Annie & Cody, The Crimson twins

Full name: Annie O'Sullivan Age: 23 Appearance: 6'10" height, slim wiry frame, flat chested, red long hairs, green eyes. Outfit: Leather armor. Dark red cloak. Black cloth facemask. Simple steel twin blades. Personality: Cheerful, bubbly, social bulldozer, ignorant for small discomfort caused for others, nonintentional rude. Quirks: Speak with soft Irish lilt. Using a lot of Irish and British slang. Often swears. Use mental categorizing as coping mechanism for stress. Likes: Order, rules, sweets, ale, brother Cody. Dislikes: Rules violations, being taken lightly.

Full name: Cody O'Sullivan Age: 23 Appearance: 6'10" height, slim wiry frame, red cropped hairs, green eyes. Outfit: Leather armor. Dark red cloak. Black cloth facemask. Simple steel twin blades. Personality: Cheerful, bubbly to the rambling grade, socially awkward, nonintentional rude, easy-going. Quirks: Speak with soft Irish lilt. Using a lot of Irish and British slang. Rare swears. Use self-deprecation as coping mechanism for stress. Likes: Socializing, ale, sister Annie. Dislikes: Hypocrites, being in charge.

Both twins spent whole life together. They can finish sentences for each other and often have same thoughts about how to resolve situation. Act in perfect cooperation. In battle they always cover themselves with hood and mask and become quiet, concentrated and deliberately performative, chanting punk-rock songs with expressive rhythm alike "I'm so sorry", "Welcome to Black parade", "Meet me on the roof" to intimidate other participants or to show off.

Backstory: Origins — The Village of Ballynagore The twins were born in Ballynagore, a small, rain-soaked village on the western coast of Innishmore — the kind of place where the Celtic roots run deep, where folks still mark the old festivals and speak with a soft lilt, but where the world has largely passed by. It's a quiet place of stone walls, peat fires, fishing boats, and sheep scattered across green hills. The Holy Order has a small presence there (a chapel and a clerk), but no real power — the village mostly governs itself.

The O'Sullivan family were never wealthy. Their father was a fisherman; their mother a seamstress. The twins grew up sharing everything — a bed, a bowl, a pair of boots when times were lean. They learned early that two working together could do the work of four, and that silence and coordination could get them out of most trouble.

Why They Left Ballynagore had no future for two tall, restless children with sharp minds and quicker hands. The fishing trade was dying, the young folk were leaving for the cities, and the twins — inseparable since birth — decided they'd rather carve their own path than wait for the village to wither.

They left at seventeen with a shared blade between them, a few coins, and a promise: wherever we go, we go together.

Becoming Mercenaries They found work where they could — escorting caravans, clearing bandit camps, guarding merchants through the wilder roads between human cities and dwarf communes. They weren't the strongest, but they were fast, coordinated, and unnervingly in sync. They learned to fight back-to-back, covering each other's blind spots, reading each other's intentions without a word.

Their signature style emerged naturally: hoods up, masks on, silent and deliberate, chanting punk-rock songs in rhythm as they fought. The songs started as a private joke — something to keep time and calm nerves — but they noticed how it unsettled their opponents. A pair of identical tall figures, faces hidden, moving in perfect unison while humming "Welcome to the Black Parade" is deeply unsettling. They leaned into it.

They don't take contracts that violate their own loose moral code (no killing innocents, no working for slavers), but otherwise they're for hire — coin, favors, or sometimes just because they're bored. They're not heroes. They're not villains. They're professionals.

The Bond Annie and Cody are not just siblings — they're a single unit. They finish each other's sentences, share the same instincts, and often reach the same conclusion without speaking. In battle, they're a seamless machine: Annie tends to take the lead and call the rhythm, while Cody watches her back and adapts to her movements. Off the battlefield, Annie is the planner, the one who keeps them organized and on track. Cody is the talker, the one who charms clients and makes friends in taverns, though he'll defer to Annie on any real decision.

They have no magic, no grand destiny, no chosen-one prophecy. They're just two people who are very good at what they do, and who trust each other more than anything in the world.

Reputation Among mercenaries and adventurers' guilds, they're known as "The Crimson Twins" — for their matching dark red cloaks. Some think they're a single person who moves too fast to track. Others think they're spirits or fae. The Holy Order has a file on them, but it's thin: no crimes, no affiliations, no ties to any faction. Just two ghost-like figures who show up, do the job, and vanish.

They've never encountered a demon, a druid, or a Forged. Magic is something they hear about in stories and tavern gossip. They don't fear it, but they don't trust it either. They trust steel, each other, and a well-paid contract.

List of races that canonic for this world: Humans - most common and numerous. Versatile but not very grand usually. Some humans are related to ancient bloodlines and can possess magic abilities like druids or sorcerers. Elves - was common centuries ago but almost extinct nowadays. Have numerous heirs in half-elves that now common in human cities. Dwarves - second by numbers race. Have few own cities in places too harsh for humans to live. Rarely engage with humans but actively coexist with them, making communes inside human cities. Best smiths and rune makers. Demons - Mostly known by legends and tales that told about hell legions and end of the world. In fact there is only few of them actually exist. Incarnations made by magic and concentrated emotional energy. Each one unique and born in result of unequalled event. Giants - About 12 - 13 feet height. Wise and strong but mostly slow. Always were rare in places that inhabited by other races. Get even more unusual after magic start fading. Forged - artificial made intelligent race. Sorcerers made them as personal assistants. Could have body from any dense material, powered with energy crystals. Don't have soul in common sense but completely imitating psych and emotions. Not many left from past, manufacturing method is lost centuries ago.

Magic creatures that were here but now rare to find: Dragons, Wyverns, Griffins, Hippogriffs, Dryads, Fairies, Unicorns, Sea serpents, Vampires, Golems.

Creatures that never were real but known from tales: Werewolves, Goblins, Basilisks, Hydras.

Magic in general fading for few centuries in the row. Ley lines thinned. Creatures become myths. That doesn't affect on existent magic entities but there is no new ones to replace those which leaving or passing away naturally.