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(I know, stupid recolor is stupid.)

Name: Svend Olsson
Age: in his twenties, I guess.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Orientation: It's kinda screwed up; it was obvious that he once dated the fairest girl in town, but his 'friendship' with his best friend is too close to be considered 'friendship' still. Everything blew out when he became a priest.
Bio: Lived an ordinary life, being the son of an innkeeper and a doctor. He became a priest, to grant his mother's dying wish. A few years after his ordination, he was sent to a foreign country as a missionary. He was kidnapped, along with other passengers, on the ship ride home.
Eventually, they were sold off to slavery.
Personality: He's kind, sweet and witty, but he also likes to talk back sometimes. It also looks like he doesn't have any ambition. He's happy-go-lucky and optimistic, but he tends to be a bit bipolar sometimes.
seme, uke, or seke? Looks like he's an uke (poor guy).
Anything else relevant: He actually wears a cassock, so yeah.
He has a bit of experience in cooking and cleaning because he tended the inn when his dad died..  

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(It's such a fail when it's obvious that you based the looks of your character directly from an existing character, and a popular one at that.)

Name: Artemisia Andersen
Nickname: Emmy
Age: About sixteen or seventeen.
Race: Human necromancer
Gender: Female
Orientation: She convinces herself to be asexual, but there's a huge possibility that she's bi.
Bio: Sick and tired of being of living the life of the rich and famous, she ran away from the estate, and trained in the dark art of necromancy. Eventually, she killed her master upon finding that there isn't much to teach her.
The Master's followers, outraged by what happened, sought her out and beat her up in revenge. A few men found her, half-dead, and decided to nurse her back to health, only to sell her off to slavery.
Personality: witty, feisty, mean and someone who talks back.
She often uses people to her advantage, and will dispose of them when they are no longer necessary.
Sometimes, no one knows what is going on in her head.
seme, uke, or seke? She doesn't really think about it. It's up to her (to-be) owner to decide.