Name: Ix Carmel<br/>Age: 24<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Appearance: Ix stands at what she believes to be a good height of five foot six and weighs about one hundred thirty-five pounds with an average build. She has fair skin and a freckled face that is almost never devoid of a smile. Her eyes are an extremely light, sort of milky blue and people often think sheâ€™s blind. Her hair Is cut into a short bob that frames her face and is an off white kind of creamy color.<br/><br/>She dresses most often an a loose grey blue tunic and brown pants but can be seen in a blue dress and vest with pockets when sheâ€™s feeling casual. <br/><br/>She also carries a bottomless bag and a staff topped with a large blue crystal ball<br/><br/>Personality:  Happy and adventurous, Ix is a go getter kind of girl. A jack of all trades sheâ€™s adaptable and, with her second favorite profession being in the mercantile industry sheâ€™s also a very shrewd person, good with money and at negotiations. Her first favorite occupation is adventuring of course. <br/><br/>A little impulsive and sometimes ditzy she has her not so smart moments and is far from perfect, but usually sheâ€™ll own up to mistakes or play them off with a little comedy. Easy to get along with as long as youâ€™re fair, sheâ€™s a good companion to have on travels. <br/><br/>Brief Background: Born on a world with minimum technology and a decent splash of magic to an expansive family with many different jobs, she learned a little of everything, smithing, alchemy, cooking, selling, buying, farming, magic, and of course adventuring. <br/><br/>She met her master at the age of thirteen, studied under him till she was sixteen, and then decided that they would traverse the world together. When she turned eighteen they came upon their planets colonization hub where travelers from space had set up shop and, ever the adventurer decided she wanted a piece of that.<br/><br/>She dragged him onto the ship and out into space where theyâ€™ve remained for the last six years, expanding their adventuring horizons by doing different odd jobs, deliveries, and good old treasure hunts. Sheâ€™s grown quite well adapted to life out there, but misses some of the comforts of home.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Name: Saeldur Willow<br/>Age: 374 give or take a year<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Appearance: Saeldur towers over others at the height of six foot six and weighs just under two hundred pounds, all of which is made up of solid muscle. His build is a little broad at the shoulders but slim everywhere else giving him a definite T shape. He has fair skin, a little paler than Ix, and is covered rather thoroughly with scars, some light some dark. Theyâ€™re hardly ever seen though, as he wears black robes that cover the entirety of his body. A purple heart is sewn into the top left corner of said robe.<br/><br/>He has long silver hair, it falls just past his hips, that tends to fall in his face and covers his slightly pointed ears. He deliberately keeps it falling down the right side of his face because he has a scar reaching from just above his right brow down to his jaw and the eye on that side is a deep purple rimmed with red while the other, always visible eye is a sunny gold. He carries no personal affects that can be seen, but he does wear a gold wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand and can be seen twisting it when he is nervous. <br/><br/>Personality: Saeldur is a gentle giant, really he is. While he may look intimidating heâ€™s really no scarier than a puppy, Ix is usually more threatening unless something dangerous is going on. Usually though heâ€™s sweet, well mannered, kind, and helpful. Heâ€™s very quiet, hardly ever says anything, but when he does itâ€™s usually insightful and or inspiring. <br/><br/>Thereâ€™s always a sad look about him though, as if something is weighing heavy on his heart. <br/><br/>Brief Background: He will say nothing about his past other than that he had a wife and a daughter and that he was once part of the military of their now far away home. Besides that, his past is a mystery to everyone and some people wonder if he even remembers.      <br/><br/>The part he's spent with Ix though is memorable and fun, especially the last six years, traversing the universe with her and several other new friends.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The sheer amount of people, human and no, inhabiting the universe never ceased to surprise Ix. Often she thought back to the days where she thought it was only them, on her little world full of her little people who all shared one planet and would always share one planet with just themselves. It was a very clear sight to her, the past she had once seen where there was nothing living in the stars but dreams n fairytales, nothing but nonsense as her grandfather often said.<br/><br/>â€œOh, if only you knew how wrong you wereâ€ she said softly, under her breath as her milky eyes darted from place to place, taking in the scenery below as the ship made its decent slowly to the docks. Just below there was a wild menagerie of people and creatures and wonderful terrifying things that could only exist out here, in space. She could hardly believe it. Even after six years she could hardly believe where she was, or what she was doingâ€¦ She could believe who she was doing it with though, her partner in crime, her teacher.<br/><br/>Turning her head first to the right and then up a ways she was greeted by the sight of his calm face in profile, a slight smile touching his lips and from what she could see, his brow creased. She smiled at that, he always got so nervous when they landed somewhere new, she didnâ€™t know why though and he wouldnâ€™t tell, he hardly ever did speak and sometimes that made things a little lonely... Most of the time though it was okay.<br/><br/>â€œIx?â€ his voice was rather deep but so soft she almost didnâ€™t hear him, or the mild amusement just behind her name. Sheâ€™d been staring too long and now he probably thought she was caught up in another one of her day dreams, far off into the vast land that was her imagination. Only she wasnâ€™t this time.  She certainly hadnâ€™t taken on of her famous brain vacations, hadnâ€™t been near it. All of her thoughts were current and relevant , why the land of her imagination was, at this point, emptyâ€¦ Empty.<br/><br/>She frowned at the thought. â€œIâ€™m not empty headedâ€ she retorted with a pout and a single silver brow shot up on his face, a bemused smile quirking his lips as his head tilted and all that silver hair cascaded slightly to one side.<br/><br/>â€œDidnâ€™t sayâ€ he replied shortly and leaned back from the rail they were both leaning against. A white hand drew from the folds of black that covered him, soon followed by its companion, and the right twisted the ring on the left. â€œYou know where we are going, yes?â€ he questioned, looking at her with an expression that sheâ€™d learned to take as â€˜thatâ€™s all I was going to say.â€™<br/><br/>She huffed but then smiled and nodded. â€œI certainly do. Are you ready to depart?â€ she asked, motioning to the crowded gangplank with a comical flourish.<br/><br/>He nodded with an amused smile and looked over the rail once more before turning. Theyâ€™d docked during their talk and now it was just a matter of making it off the ship un-trampled. It was something they both managed decently well and afterward it was just a matter of following the map, or in Saeldurâ€™s case, following Ix who had the map.<br/><br/>Heâ€™d long since made her master of navigations, if only to keep her focused when they were on their way. She was easy to distract when they went passed shops and stalls, she was a seller yes but also a buyer. And she was hard to lose, not for an extraordinary looks but because he was used to seeing her, could pick her out of any crowd, and because of her staff. There was no other like it in all the worlds so far as heâ€™d seen, not one made with so much love and by so many people.<br/><br/>It was easy to follow the blue bobble through the crowd.<br/><br/>â€œWhat do you think the job will be this time?â€ she asked, calling to him over her shoulder and he shook his head.<br/><br/>He did not know, hardly ever did when they started these excursions. Adds were often so very brief and nondescript. It was irksome.<br/><br/>He twisted the ring again, following her a little closer as they came off the busy main street and to a long row of tall, gleaming buildings. They were rather glorious and he wondered how long they had stood as they did. Were they older than him or younger?<br/><br/>He smiled somewhat sadly as Ix steered them into one with a high arch doorway decorated in gold. How very flashy. When they walked in it was more of the same, gold as far as the eye could see, even in the paneling of the high ceiling, though weather it was real or imitation he did not know. It didnâ€™t matter right this minute. What mattered was the young woman, visibly human at least, waiting at the gold reception desk, looking at them with a weary curiosity that he was not unused to.<br/><br/>Ix was approaching and he followed close behind.<br/><br/>â€œWeâ€™re here to see Mrâ€¦â€ she trailed off and tried to be as discrete as possible when looking down at the name scrawled on her palm, she wasnâ€™t all that successful but still looked up with a confident face as she uttered â€œLeonmarilâ€ and gave her best smile.<br/><br/>Saeldur felt himself want to sigh an suppressed the urge, allowing instead a much quieter, exasperated smile take place of the previously nervous one.<br/><br/>The woman at the desk didnâ€™t pay him any mind, just gave Ix an unimpressed look and asked, as clipped as possible â€œwhat about?â€<br/><br/>Before Ix could say anymore Saeldur produced from one of his sleeves and ad reading<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><div style="text-align: center;">Wanted: <br/>Capable Adventures willing to travel in pursuit of requested items. <br/>If interested please contact Mr. Tobias Leonmaril on frequency 11, <br/>channel 552 as soon as possible for further information and instruction.</div></span><br/><br/>She read the paper, turned it once in her hands that suddenly looked very, very orange, and then slid it back towards them.<br/><br/>â€œInto the elevator and to the top floor. Wait till he calls you in, I donâ€™t think the captain has arrived.â€<br/><br/>With that she looked away from them, no smile, no pleasant words of parting, and they went on their way, stepping into the large, mechanical box not surprisingly covered in gold. Ix got to press the button and when the motors began to turn and the elevator to move up she looked to her teacher and smiled.<br/><br/>â€œWas she orange, or am I crazy?â€<br/><br/>â€œIf you are, so am Iâ€ he shrugged.