((Hmm, interesting. I'll join as a furry and a human, if you don't mind. And it does rain in winter, believe it or not...))
Name: Fyroh Ilqe Gahn
Species: Grey wolf
Class: Warrior
Weapons: Viking-style one handed sword, iron shield (3 points on top, rounds into a point at the bottom, the proper name escapes me...), flail, two handed sword on back, variety of daggers at belt
Skills: None
Element: None
Alignment: Neutral
Religion: Aethiest; is a traveller to these parts
Hometown: Cerkath
Appearance: Wears a steel helmet, with a spike on top. Wears a chainmail vest and chainmail shorts, with a tunic underneath. He wears thick leather boots, and steel gauntlets. A torn, unimpressive black cloak rested on his back, over the two handed sword, leaving the handle poking out. A scar runs across his muzzle, and has remarkably unwolf-like eyes.
Description: He travels constantly, hardly ever unaccompanied. He's tried several times to settle down, but the thrill of adventure, travelling, and especially battling keeps him on the road, hoping to unearth answers to his past... Remarkably strong. Since he has no magical abilities, he focuses on his strength, and allies, to pull himself through. Speaks with an English accent.
Name: Olhal (Refuses to reveal his last name. Its also no secret that Olhal isn't his real name.))
Species: Human
Class: Warrior / Rogue
Weapons: A combat knife, a small-ish battle axe on his back, and a sabre at his belt.
Skills: Fire powers; can summon small fireballs, and create remarkably small explosions (only about a metre blast, uses a lot of energy). Also can set things alight, yet finds it easier to set his weapons / fists alight, to add power. Can also use his fire powers to speed up and such.
Element: Fire
Alignment: Neutral
Religion: Aethiest
Hometown: Unknown
Appearance: Has musty brown hair, almost like a very dark blonde, yet considered brown, and reasonably long (goes down his neck, and can cover his eye). Wears a thick, black, knee length coat, with a deep red tunic underneath, and thick black trousers. Wears fingerless leather gloves, and thick boots.
Description: Overall, a mysterious person, yet doesn't act it; knows how to appreciate a laugh and a joke, and pretty sarcastic. He refuses to reveal most information about his past, yet is on the journey with Fyroh and company to find answers as well. Loyal and trustworthy to his friends, yet spiteful to his enemies. Can be very kind, caring and generous to an almost suprising extent. What is known about him is his abilities; its linked to his standard strength too, and if he wears out his magic, he becomes exhausted, and vice versa. He recovers energy slowly using a mystical gem he carries with him, which constantly gives out the magic he uses. However, if his energy overfills, even the slightest movement creates a flame; so he needs to use his magic constantly to avoid mistakes.
Fyroh and Olhal were walking together, Olhal behind Fyroh. Olhal had a fireball in each hand, carrying them delicately, to keep the pair warm."So... where are we going?" Olhal enquired. "It's cold, I know that much..."
Fyroh sighed. "I've already told you, I don't know. We're trying to find some life... a town, perhaps."
Olhal grunted. "We're going to have to stop soon. It's almost night, and I'm running out of energy... the cold is biting me now." His fireballs were faltering too, flickering slightly and shrinking.
"Look before you leap, Olhal, I think I see something... hold your flame back a second." Fyroh said quietly. Olhal didnt seem to approve, and moved his hands behind his back; starting a fireball was harder than keeping it going. Fyroh smiled with excitement. "Come on... there's a campsite. Maybe we'll be able to join them..."
Olhal muttered something under his breath, then said louder, "Look, Fyroh, we can't just walk in on them. If we had some food to contribute, then maybe..."
Fyroh shook his head. "Some people are hospitable, some hostile. If they're the latter, we'll get the **** out, and create our own camp. If they're not, then we'll be fine." Despite his objections, Olhal reluctantly followed Fyroh to the campfire. He let his flames die out.
Fyroh smiled upon seeing the ones at the fire. "Ah... mind if we join you? If you need another fire lit, I have a friend who's skilled at such..." Olhal grunted, and turned away. Fyroh ignored him, and awaited a response.