Wary Sentinel, Waterson
"It's not the most comfortable job in the world. It means I have to be scared all the time. At least Swift's with me."
An athletically built man in his mid-forties, tanned skin indicating a life mostly spent in the fields and deep blue eyes indicate a lot of time spent in thought. His long, unruly locks of light brown hair are typically tied back with a navy blue bandanna, while he typically wears and cream-colored coat bearing the insignia of the Castle Low Guard over a vermilion-colored standard-issue uniform.
Waterson is the guardian of Castle Low's front gate. He grew up inspired by the military might of the castle, but patriotism doesn't seem to be the reason as to why he holds such a less-than-glamorous job. He's well-trained with a spear and keeps on his toes at all times - two necessary traits for protecting the often fog-shrouded fortress walls.
An athletically built man in his mid-forties, tanned skin indicating a life mostly spent in the fields and deep blue eyes indicate a lot of time spent in thought. His long, unruly locks of light brown hair are typically tied back with a navy blue bandanna, while he typically wears and cream-colored coat bearing the insignia of the Castle Low Guard over a vermilion-colored standard-issue uniform.
Waterson is the guardian of Castle Low's front gate. He grew up inspired by the military might of the castle, but patriotism doesn't seem to be the reason as to why he holds such a less-than-glamorous job. He's well-trained with a spear and keeps on his toes at all times - two necessary traits for protecting the often fog-shrouded fortress walls.
Keen Falcon, Swift
"Kreeee, kreeeeeeeee"
A peregrine falcon, with distinctive bluish-black feathers and a rust-colored underside. He has an impressive wingspan of about three feet, and weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of two pounds. Waterson insists that Swift wear a bandanna like he does, so he has a miniature navy-blue cloth draped around his neck.
Swift was Waterson found in the woods one day, after it had taken a bad dive and broke its wing on a tree. Waterson chose to nurse Swift back to health and train it to hunt. But since Waterson’s defeat to the Resistance, Swift saw the same hospitality in the rebellious force that he saw on that fateful day, and chose to ally himself with the Resistance - though, he still maintains a proudly independent attitude.
A peregrine falcon, with distinctive bluish-black feathers and a rust-colored underside. He has an impressive wingspan of about three feet, and weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of two pounds. Waterson insists that Swift wear a bandanna like he does, so he has a miniature navy-blue cloth draped around his neck.
Swift was Waterson found in the woods one day, after it had taken a bad dive and broke its wing on a tree. Waterson chose to nurse Swift back to health and train it to hunt. But since Waterson’s defeat to the Resistance, Swift saw the same hospitality in the rebellious force that he saw on that fateful day, and chose to ally himself with the Resistance - though, he still maintains a proudly independent attitude.
Gate Guard, Brooklynn
”Let’s set something straight here. You even think about hurting one of my friends, and you’re getting a sword to the face.”
A courageous girl dressed in the standard red of the Castle Low soldier’s uniform. She lets her long blonde hair down and reinforces her uniform with small armor pieces - one shoulder plate, one armored greave, and so on - that gives her a toughened, no-nonsense look. Her eyes are sharp, discerning everyone’s negatives before their positives.
Brooklynn served as one of the guards to Castle Low’s walls, up until the Resistance defeated them. She and her best friend Dianna ultimately rebelled against Castle Low leader Kristina, and upon realizing they would be forever on the run as traitors to the nation, they searched for protection within the Resistance. Despite this, she maintains a fierce front in the name of protecting Dianna.
A courageous girl dressed in the standard red of the Castle Low soldier’s uniform. She lets her long blonde hair down and reinforces her uniform with small armor pieces - one shoulder plate, one armored greave, and so on - that gives her a toughened, no-nonsense look. Her eyes are sharp, discerning everyone’s negatives before their positives.
Brooklynn served as one of the guards to Castle Low’s walls, up until the Resistance defeated them. She and her best friend Dianna ultimately rebelled against Castle Low leader Kristina, and upon realizing they would be forever on the run as traitors to the nation, they searched for protection within the Resistance. Despite this, she maintains a fierce front in the name of protecting Dianna.
Gate Guard, Dianna
”I can’t help much on the front lines, but I’ll try to support you how I can!”
A reserved girl dressed in the standard red of the Castle Low uniform. She wears a black cap with the Castle Low insignia sewn on it to hold in her long red hair; on the sleeve of her uniform are additional patches sewn on, mostly mentioning marksmanship certifications. Her relatively soft facial features dotted with freckles.
Dianna was previously a guard for the gates to Castle Low, but ultimately joined the Resistance to seek protection after defecting from the Castle. She and Brooklynn have been steadfast friends since they were first assigned their positions, and although Brooklynn can be a bit overbearing about keeping the two of them safe and sound, Dianna willing to support her however she can.
A reserved girl dressed in the standard red of the Castle Low uniform. She wears a black cap with the Castle Low insignia sewn on it to hold in her long red hair; on the sleeve of her uniform are additional patches sewn on, mostly mentioning marksmanship certifications. Her relatively soft facial features dotted with freckles.
Dianna was previously a guard for the gates to Castle Low, but ultimately joined the Resistance to seek protection after defecting from the Castle. She and Brooklynn have been steadfast friends since they were first assigned their positions, and although Brooklynn can be a bit overbearing about keeping the two of them safe and sound, Dianna willing to support her however she can.
Mage of Snowflakes, Yuki
"Awww, can't you stay a little longer? We can have a big snowball fight! You like those, don't you?"
A dainty girl dressed in a long baby-blue dress of lace and frills that drags behind her as she walks. Her eyes are a deep silver, seemingly having snowflakes glittering inside them. Her equally silver hair is kept underneath a woolly gray snow hat. Where she steps, the high heels she's wearing clack against the floor and leave tiny traces of ice.
Yuki looks young and acts young, as if every day is a snow day waiting to happen. But the truth is that you never want to be on her bad side; she descends from a long line of magi that specialize in the elements, and she can will you into a wall of frost before you can blink. It's perhaps a good thing that she'd rather play innocent little games with you instead, though perhaps obnoxious.
A dainty girl dressed in a long baby-blue dress of lace and frills that drags behind her as she walks. Her eyes are a deep silver, seemingly having snowflakes glittering inside them. Her equally silver hair is kept underneath a woolly gray snow hat. Where she steps, the high heels she's wearing clack against the floor and leave tiny traces of ice.
Yuki looks young and acts young, as if every day is a snow day waiting to happen. But the truth is that you never want to be on her bad side; she descends from a long line of magi that specialize in the elements, and she can will you into a wall of frost before you can blink. It's perhaps a good thing that she'd rather play innocent little games with you instead, though perhaps obnoxious.
Living Battleship, Admiral
"Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooonk"
A large humpback whale, armed to the teeth with cannons and machine guns strapped to its backside. His skin is a distinctive purple color, almost clashing with the black iron and gray steel that adorns him like a miniature city of artillery.
The Castle Low guard came across Admiral in a battle with a navel invader once. They noted the whale's exceptional intelligence and belligerence for battle, choosing to arm and train Admiral in naval warfare maneuvers for that battle. The war-grizzled whale spends his days moored with in the castle's waterways, where it tries its best to live silently despite a certain frost mage's antics.
A large humpback whale, armed to the teeth with cannons and machine guns strapped to its backside. His skin is a distinctive purple color, almost clashing with the black iron and gray steel that adorns him like a miniature city of artillery.
The Castle Low guard came across Admiral in a battle with a navel invader once. They noted the whale's exceptional intelligence and belligerence for battle, choosing to arm and train Admiral in naval warfare maneuvers for that battle. The war-grizzled whale spends his days moored with in the castle's waterways, where it tries its best to live silently despite a certain frost mage's antics.
Undead Snatcher, Jacob
"You 'eard tales o' th' bogeyman as a lad, I figure. Well, le's set some'in straight. Th' bogeymen... they tellin' stories o' me."
An aged man with a beard that extends below his waist. On his back is a large mesh cage, with dark auras and spirits swirling inside of it. In a chest strapped just below it, he holds a wide variety of weapons, ranging from a length of chain with numerous runes etched into each individual chain link to an assortment of grenades. The weight gives him a characteristic slouch befitting his age.
Once, there was a demon hunter that terrorized the realm of the afterlife, and all its spirits feared the name that delivered retribution to those who assaulted the living. That hunter, Jacob, is now officially in retirement, but still holds a part-time job to rake in some troublesome minor ghosts here and there. He's currently contracted by the Castle Low Guard to manage a particular beast...
An aged man with a beard that extends below his waist. On his back is a large mesh cage, with dark auras and spirits swirling inside of it. In a chest strapped just below it, he holds a wide variety of weapons, ranging from a length of chain with numerous runes etched into each individual chain link to an assortment of grenades. The weight gives him a characteristic slouch befitting his age.
Once, there was a demon hunter that terrorized the realm of the afterlife, and all its spirits feared the name that delivered retribution to those who assaulted the living. That hunter, Jacob, is now officially in retirement, but still holds a part-time job to rake in some troublesome minor ghosts here and there. He's currently contracted by the Castle Low Guard to manage a particular beast...
Future's Hunter, Trei
"Mark's in my sights. I'll cut them down with a flourish. Blade, ignite!"
A mysterious figure dressed from head to toe in cybernetic gear, a network of titanium and copper that glows a neon yellow from the raw power coursing through it. His head is encased in a solid domed helmet, adorned with nothing but three silver lights arranged in a triangle on the front where the face should be. He holds a quarterstaff that glows with a bronze light.
Trei is a member of a special ops squad of assassins within Castle Low. His background suggests that he's a visionary inventor first and foremost, and that his armaments are solely of his design and construction, but his private life is surprisingly blank, and why he prefers the battlefield to the lab is unknown. He does carry a habit of taking his time with his kills, for the sake of style.
A mysterious figure dressed from head to toe in cybernetic gear, a network of titanium and copper that glows a neon yellow from the raw power coursing through it. His head is encased in a solid domed helmet, adorned with nothing but three silver lights arranged in a triangle on the front where the face should be. He holds a quarterstaff that glows with a bronze light.
Trei is a member of a special ops squad of assassins within Castle Low. His background suggests that he's a visionary inventor first and foremost, and that his armaments are solely of his design and construction, but his private life is surprisingly blank, and why he prefers the battlefield to the lab is unknown. He does carry a habit of taking his time with his kills, for the sake of style.
High Plains Hunter, Mulberry
"You let your guard down for an instant, and nature won't hesitate to off you. That's just how it works."
A lanky man whose skin has been stained an industrial gray. He wears a cloth poncho, stained red and brown from dirt, dust and blood, and carries in his hand a barbed crossbow almost as long as his already-freakishly long legs. On his head rests a once-white cowboy hat, decorated with snake fangs.
If the world turned into a radioactive wasteland overnight, Mulberry would be a contender for the last human on earth. He spent years living in wastelands, living ruthlessly off the beasts around him before being offered shelter by Castle Low Guard scouts. Even though his power alone matches those of the castle's leaders, his caustic behavior prevents him from ever becoming one.
A lanky man whose skin has been stained an industrial gray. He wears a cloth poncho, stained red and brown from dirt, dust and blood, and carries in his hand a barbed crossbow almost as long as his already-freakishly long legs. On his head rests a once-white cowboy hat, decorated with snake fangs.
If the world turned into a radioactive wasteland overnight, Mulberry would be a contender for the last human on earth. He spent years living in wastelands, living ruthlessly off the beasts around him before being offered shelter by Castle Low Guard scouts. Even though his power alone matches those of the castle's leaders, his caustic behavior prevents him from ever becoming one.