|| Name ||

Liam Cadello

|| Nickname(s) ||

N/A

|| Age ||

22 years

|| Gender ||

Male/Masculine

|| Occupancy ||

Adventurer

|| Group Name ||

Horizon Dawn

|| Way of Fighting ||

Liam uses a halberd to fight that usually sits diagonal across his back. The handle is made of a light-colored silver that can be mistaken as white under the right sunlight, while the blade in question is steel-blue. It has an outward curve like an axe blade and a red cloth wraps around just below the blade. The blade at the back looks like a continued curve from the bigger one and arcs downward. Engraved on the handle are the initials L.C.

|| Appearance ||

Liam is an average height for a guy with tousled blond hair tied into a loose ponytail that sits just above his shoulders. His wear is usually comfortable to allow him ease of fighting, and he avoids wearing anything too bulky. That said, he does have armor covering his knees and shoulders, plaited in a silver color. His eyes are a light brown color, though it's not too light as to give it the illusion of being a golden color, and faint freckles can be seen across his nose if someone were to look close enough. Commonly, he will wear a white poet shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just above the elbow and brown leather pants and boots. He has a belt with a sheath for a pocket knife, however doesn't really use it for combat. Rather, it has found use for more mundane things. A short red cape rests over his right shoulder and drapes down to above his elbow, the bottom cut in a slight slant. He keeps his posture open, but defensive nevertheless with a jokey smile and some faded scars across his arms from the numerous scuffles he's been in.

|| Personality ||

Liam likes to consider himself an open-minded person. He doesn't really mind others company or working as a team, however his view can be a little soured when it comes to his paycheck. He likes keeping a professional atmosphere, but won't hesitate to try and lighten things up a bit if it feels too stiffling. He both likes to crack jokes and recieve them, and it's far from difficult to make him laugh. Liam is a free soul, he doesn't like staying in one place for too long unless something has peaked his interest, and never appreciates someone holding him back. His years of work with his group have made him experienced in getting the job done and adjusting his style to fit with others, but that doesn't stop his occasional skeptism with certain tasks or missions. He's loyal until someone betrays him first, and does his best to be truthful, yet it doesn't stop him from saying an occasional lie or voicing his sarcasm for some kind of task. Reputation isn't really a priority for him, just as long as he can be a reliable person that his group can count on to have their back. Many describe him as laid back

|| Other ||

Instead of a horse he has a goat that he rides and uses to help him carry the stuff he needs. Very convenient on mountainous areas, not so much on long stretches of land

Name: Rhiannon Darkwood

Nicknames: Ria, Ghost, Skull

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Job: sorcerer

Group name: She prefers to work solo

Fight style: She loves to use a touch of a new spell, always being completely unpredictable.

Appearance:

Personality: Rhiannon Darkwood is known for her sharp tongue and biting sarcasm. She possesses a wicked sense of humor, often using her wit to put people down and make them feel inferior. Her cynical nature and lack of trust in others make her a loner by choice, preferring to work alone and keep her distance from people. Rhiannon can be quite mean-spirited at times, rarely showing compassion or empathy for others. She revels in being a people hater and takes pleasure in pointing out their flaws, often using her intelligence to outwit and manipulate those around her. Despite her abrasive demeanor, Rhiannon is fiercely independent, determined, and always stays true to herself.

Other: She rides a kelpie pegasus cross

Looks amazing

I like her! Where should we start? We could have them arriving at a location to finalize the mission and get everyone aquainted? A tavern maybe? Or a secluded area?

I think we should start when they are meeting each other, at the tavern.

Sounds good

Would you like to start?

sure-

She walked into the tavern waiting for her contact to show.

Her green hued buckskin mare was outside, tied to the hitch stand.

The bartender got straight to work as she entered. He already knew what drink she wanted. And she could be scary. Very scary. He was mixing and adding little touches of everything, making sure that there were no mistakes.

Her drink was a mixture of things, a teaspoon of honey, 2 tablespoons of sugar, 1 ounce of milk, 5 ounces of the tavern's famous strawberry surprise, 5 tablespoons of water, tea bagged for 3 minutes with the raspberry tea. And there was more.

Liam never liked staying in one place for long periods of time. It made him feel pinned down and restless, eager to explore more and see the sights the world had to offer. Usually, it would be a week in one town, 3 days in another, maybe a short break at a village or kingdom that had a good contract for him and his group to fulfill. His stay here was 2 weeks so far and only getting longer. The dirt and gravel path created small puffs of dust with each step of his steed, a somewhat large goat with curled horns and a rich chocolate brown coat broken up with white markings. The tavern was only a few feet away now, easily seen in the distance and getting closer with the pairs approach. His halberd was strapped securely to his back, posture generally relaxed but alert nonetheless. He had gotten no problems getting here so far, and hoped for things to remain as such until he finally hit the road with his mission. Liam hoped it wouldn't be as silly as his last requests. Between being asked to exterminate some goblins who had gotten into the habit of interrupting the towns food supplies, to searching for a runaway horse, he hoped that this would be actually interesting. Maybe with some danger. Or dragons. From the tips Liam had gotten from the local towns folk and the rumors loudly whispered among some of the children running around (and maybe he paid someone to look further into it-) he could tell that whatever this Draco person was seeking would be worth the buck. Whatever it was. He stopped in front of the tavern, sliding off his mount and tying her reins to the hitch post offered in front of the tavern. Already, a few horses and crosses were awaiting the return of their companions, keeping themselves busy in a variety of ways. The chocolate goat watched his leave, then busied herself with trying some of the grass in hopes it wouldn't be watered with spilled alcohol like the last place they had stopped at. The tavern itself was a humble area, lit with the flames of fire spirits who perched themselves upon the rafters and watched the patrons go about their business with almost predator-like curiosity. It was a mix of drunk, shady, and loud between those present. Liam scanned the bar once, noticing the bartender busy at work, but was slightly dismayed to see that his contact wasn't here yet. With a sigh, he walked to the right side and took a seat at a vacant wooden table, not in the mood for a drink and preferring to do business sober. He leaned forward, laying his arms down upon the mahogany wood and decided to pass the time people watching, subtly glancing at the front door every now and then to check and see if they would arrive anytime soon. He had been informed that he would be working with someone else, much to his displeasure, but didn't fancy the need to introduce himself until it was time to get to work.

She saw the new guy enter, but only snarled at his. Her eyes were fixed on him. The new guy.

When the bartender handed her the cocktail, she turned around and opened her hand sharply, letting some fire out before closing it off just as sharply.

Just then, the door flung open wide and a tall man walked in. Rhiannon immediately recognized him as her informant by his powerful look, and the way he walked up to Ria.

When he approached her, she gave him a deafening stare. The guy gave her a look and muttered to himself, "this is deferentially the right one."

Is Draco a character we are both allowed to control? Or would you rather you handle his dialogue?