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Rumors of war have been stirring for some time now, ever since the elven princes dissappearance in Insarum the counties have been uneasy, despite the fact that he had been well hated by the peoples of the realm because of his mixed blood. It has been roumored that he was the only thing, the only barrier stopping an inevitable attack from the Uncha isnalnds and from the wicked race of the astenai themselves.
Knowing they would most likely be the first to be overtaken due to their closeness with the isles, County Cashada started to rise up first, ammassing an army as large as it could possibly muster before the attacks, attempting to gain support from the elven, dwarven and orcish counties as they did so. Bekal refused to aid them, the orcs retreating into their own, leaving the other counties of the mainland to fight out the conflict.
Knowing they had little other choice the humans resorted to their very last lign of defence, seaking out the truly illusive Kytean order, hoping against all hope that the silent order of assassins would aid them in their plight. Months went by attempting to find a single clue of their existance, with the order being as illusive and secritive as they were, all that had ever existed of them were merely whispers that lead to even more rumors and speculation. Fearing never to find them the king of Teralind decided to finally give up, presuming the order had been nothing but a tale told to children to scare them into listening. The eve of his decision to recall his guards he had returned to his room to find a peculiar sight. A rather lithe looking man with white hair and an eerily calm demenour sitting upon the dresser in front of his bed. The man smiled to the king and said that his plight had reached the order, right before dissappearing again in the blink of an eye, a official looking letter replacing where he had sat. The letter had listed the conditions of the Order stepping in and protecting Cashada and the other counties. not bothering to even read them the king foolishly agreed and so started the tale of the order to the known public.
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Name: Otheos Ekata, Coded: Chaos
Age: 800
Race:Astenai
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short bio: half brother to the infamuos Danava Atanka, Otheos was given the shorter stick in the Astenian royal line, as he had gotten it from hismother and not his father. Danava had always been the usual target, however Danava had always had more power, more authority and, more attention. After a long while Otheos decided to simply give up on the royal game and decided to join the forces as a skilled soldier of the Astenian forces. He gained rank fast due to his skill because of his genetics. This granted him the attention and authority he had wanted from the beginning, however due to an unfortunate run-in with some higher ranking Finnarel officials Otheos ended up nearly loosing his life entirely due to them. Instead of finishing him off however, they saved him and as is the astenian blood-bound rule he had to serve them for the rest of his own life. The Finnarel officials had seen his skill in battle however and ordered him to side with the Kytean order, soon enough he was given to Whisper and had to serve him as an eliminator, right hand and as a buffer should Whisper get ticked off. Otheos in all honesty diddnt mind the change much as Whisper was human rather than Finnarel. The thing that would seem to bother him mostly enough however, is not having to go against his own kind, more rather, that he had been careless enough to be bound into servitude.



Name: Unknown. Coded: Whisper
Age: true age Unknown
Race: 2nd Gen A.D. Type human
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short bio: Whisper is a mystery wrapped in an enigma and shrouded in shadow. No one knows his true name or where or when he truly came from. All that is known within the order is that he showed up one day claiming to be the right hand of Pandemonuim, the factions high leader. After some investigation this statement turned out to be true, meaning that he was one of the higher leaders of the order. It was soon descovered the man had an unnatural sence in battle, this only being outshined by his speed. Out of respect the members of the order had taken to calling him Blurr at times. Aside from this not much else is known aside from the fact that he has a very calm demenour but seems to care for those under his command, willingly leaving a path of pure destruction in his wake for the sake of a single member. If there is one thing that any member from within the order would know, it would be, not to get Whisper angry.

Name:Kyran

Age: 30-ish

Race: Elf (can you tell!?)

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Short bio: Kyran, despite his grim appearance, is not that bad of a guy. But he does have his episodes. Likes to often cause chaos for the fun of it. He doesn't come from this dimetion though. kyran's home is the planet of Nirn, in the empire of Cyrodil. As a young man he aws enlisted into the Mages Guild and quickly rose through the ranks. Not long after he went into the arcane univercity, Kyran volunteered to be an undercover necromancer along with several other mages. Kyran eventualy even chalanged the King of Worms himself (the leader of the necromancy cult). And took his place. He disbanded it, but kept the powers to himself, along with the Staff of Worms. He and his friends joined together to for the Oblivion Crew, who defend Cyrodil in it's time of need. How exactly he ended up in this dimention is a mystery. But regardless of reasons he's anxious to find new allies, test subjects, and anything else he fancies.

P.S. The skeletal head is just a magic Illusion he keeps. He thinks he looks "more fitting" that was, since he's a necromancer.

P.P.S. Yes folks, I am once again re-using this character. I just want him to be in a RP that lasts, dang it >.<

Name: Talburt Bering
Age: 27
Race: Humanoid
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short bio: Tal's a bit of an oddball. Most people never would think that he would be one for the skulking around in the shadows, and they'd be right. Tal's skills lie in the labs than in the shadow, preferring to create than to destroy. That being said he is a member of the order for a reason and though he prefers to keep his nose in the books, when it comes out he is swift and methodical worker able to kill in ways that even the most experienced assassins wouldn't have thought of.