Team Tall, Grande & Venti consists of the following members:
The Team Sketchbook can be found here:
Team Tall, Grande & Venti Sketchbook
Below is our teams effort. A short note here, since we are with four team members but only delivered 6 images. Due to health reasons yoitisi had to resign in the last week and take some rest, and since there was not much point in creating a character which showed only one side instead of both good and evil we decided to leave it at six.
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Having grown up as one of the highborn in the xenophobic human nation of Imperium, Ren too carried a deep hatred for the so called demons and the wretched pagans who collaborated with them. From when he turned 13 years old he had always been prepared for his warring duties, which included physical and mental as well as magical training. Finally, when he was 20 years old, he first rode into real battle, soon becoming one of the most feared Dux militum in Imperium's short and bloody history.
Still drunk on the bloodshed of a previous slaughter, Ren and his soldiers were ambushed during a campaign deep within heathen-territory. Taken by surprise, he only managed to barely keep his life, however he lost his right arm. In fact, he only survived thanks to his panicking horse which ran off and pulled him along, throwing itself into a river running nearby.
He had passed out and, when he regained conciousness, found himself bandaged and obviously treated by a skillful physician, however still too weak to move. To his great dismay he soon realized that he had been saved by the demons he'd hunted down so vigorously before: the rebellious elves of the Magoth deltas had saved him, although his armour and weapons had clearly identified him as an enemy. Even though he was distrusting at first (in fact, the elves were too) he came to like his saviors over the time and even helped them out. He learned much about them and he found it largely confusing, because these people definitely weren't the demons he'd been told of.
Then, one day a little war band of Imperium soldiers raided the village and started to slaughter all its inhabitants; knowing full well that they would leave nobody alive Ren made his final decision: he turned against his former comrades, his patria, his familia. He decided that they were the true demons.
Still drunk on the bloodshed of a previous slaughter, Ren and his soldiers were ambushed during a campaign deep within heathen-territory. Taken by surprise, he only managed to barely keep his life, however he lost his right arm. Even though rendered defenseless, he survived as he was favored by Imperium's deities: as his blood gushed forth and his enemies' blades came down a last time to take his head, he unleashed powerful magic which seemed to spill out of his wound just like the blood did, breaking all the heathen warriors and gruesomly deforming them into they were utterly unrecognizable.
When he returned to Sanctum, the capital of Imperium, he was declared Divinus by the Pontifex and forever cherished by the people, becoming one of their greatest heroes.
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Vaerach always found within her the innate ability to connect with all things living, whether they be sentient or almost barely truly alive.
Living as an out-cast from both cultures, Vaerach lives on the outskirts of the empire, silently trying to re-grow the burnt down forests and destroyed land left in it's wake. Covered with tattoos to increase and control her power, she channel's the earth's energy to do her will and heal itself.
Captured by imperial forces, she was tapped as a power source for their mages, using her body as a direct line between them and the earth energy she so naturally called upon. Overloading on the energy, it twisted her mind, body and soul, and she coldly killed every one of her handlers in a power-frenzied state. Covered in slave-tattoos from the empire, she can no longer reintegrate with society - not that she would if she could. Her mind half gone, she hunts down any that cross her path - Imperial or otherwise - and rips the life force out of them. The corspes she leaves for her slugs.
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Born in the hot and humid swamps of the regions south of the Empire, Cressech is the sole survivor of his nest. After brutal fights for survival while growing up, both with predators and their own kin, he and his sister emerged from the swamp in search of ancient knowledge hidden in temples and libraries spread across the world. They were a couple that fought side by side, a rarity amongst their solitary race. However, as soon as they hit the Empire they were betrayed and his sister killed by the xenophobic soldiers of the Empire, though she took at least two dozen of her foes with her.
Though his hatred for the Empire started here, Cressech himself was saved by a few sympathetic souls and helped past the lines of the Empires forces. He now roams the world to continue what he and his sister started out to do, though any soldier of the Empire crossing his path is in mortal danger.
After the death of his sister, Cressech decided the Empire needed to be wiped from the face of the earth. Although being just a single warrior, he set out to seek ancient knowledge of evil and dark arts to enhance his skills and powers, crossing the line between good and evil. He is a feared enemy of the Empire, and kills without remorse. His might in battle and skill with his weapons, powers he obtained from ancient scrolls and masters in the dark arts, makes him a warrior like none other.