt started since you’re a child but your real wyld hunt will begin when you found someone in the dense of the smoke and fire. Someone that has seize relics from the past. Someone that pass so many cruel wars. Someone that ever saw the elder dragon. Until then you should stay here and wait for the call of the outsider.” 3 years later, after he learned many things from the Sylvari (including Caithe and Pale tree) the mysterious light appears. But not just cloak him without a warning. This time the light converted into the door, the door that will lead to the location that Pale tree told him, the Black citadel. Caithe who saw the light said to something to him before she let him go. “Rarafeat.” She gave a bright crystal to him. “I hope this will be useful to your wyld hunt. Take care of yourself.” “I will. I promise i will finish this wyld hunt with my best effort.” Then he walked though the door.

“Part 2” The door lead to the Black citadel. He then looked at the surrounding before wandering. “Hey you, where is your warband?” someone shout from afar. “Warband? What is it?” He thought but didn’t ask him. “Come here and speak with me you black fur!” he follow him to speak. " I don’t know what the warband is." “Seriously?” mysterious man curious and look at his Sylvari dress. “So you must be the guy that someone sent a letter to me. I know what happen to you right now.” he then pick a letter and read it . “My name is Rytlock Brimstone. The leader of the Blood legion. Follow me to my office, i have some questions to ask you.” “Ok.”
After he went to Rytlock’s office, he then sent a letter to him. “I don’t know about the outsider but heh, it requests me about wyld hunt or sort of Sylvari things. It also requests me to co-op this together. I rarely do anything together with other people outside the Black citadel.” “Let me guess, you don’t want me to stay with you?” Rytlock silent a little after heard that. “No. I’m always busy and this letter write something that make me feel like a trap. And moreover, we have armies to manage. Iron legion, Blood legion and Ash legion. I don’t have a time to take care of you. Except that you will join one of the three legions but i assume that you have a plant brain filled your head right now.” “Three legions?” “All of the charrs joined the legions when they were born….” “THEN!” He shout at Rytlock. “As i want to finish my wyld hunt, Can i join the legion as a mercenery?” “Eh…” While Rytlock speaking, he found a light glowing on one of the Iron legion inventions. He picked it up and feel so facinate about it. “I will work for Iron legion as a mercenery. Can i?” “I will ask him about it,new comer.” Rytlock’s assistant told him. “But….” “Sir, trust me, this knowledge thirster will be one of the best manpower that will accelerate our man power. I will contact the Priory about him and maybe send him to join the Priory too if he wish.” She calm him down. “Thanks. I will do my best as a mercenery of the Iron legion.” “Good luck…and what’s your name?” “My name is Rarafeat jester. I will do my best for you Rytlock.” “He’s like a Sylvari in a charr.” “Yes he is sir. And about the outsider incident, i have got a report from Gixx from the Priory and he will send a letter to you later sir. But Gixx said that he is not an elder dragon agent.” "He is too idiot to be. Anyway i saw a stange light in his eyes. I feel strange about this. " “I bet it could be your illusion sir,or maybe he is a mesmer.” “Oh…” Rytlock nod. “He must be a mesmer. Mesmer with iron gonna be perfect soldier.” Rytlock said to his assistance.

Nowadays. He is now a powerful illusion mesmer. As he travels so many place and meet so many friends (include a warlord from the Vigil and Tybalt from the order of whisper). He hopes to finish his wyld hunt and continue searching about the outsider that he wants to know since he is a child. And his journey starts from that. (But Rytlock always act towards him as a soldier so it’s quiet sad for him. )
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Bah. This took time longer than i expected. Hope this is alright. (I rarely RP so i hoe this is acceptable. lol) Maybe next time i will write my charr warrior and elementalist. He he.
PS LOL this is too long. :P

That was an interesting read, Blueskylightdragon. Cheers.

Who wants to step up to the imaginary plate next? Don’ be shy.

I’ve got two of them (one warrior, the other Engineer). I’ll post the warrior since I have that one plotted out more.

Name: Sivarson Greyfur
Age: 40
Legion: Blood
Profession: Warrior
Quote: “Fall in or fall on my blade.”

Sivarson was born from Gruntle Breakhammer and Sivar Thirstblade, a Guardian and Warrior from Blood Legion. While Gruntle’s nature was more of a protective one, his mate Sivar was blood thirsty when it came to her foes. They met a couple of times when their warbands were on leave, eventually out of their friendship came Sivarson.

Life in the fahrar was simple for Sivarson. Though some showed disdain in how he was named, normally Charr parents take no interest in their children at this time, Sivarson was proud that he carried his mother’s name in some way. Those who mocked him were usually left missing a few teeth. His temper was balanced by his ferocity and loyalty to his fahrar. When given his assignment, the teachers said a warrior profession would suit him best. “He protects his own by smashing in the faces of those who aren’t” responded one instructor.

During The Night of the Dead, most of his warband was killed save one. This shook him to his very core. As a gladium he wasn’t treated very well until an old friend took him in to form a new warband. He took the surname Greyfur due to his two toned coat of silver and grey. His new mission was to shatter the Dragon that terrorizes the Ascalonian territories.

While patrolling these lands he put down Separatists, Charr and Human alike, though he holds no love for the humans he does respect their tenacity. The Queen wants peace, Charr already have enough on their hands. Let the little mouse ruler and her people live for now.

Life stationed in the Brand was difficult at times, but Sivarson began to respect the Human volunteers more and worked well with Sentinels. His relative peaceful posting was disturbed at one point when a group of Sentinels sent word of a huge Branded force coming towards the new settlements that sprung from the peace treaty.

He and his warband came to the front lines where he saw Charr broken and slain across the field. Standing were few Charr, some Humans, and one Guardian called Gruntle Breakhammer. Gruntle lost most of his warband, something Sivarson knew about deeply within his own history. They fought side by side against the Branded forces, crushing many in their wake. Eventually a lucky shot from a Branded Charr hit Gruntle. He waved away the human medic nearby, his disdain for them still ran deep.

Sivarson told him not to be a fool, take the help of the humans, but his father rejected it. “I’m part of the old generation. My type can’t accept it.” He offered a weak chuckle before saying his final words to his son “Besides my warband would have called me Mouselover instead of Breakhammer.”

At that moment his father died. Sivarson could only stand, instruct the Human to tend to the others, hefted his sword up, and ran into the Branded seeing only red.

He still lives out there, on the Brand, making sure his Charr colonies aren’t sacked by this evil. If the Humans benefit from his protection so be it, they earned that much with their sacrifices. One day he will find Sivar Thirstblade, his mother, and tell her how her lover died like a true Charr.

Personality:
He is a Charr through and through, believing in the supremacy of his race first and above all. Though he lacks the bigotry that most of his kind have to other races. He despises the Separatists completely. If the other races act right within the Black Citadel, he will protect the plebian as it should be. If some Asura or Sylvari want to help kill the Branded, he will loan his sword to them. If a Norn wants to crack open Flame Legion heads for fun or revenge for the whole Molten Alliance, he’ll pick up a rifle and help.
Just don’t ask him to sit with non Charr for dinner, unless it happens to be field rations with fellow warriors after beating in the Dragon’s forces a few times.

Infamous Culverin (charr engineer, formerly known as Aquila Dark of the former dark warband in Diessa plateau) known for his invention of the charged gauntlets, a type of electrified gloves originally made for a way to stun enemies who managed to move into close quarters but later developed into a way to prep explosions to keep the flow of ammunitions downrange continuous.

Backstory:
When the assault of the dredge and flame legion alliance came down from the north both his cub and his mate were stationed at burnt hollow, both were overwhelmed and killed in the early phases of this blitzkrieg attack, his warband was moved to defend the refugees fleeing from the dredge flame legion alliance, one day while scouting the road his warband was attacked and nearly whipped out by a flame legion force led by the Vidius Flame Tribune, the tribune was killed but all of the dark warband was killed save for Aquilla who was left for dead, he was found 13 hours later by Warmaster Buron Threestrike and was nursed back to health by the Vigil, after losing his warband, he gave up his old name and joined the vigil. Infamous Culverin spends his days working as a forward scout and sapper for the vigil, he was given special leave from the iron legion by Tribune Kyranith Steelgrip.

Personality:
Quiet charr who prefers to listen rather than talk, with a quick wit. Infamous still considers himself to be an honorable warrior and prefers not to fight weakened or crippled enemies if possible, but he’s no fool and makes sure to never let his guard down.

Quote:
Each scar is a lesson, you must learn from those mistakes, lest you need to be retaught.

This was the best I could come up with on the fly.

Thanks Atlas and Infamous, yet another set of interesting back stories. =)

Why is it though I feel I have to keep spurring people on to post their Charr’s lore? Come on guys and girls; it doesn’t matter how silly it is; post it! It’s interesting to read what people come up with. I know more than five people on the forums have made lore for their Charr.

My Main Ao Kima: As a cub she was fashinated by the wild and that have come to shape her intire Life. She soom noticed that she bonded easily with animals by Calling on them tehy willingly came to her asistance when in need, she early on became a ranger. Todat she seeks to bond with new animels, different spieces. One in perticular – Griffons. Her greatest wish is to one day e able to bond with one so that she could call on it in the same way as she does with her other companions.

She have never been mych for warbands, as ahe likes to belong to nature – where she once came from. So despite her belonging to the blood legion from the time of the fahrar she now sees on herself as an individual that belongs only to herself and nature. An of course that Norn she’s in love with. The Fahrar name that she had as a cub was Frostfang as her reletives origins from the North. When she decided not to use that name anymore she took on a name that better describes her person Ao Kima. Kima means Monkey and that is because she’s climbing everywhere, exploring. Despite being a grown up charr she still behaves like a cub. She feels a stronger Connection to how the Norn and Sylvari lives than to how the warbands of her own race lives. Thats why shes made the choice not to use the warband name.

Whatabout the Norn love story. Bonebreaker, a big powerful Norn (IRL existing player – my BF) with strong character. He was unafraid still funny and with an easy mind and sense of humor. They met out there one day and despite them being different races and all, love happened! There wont be any cubs/Babies though, maybe adopted ones…. As there is a problem with ther genes… They happened to e a bit too different.

My engineer story.
Name: Melophites Dethklok
Age: 30
Legion: Iron
Profession: Engineer
Quote: “Brutal”

Melophites’ warband rotated through most of Charr lands, but his favorite place was Diessa Plateau. He always thought that his greatest worries would be Flame Legion fanatics, Human Seps breaking his toys, or even the occasional greedy Asura merchant trying to stiff him a few coppers for repair work.

Then the Molten Alliance attacked. Melophites saw entire villages burned, crops and cattle destroyed, and refugees flood the Black Citadel.
Working as a special attachment to the Pact forces, his contributions held bases together and healed broken warriors.

When the Aetherblades began raiding lands, he fought with no hesitation.
Though intrigued by their technology every one of them fell to his inventions unless instructed otherwise.

Then came a plan from either Marshal Trahearne or his Commander (controversy exists as to who got the credit). Pact forces began infiltrating some Aetherblade cells.
Melophites and Priory scholars began researching the tools and magic associated with these new threats. Though Melophites doesn’t worship any gods, he does respect the unknown technological capabilities of magic. This curiosity even impressed a few Asuran researchers who try to not use the word “bookah” when speaking about him.

Description:
Now wearing Aetherarmor as a result of his ongoing research, Melophites is a tiger striped looking Charr with green eyes. His attitude towards other races is more easy going than most Charr.

He loves technology of all forms, every widget and gadget astounds him. He even traveled to Queensdale to help with boar hunting, a new hobby he is beginning to like, at the request of a hunter’s lodge who were looking for innovative solutions.

Though he is Iron Legion, Rata Sum does look to be a vacation spot he wants to see some day. The Humans Clockwork project looked promising before Scarlet’s meddling.
He won’t ever give away weapon secrets unless ordered by a higher up, but he doesn’t mind fixing or improving tools, toys, and distractions if it earns him a few silver here and there.

Attached is a picture of him and Sivarson

Nyoka, and her twin brother Tionvrath, were born to the female slave of a high-ranking Flame Legion Shaman. Prior to Nyoka and Tionvrath, the slave had borne only daughters. In fury, the shaman had killed them all. But, because Nyoka’s twin was the male cub the Shaman wanted, she was allowed to live.
Nyoka grew up a slave, like her mother. Her mother did not want her, and ignored her. As she grew to adolescence, males began to notice her, and she was sexually molested. She grew up with no comprehension of kindness or mercy—except, perhaps, from her brother. Her brother confided in her—believing that no harm could come of telling things to a mere female. But slowly, he began to confide too much. He told her of the lessons their father gave him in Shaman’s magic—and was caught in the act.
Speaking of Shaman’s magic to a female was blasphemy. Nyoka and her brother were tortured—and set to be executed in Gaheron’s name—as punishment for their sin. But the execution ritual drew undue attention—and the Flame Shamans were attacked by an Iron Legion assault force. In the confusion, Nyoka escaped into the wilderness—where she nearly died of severe injuries and starvation. She was found by a Blood Legion scouting party—and ultimately brought to the Blood Citadel for recovery.
When Nyoka was well, she was placed in a Blood Legion fahrar. She was 13 at the time. Her fahrar mates already had years of battle experience, and had formed bonds. She was outcast. The other fahrar cubs took to hazing her with beatings and mockery—until one day she stole a cat that belonged to another cub, and tortured it to death. When the cub came for revenge, she snapped, turned on him, and gouged out his eyes before the Primus could stop her. Because she was a child, the assault was overlooked.
From that day, the other cubs treated Nyoka with a fearful respect. She trained hard, and she grew. She grew, and grew, and grew—until she was the largest cub in the fahrar. As she reached young adulthood, she became larger then even most males, and frighteningly strong. She became a warrior, and she took command of her warband by killing her competitors. She called it Gore Warband—her surname, Gorefell.
Nyoka’s mind, however, was broken. Although she was fiercely intelligent, an essential part was missing. Nyoka could feel no emotion—no love, no mercy, no care for others. Her terrible childhood had made her a monster, and a sadist. Once she graduated the fahrar, she advanced quickly in the military—becoming the youngest Centurion ever known at 19. Because of her success, and brilliance as a commander, others turned a blind eye to her more sinister aspects. As she was once tortured and rapd, now she too, is torturer and r a p s t. And her ambitions are high. One day, Nyoka Gorefell intends to become the Blood Legion Imperator—and then, once she has slaughtered the Flame Legion and driven the humans out of Ascalon —she will aim to be Khan Ur.

Generally, I write good characters or neutral characters, so Nyoka Gorefell was a fun way to create a villain character. I’ve created a few of her warbandmates as alts—most of whom are also quite sinister.

Thorn Gorecrow was born to an Iron Legion mother. She was a young child when the alliance was made with the humans. Her mother opposed the alliance, and her young childhood was filled with her mother’s anti-human rhetoric. Her mother eventually decided to desert, and planned on taking Thorn with her to the Renegades instead of give her to the fahrar.
However, Thorn’s mother was stopped and killed by her own warband before she could escape. Thorn was taken to the fahrar, but she never forgot the bitterness and horror of watching her mother shot down. She blamed her pain on the alliance and the humans—and grew to hate them as her mother had.
In the Iron Legion fahrar, Thorn grew to be a talented Engineer. She was always distant toward the other cubs, and was often angry, but she fit in well enough. They admired her talents and avoided her temper.
Thorn’s anti-human sentiments were well-known by her warband, but even they didn’t know how deep the hatred went. They were shocked to discover, a few years after they graduated the fahrar, that she’d been consorting with Renegades. Unlike her mother, Thorn was lucky. Since her Legionnaire felt affection for her, he spared her life and banished her to live as a Gladium.
After she was banished from the Iron Legion, Thorn came to hate them almost as much as she hated humans. She saw Iron Legion as weak and foolish—lead by a weak and foolish Imperator. She swore to never again use her Engineering talents for their benefit, and made plans to leave and join the Renegades—once things had calmed down and she could do it without notice.
However, before Thorn went to the Renegades, Nyoka Gorefell found her. Nyoka, a renowned Blood Legion Centurion, offered Thorn a place in her warband. In private, Nyoka promised Thorn that—in return for her support—Nyoka would work towards eliminating the humans once she gained more power. As a show of goodwill, Nyoka gave Thorn a human prisoner to kill as she saw fit. This convinced Thorn, and after torturing the prisoner under Nyoka’s watchful eye, Thorn pledged her loyalty to Gore Warband.
Under Nyoka’s careful teachings, Thorn has learned to control her anger and hide her true feelings toward humans. She is the head of Nyoka’s separatist-hunting detachment, and she relishes the job. However, she looks forward to the day when Nyoka rises to Imperator, and the true human-hunt begins.

mine pretty simple..

Clawdia Wolfrunt.

Clawdia was the smallest cub in her Fahrar and because of this she was often picked on by the bigger cubs throughout her training. Leaving the Fahrar as an adult Charr is considered her “greatest and only achievement” by her peers as she had to work twice as hard just to meet the bare minimum to survive. Till this day people still mock her for all her flaws, which include her father being a flame legion shaman, leaving her with a rather sour temper and personality. Eventually she was transferred from the Iron legion to the Ash legion as they thought she would be more useful there.

(i’m still looking for a warband for her in game)

Tionvrath was the first son of Dalgarn Flameveiled, a high-ranking Shaman of the Flame Legion. He was born to his father’s female slave, along with a twin sister. Even before Tionvrath was weaned, his father started to teach him battle skills and Shaman’s magic. He had no intention of sending Tionvrath to the fahrar—he decided to raise Tionvrath as his heir and second-in-command.
However, Tionvrath’s father was brutal and merciless—his lessons were harsh, and filled with physical abuse. Tionvrath grew up both terrified of his father, and desperate to please him. Tionvrath took out anger from his abuse on the fahrar cubs he could never join, and got away with it because of his father’s high rank. However, he was starved for companionship, and eventually looked to his sister for it.
Tionvrath knew what all Flame Legion males knew—that females were inferior beings. He knew his sister was a slave. He knew that, if his father found out he interacted with her, he would be punished. But he went to her anyway. After all, he reasoned, what harm could come of confiding in a lowly female? Eventually, he confided too much in her… he showed her the Shaman magics reserved only for men—and was caught by his father.
Tionvrath’s father castrated him for his actions, and disowned him. For weeks, he and his sister were caged—set to be executed. Before the execution could occur, an attack came from the Iron Legion. In the chaos, Tionvrath’s sister escaped. He was not so lucky—and in the confusion, he lost consciousness.
When Tionvrath woke, he was in darkness. He thought he was dead—but the reality was far worse. The execution had been only for show. In reality, he, along with many prisoners, had been kept alive. His life essence was regularly drained to provide Godlike power to Flame Legion’s imperator, Gaheron. For seven years, Tionvrath lived this way—a prisoner who existed in unbearable agony, kept always on the brink of death, yet not dead.
During these 7 years, Tionvrath kept a strange mental link to his escaped sister. They say that twins have unusual connections—and this proved true. When pain drove Tionvrath into unconsciousness, he dreamed. In his dreams, he was with his sister. In this way, he knew she was alive, and he watched her train in a Blood Legion fahrar. She, too, was aware of the link—but for a long time, she thought Tionvrath was merely a ghost haunting her mind. But one day, she realized he was still alive.
She rescued him from the darkness. She came, breaking past Flame Legion’s defenses, and against all odds, she broke him free of Gaheron’s dungeons. Yet, Tionvrath would have been better off dead. He had been saved from the Flame Legion, but his sister had grown up to be like their father—and she abuses him relentlessly. Now, he is a shadow—half mad, in service to his sister’s warband. It won’t be long before he finally snaps…

Name: Ferro Ninelives

Approximate Age: 22

Affiliation: Ash Legion

Race: Charr

Profession: Thief

Famed young charr from the Ash legion,that works as “intelligence agent”,seeking to bring glory to their warband and renownd for escaping death.

Appearance
With all white fur and striking yellow eyes,Ferro was sometimes called the Pale Death by their comrades,shes lean and very agile

History
Youth
A true warrior,born on the battlefield,thats Ferro´s story!she was born to a Blood Legion mother and Ash Legion father,an uncommon union,but they knew how to keep secrets,Ferro was born as her mother was storming some Ascalonian crypts in a campaign against the ghosts that endlessly plagued the land,the last campaign she´d be a part of as she died that day in battle,after giving birth to Ferro,she had to be dragged to a safe place to give birth to the cub because she refused to stop her charge and rest,and so as mortar shells hit the battleground and cries and shouts were heard,so did young Ferro came to this world.

Early Life
After her mothers death,her sire brought her to an Ash Legion fahrar and she was educated on the fine arts of stealth and murder,the intricacies of poison and traps and she became quite famous,as a promising young cub earning the nickname Ferro Deathtouch

Current Status
She and her warband took part in a campaign agaisnt the ghosts in Ascalonian territory as is usual in the eternal battle agaisnt the tireless foes,and entered the crypts to lend a hand to Trbune Brimstone of Blood Legion,however only herself,Clawspur Deathshroud and few other survived,and so she was named Ferro Ninelives,now seeking a new warband to bring glory to the Legion!

Affiliations
Guilds and Groups
Shes Ash Legion since Birth,and advises Vanguard Blood Order,an independent group or sellswords,on various steatlh operation and security meseurs on the insistance of her tribune

Family and Friends
Her sire was a loyal soldier that is now dead,her warband is her family now

Personality
Temperament
Shes very quiet,intent more on listening than speaking,she despises humans and sometimes uses her charm if the mission requires so.

Quirks
She takes mementos from her kills,and she uses a fighting style relying on speed and agility to counter more powerfull foes,uses daggers and pistols in battle

Albane Memorykeeper was born on the Ascalonian plains. Her mother was a gladium and a loner, who preferred to roam the wilds and keep her own company. She became pregnant with Albane after a brief encounter with an Iron Legion soldier, whose life she saved. By the time Albane arrived, her father was long gone, back to his warband in the Black Citadel.

Albane grew up a nomad, roaming with her mother. Her mother, an elementalist, taught her magic to help her hunt and survive. Her childhood was an odd one—she befriended spirits of the wind, earth, fire and water. Like her mother, she took well to solitary life.

When Albane was in her teens, a strange soldier appeared on the plains. It was her father, and he had come to take Albane to the Black Citadel. “It isn’t right, that you should raise our cub out here. She belongs in the fahrar—in service to the Legions. No child of mine will be called a Gladium, and I have come to ensure that.” He said.

Albane’s mother came to agree with him, and she allowed Albane to be taken. Albane was very old to be joining a fahrar—at fifteen, she was nearly a decade late. However, she was a strong fighter, and with her magic she could match the other cubs in combat—her mother had taught her well. So, in spite of her oddness, she fit in with her fahrar mates well enough, and took to Citadel life without much trouble.

Albane had to keep some parts of herself a secret. She had inherited her mother’s reverence for spirits, and other religious traits which were alien to most charr. She knew she was different, but she didn’t mind it. She had a sharp mind, and was curious to see how her people lived—to be a part of something new. When her fahrar graduated, and became an Iron Legion warband, she took her title happily.

Years of harsh warfare, however, decimated the warband. Albane lost her fellow soldiers one by one, and became all too familiar with grief. She had always been a stable creature, however. She had a certain peace about her—and so she dealt with her grief, healed, and moved on—even when her last bandmate died and left her a gladium. She was not bitter for her loss, and when she was ready, she began to hunt for a new warband eagerly.

Although Albane was fond of the Iron Legion, she did not have the Legion-loyalty of most charr. She thought it would be interesting to join a different Legion, and experience a new culture. The dauntless ferocity of the Blood Legion had always intrigued her—so she sought out a Blood Legion warband. Unfortunately, her curiosity was her undoing.

Albane had heard tales of Gore Warband’s success, and of their prodigy-Centurion Nyoka Gorefell. No normal gladium would have dared aspire to such a warband, but Albane was no normal gladium. She sought Nyoka out, and proved her skill to the young Centurion. too blind by her own curiosity to see the shadow behind Nyoka’s eyes. She was permitted to join Gore Warband, and only then, did Albane begin to see her mistake.

Gore Warband was not just dauntless and fierce, they were evil. Led by Nyoka’s merciless will, Gore ran wild—conquering their enemies. They took many prisoners—not just foes on the battlefield, but animals and gladium—using them for torture and blood sport. The soldiers obeyed Nyoka with slavelike devotion—most of them too stupid or too blood-crazed to question their leader’s vileness. The Legions overlooked this—blind to Gore’s wickedness. They only saw the warband’s success on the battlefield.

Albane could not bear to be with Gore, but if she deserted, it would be treason. She had fallen under Nyoka’s heel, and if she tried to escape, she knew the wicked Centurion would crush her. With a word, Centurion Gorefell could brand her a traitor to the Legions—setting Blood, Iron, and Ash against her. But even death, or exile by her people, would be preferable to staying and being a part of Gore Warband’s sadism. So Albane ran.

As she suspected, Albane was branded a traitor, and a ransom was put on her head. After fleeing the citadel, she sought her mother out, hoping her mother would be able to help her. Her mother warned her that she had to leave Ascalon. If she remained, she would eventually be killed. Now, Albane wanders Tyria, trying to make the best of her exile. Yet, she is not unhappy. She has the entire world to explore.

….Long ago, a young Charr, son of simple devourer herders, was orphaned. Ogres had attacked their village, killing all those who stood in their way, hyenas picking off the young. Klofange stood alone, barely weaned, in his hands a sword (great in comparison to the tiny Charr) wrenched from the dying grasp of a defeated ogre, dripping with the blood of hyena Klofange had felled.

“You have spirit, for a tiny fur-ball” Blurted the Ogre Cheifton with humour in his tone.
“Kill him”

Three ogres began their attack wildly swinging hammers and maces at the young Charr, but what they had in strength they lost in speed and agility, avoiding each attack drawing the ogres closer and closer together, in frustration the three Ogres attacked in unison with all their might but as the ‘fur-ball’ avoided once more their attacks landed upon one another rendering them all unconscious. Bewildered by what he had seen the Cheifton had taken his eyes off the Charr, and Klofange used this to his advantage. Charging forward his sword trailing in both hands ready to strike, he headed to the reason he had had to fight, to the Ogre who had destroyed all he had known. Leaping into the air and with one fell sweep the head of his enemy lay glazed in the sand.

It was a long time before Klofange saw another Charr, but after surviving on instinct, hunting and tracking in the wilderness of Ascalon, with nothing but an Orges Blade, a make shift Bow and a white raven for company, he finally reached the Black Citadel, capital of the Iron Legion. He had hoped to find a home and more importantly a Warband, for a Charr was nothing without his ‘brothers’.

But hospitality was not to be found, from child of the wilderness to unwanted streetrat, but he was not alone, orphans from all over Ascalon could be find within the alleyways of the Citadel, many begged but a few were thieves. If non would help him then he would help himself and those like him, his skills of tracking a perception made him formidable at ‘hunting’ food and soon he had a following. A warband of thieves and miscreants struggling to survive in the harsh city walls and Klofange was their leader, becoming the Keen Warband

It was not long before their activity became known, many merchants hated them, but some saw promise in their skills, and before long they were mercenaries for hire, hunting whoever or whatever for the right price. As time past their legend grew, and they no longer had to steal to live, instead they had to kill, and killing is what Klofange was born to do.

The highest price came from slaying Wurms, not only were they a problem to many, particularly herders, but their meat and scales had great value. But hunting wurms was no simple or light hearted task, tracking them was near impossible as they travelled below ground, and many who hunted them, were ultimately hunted by them. Yet The Fierce warband and Klofange never failed, no wurm escaped their grasp, They were brothers connected deeper then a human family, they reacted as one unit, no commands required, no hesitation, and as such any advisory was at a disadvantage, their trails of youth had bonded them and now wurms felt their wrath. That was until one foul beast, unlike any wurm they had fought before, escaped unharmed and injuring the warband beyond any battle previous.

The Great White Wurm, as it came to be named, was a wurm corrupted by Jormag himself, but this fact did not stop Klofange longing for round two, his pride would take him to the end of the Tyria before he could rest. His warband followed as they had since they were children. Deep into the Shiverpeaks they travelled for years tracking this one Wurm which had escaped, they were struggling to survive once more, living of the land, but his warband followed without question, they had lost a hand full to blizzards and avalanches but still they marched, Klofange blinded by pride.

Finally the day of reckoning was upon them, the earth shook and from it rose the beast, Klofange ordered his men to distract the wurm whilst he climbed its scaly back. The Raven, his oldest friend identified a path to the creatures head, but by the time Klofange had reached the crown of his old nemesis, he stood alone once more, his warband had fallen, and with a final blow the beast was dead. As it tumbled to the snow below, Klofange had realised that although he had won the battle the war was lost, his pride had sacrificed those who should have meant most to him, A Gladium, a lone Charr, he had no enemy nor family…..

….To this day Klofange can be found in a Tavern known as ‘Ye Olde Hat’ (a bar fequented by washed up ‘heroes’) in the city of Lions arch drowning his sorrows in liqueur talking to no one but his bird, but many believe there is still life in this old Charr, a hero kept hidden by drink, a hunter who just needs something new to hunt, and a family to hunt it with

Name: Garah Emberbane
Affiliation: Blood Legion
Rank: Legionnaire (Temporarily Reassigned)
Age: 22 years
Profession: Warrior

Appearance: A striped pelt with black on tawny fur, Garah resembles most charr males from a first glance. However, closer examination shows his build is a little broad in the shoulders and agile compared to other members of Blood Legion. He has a burn scar on his chest which he sustained during sparring with his former warband, and refuses to discuss how he got it. He favors either colors of the Blood Legion or simple earth tones for his clothing, rarely seen without his armor or weapons at hand.

Training: Garah’s training seems standard for a charr, including sharpshooting skills with a rifle and suppression techniques with a longbow. However, he seems to favor a shield and sword or mace over other equipment. Garah’s position as a Legionnaire has allowed him to call on Blood Legion support from time to time, and they are understandably a cut above others in potential. It should go without saying Garah Emberbane is a force to be reckoned with, though among charr he is not particularly remarkable in skill.

Personality: Garah is brash, a little boastful with a tendency to make bold claims of skill. However, he can back most of these claims up and has of late started to mellow out on the boasting. For most choices he is handed, he will tend to favor forceful solutions; however, it should be noted these solutions are not simply throwing overwhelming brute force at a problem. Rather, more than once they have been calculated to use minimal actual force in a more precise strike.

Friendships: Despite having a sire who was held in high regard inside Blood Legion, Garah has held himself mostly aloof from his warband. The only notable exception is the elementalist Eurayle, whose irreverent behavior managed to strike a chord. The two supported each other well when it came to it, and after the dissolution of that warband Eurayle was among the first to be recruited by Legionnaire Garah Emberbane. Tribune Brimstone also has been seen supervising the young warrior closely, showing an inordinate amount of interest.

Assignment Record: Garah has been assigned as liason to the Vigil, and as such Eurayle has been given a temporary promotion to Legionnaire in his stead. Before that, it is known that Garah acquited himself well in numerous skirmishes with the Flame Legion in the Plains of Ashford. Specific commendations are difficult to obtain, but there is talk of events around the Facula Castrum near Lake Feritas.

Current Assignments: Currently Garah is a liason to the Vigil and is investigating matters concerning Citadel security and the Risen.