Avilana

A lone driver with a dark past, clad in dark armor, searching for answers in a fractured world. Her piercing gaze hides both suspicion and curiosity. All he remembers is his name, Alastor. An excellent swordsman and thrower. At his belt he wears a terrifying, rusty, jagged longsword.

A young elf with softly glowing skin hums a cheerful tune, her clear eyes sparkling with curiosity as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her pointed ear. She holds a tattered spellbook from which she is trying to learn magic. She loves adventure, justice, and escapades, but flinches at the rustling of leaves, looking out for inquisitors or, even worse, spiders. She is a bit clumsy and often speaks without thinking. Her behavior is often childish, but in difficult times she is able to make the right decisions. She hides her race from most people with the help of magic, because the Inquisition often hunts elves. She is timid and cautious and often exaggerates possible danger. She can burst into tears from something very cute. Due to her inexperience, her spells and magic sometimes do not work as intended. She loves delicious muffins and ale. Knows many old legends and tales.