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[shockinglegoman1111]

• Name: Cordan’ Feredico
• Age: 27
• Species:Human
• Gender: male
• Nation: Gisal (He operates from here, but he is completely neutral in order to gain as much business as possible)
• Role: Mercenary commander.

• Overall personality: A soldier in appearance, businessman in heart. Loves alcohol His love for money costed him a lot in his life. He always wanted to be a trader, yet here he is, ruling a dieng mercanery clan only so his dynasty lives on... But that was what hi father wanted, if he could drop his army to whatever king and just throw himself in to trading he would do it, all for that sweet, sweet gold. Despite all this, he is a factor note worthing for any enemy facing his army, and he in no way is incompetent in battle.

• Pro/Anti war: Obviously pro-war, how else would he rent his army? Rumors have it he even mingled in some diplomatic affairs in hopes of sparking some wars.

• Picture/physical description: 6 Feat 3 inches ( 192 cm), Light skin, Long blonde hair. Well defined Jaws, A badly kept beard. Pointy chin and nose.His face, other than the nose, looks like someone punched him and left a depression. A very slight scar on his eyebrows. Dry lips. Blue eyes. Triangular body, good shape but his drinking habits are showing. He can usually be seen in his chestplate, Wich in it self has has his coat of arms. He prefers Wearing his red robe, a symbol of the merchant clas of heca.

 

[Fennapples]

Reyner Darkash
"King of Gisal."

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• Age: 27 years old.
• Species: Human.
• Gender: Male.
• Nation: Gisal.
• Role: King.
• Personality: King Reyner, inheritor of the Darkash blood, is a man whose countenance never quivers in fear nor amusement. Never has someone witnessed the current leader of the most powerful nation of Iyuron lose his unbreakable composure; he's always calm and collected. Only a frown seeping through is enough evidence of extreme discomfort or ravaging rage. A raise of voice form this man has the same value as a death sentence, thus everyone surrounding his presence acts dully wary and careful to select their words. However, this king is known by his apparent benevolence, for he displays an image of acceptance and understanding towards any commoner that, after going past the Chief of Justice and Common Pleas, stands before his throne. In personal affairs Reyner refrains to privacy and solitude; his only source of advice and support being the Chamberlain. Although his signature demeanor remains, the King allows himself to stray from professionalism when facing those of confidence.
• Pro/Anti war: Although Reyner is generally anti-war (for his main objective is to keep peace within his Kingdom), when the right reasons and argumentation are given, he will not hesitate to join the conflict.
• Extra: His sibling engaged Reyner in a conflict over Gisal's throne, leading to a small war within the limits of the nation. Reyner was victorious, sending the blood-related defeated to exile.

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[Kazuo Kanno]

ᴵʸᵘʳᵒᶰ

:Name:
Klaern Kallixtus

:Age:
27

:Species:
Human

:Gender:
Male

:Nation:
Somor

:Role:
King

:Overall personality:
Before gaining power and becoming ruler of the humble yet awful (used archaically) Somor, Klaern was quite the withdrawn fellow. He rarely spoke to anyone but his family and while he did talk to other peasants, there was only a handful he ever truly trusted (many of them now work for him in his court). However, after the violent cataclysm involving the frozen rebellion that is responsible for Somor's independence, which Klaern's family was deeply involved in, and his encounter with the dreaded Helyptus, Klaern's personality has changed a lot.

Klaern's survival of such events has intensified his resolve and confidence to that of a true ruler. He quickly and decisively makes decisions that benefit his nation, something that his sometimes rowdy, yet loyal subjects have took note of. He loves to engage in public talks with his citizens and makes public appearances regularly.

Even so, all of this is simply a front, a distraction to divert everyone's attention from Klaern's true motives, objectives, and states of mind. Kept secret even from the subjects of Klaern's court, he is a truly disturbed individual, with the events of his past forever scarring him. Servants have witnessed Klaern screaming in is chamber during the night, as if being attacked by some awesome monster, but Klaern always dismisses such claims. It is even speculated among his subjects that Klaern talks to his ring, but this is only a recent development that Klaern writes off as a rumor that subjects of other nations have created to make him seem incompetent and insane.

:Pro/Anti-war:
For the past few years, Klaern has been biding his time, building his nation, strengthening his ties with Gaca and Dabia, as well as the nations of the Mutual Alliance, and building his own military forces. Now, Klaern feels it is time to take action. He grows tired of the sovereign states of the Main Core Alliance slighting his nation, this weariness is only compounded with the fact that Heca, the leader of the Main Core Alliance, is responsible for the enslavement of his forefathers, which vexes Klaern to no end. While Klaern has yet to make his intentions clear, he is secretly plotting to dismantle the Main Core Alliance, particularly the great nation of Heca. Klaern, however, is not foolish. He knows that his nation is still a infant when compared to the economic and military might of the surrounding countries and the prospect of dethroning one of the strongest alliances known to Iyuron will surly be no simple task.

:Picture/physical description:
Being a warrior king, it is only natural that Klaern's physique be that of a well trained athlete. Despite his constant attempts at training, his years of 'relatively', soft living in his court has made him a tad bit out of shape. As you can see in the picture above, he has bluish-grey eyes, with brown hair. He weighs in at 150 pounds, and he stands at a solid six feet.

On a average day at his court, Klaern wears a humble, but still fit for a king, white silk tunic under a black silk overcoat. The overcoat itself is studded with gold, similar to the one in the picture. A king, however, should never pride himself on wearing one outfit, so this is but one of many outfit that Klaern has in his wardrobe.

When traveling in the cold temperatures of Somor, Klaern is sure to adorn dark furs and the like to keep himself warm. He is also never seen without his silver ring, also present in the picture. While Klaern has never truly revealed the significance of the ring to his subjects, many speculate that it is a family heirloom, passed down to Klaern by his father, who fought in Somor's rebellion.​

 

[HeckingHeck]

Name:
Veras Emrys
Age:
31
Species:
Human
Gender:
Gender fluid (Just Kidding, Male)
Nation:
Alaral
Role:[Specifically]
Pirate/Privateer
Overall personality:
Although not the happiest type of person, be certainly isn't afraid to throw in a few sarcastic quips in the worst of times. Despite being a pirate, he isn't stereotypical in the fact that he drinks and has a cocky attitude. Rather instead, he's quite reclusive with only his most inner council seeing him.

Veras nonetheless proves to be an effective leader with proficient speaking skills. He's also into the finer things in life, being prouder than most of his kind dare to say believing he built his empire to the way it is.
Pro/Anti war:
Veras is all for war when it's smart. Still he isn't a politician and cares little for cause should it not concern him, instead choosing to waste his lives to the highest bidder. At time however he chooses to stick with his employer if the cause is worthy enough.
Picture/physical description:
Being a lean man with brown, messy hair, he isn't a man for first impression. Often he carries one fine Cutlass adorned with a gilded hilt. On his chest straps and boot are daggers.

His Mercenary Army/ The Red Sails:
His fleet of seven ships include 3 galleys, two are armed with cannons. Four more ships are carracks.

In total, the amount of soldiers under his command is 2,500 soldiers who specialize in mobile warfare and raids. They are also proficient in naval combat and general piracy. As per tradition, his fleet contains red sails with the head of a dragon embroided on them.

 

[dragonsfire]

Name:
Ladyir Cylelonni

Age:
29

Species:
Beast-Kin

Gender:
Male

Nation:
Gaca

Role:
King, "Ladyir" the fast

Overall Personality:
Ladyir has inherited various traits from his lineage, both having extreme cowardice in
critical situations, along with attempting to put on an intimidating presence a quickly planned attempt to rid his title as cowardly. While he can only keep this demeanor up for a small amount of time always cracking an occasional smile and needing to casually converse with a member of his court or guard he is willing, occasionally going out of his way to prove his determination to another kingdom's nobles.

When interacting with his court or citizens he finds himself easily laughing at others jokes, and impressed by others talents, even after witnessing them before. He avoids the subject of war becoming obviously stressed and worried when hearing of it. In current times he has been known to take more violent actions when in private, creating blatant lies to his close allies in an attempt to strengthen the alliance along with his trade based relations to Dothia.

His trait of the fast has been earned in many different ways, he generally attempts to
be the first to speak against mass conflict, along with accusing Gisal and even sometimes Alaral due to fierce military growth of trying to start a war. He is also known to be rash in combat actions, mainly due to his occasional blood-rushed state when hunting and lack of judgement when taking away a life he knows he could give reasoning for.

Pro/Anti war:
Holding extreme fears of the potential of war between any of the surrounding countries, with their being a direct and reasonably safe sea route from his own country to Gisal, as opposed to having to go through two-three countries to get to the potential and mighty threat, along with this being a reason for both of his isolated allies (Somor and Dabia) to have trouble sending allies in case of troubles with another country. He truly cannot see how any sort of war could allow for any benefits to his own country or his allies. He's also accepted that their role in the alliance is rather important for the time being, but any luck with either one in finding or claiming fertile land being potentially dangerous, hence Ladyir's urge to find other ways of helping their relationship.

As for his non-allied countries, he realizes if an attack by either Gisal or Dothia were to be launched without warning
that any livestock and crops could be easily burned and slaughtered by their spiteful enemies. Both spreading
not only panic for the many remaining tribes who share the landmass and protection from the quickly
established Gaca, and causing panic for the citizens walled in due to the sudden lack of interaction with them and
a lesser amount of the already pathetic amount of guards they have.

He truly fears the thought of and constantly tries to convince others the reasons why war would be harmful despite
his allies and even many others countless reasons as to the support and reasons to put these action into motion.

Spoiler: Best if I show you an example.

Sir Lyleconni, may I borrow your ear for a moment I'd like to address you about our current position with the
Main Core alliance, perhaps we should take action against the kingdom of the south, they show the most resistance and
opposition to greater strengthing our obviously beneficial treaty with the main core. I understand the action may be rash and seem
irrational to you, however; The already aggravated king began to remove his cloak, covering an expensive coat
which seemed to be decorated with various thick fur remnants. Progressively various frown lines appeared
on his face and then pulled out a strangely shaped sword, he mumbled brief statements about peace and thrust it through
the emissaries head, who could only attempt to react before realizing the king's actions over his own.
Almost in an instant, he called out to his secretary easily drowning out the blood-curdling scream of the man. "Message the Somorians
and tell them the emissary they sent became intoxicated before being escorted to deliver his message and then began making attempts
to harm both himself and me before I...the guards had to deal with him accordingly and that we hope this hasn't harmed our relations in any way. Also
tell the treasurer to agree with Somor's idea to decrease the trade price of our buffalo's hide by 7.5 Jan, and mention how we are willing to send other resources if it's mutually beneficial"
He trails on about various other subjects including border control and military placement, in a way
morbidly smiling as he drags his victim's dead body into a pit with various other bones which have obviously be gnashed at by a strange creature's sharp teeth.

Picture/Physical Description: Still working on it)

He takes his traits from a hippopotamus. Also he is
commonly cloaked in bloodied animal furs as 'casual' wear,
despite the blood generally not belonging to animals.

Others:
Even during political meetings, he refuses to address Gisal with any formalities, making sure its label of "The South" is stripped when any members of his court are to mention it.

He is known to board up the castle, with his court and family inside along with summoning a considerable amount of his countries already lackluster guards, both at random times and
when hearing the worrying news.

A few of his ancestors shared the title of the fast, one having characteristics similar to a Jaguar,
and one having such amazing agility he was considered blessed by Ynos.

His castle has two escape routes in each hallway division and at least one in every non-political based room, although many are collapsed in due to lack of usage.​

 

[Auricula]

:: WIP ::
Physical Description.
artist :: kyrie0201

Name.
Alenia Saberon

Age.
29 years old

Species.
Witch

Gender.
Female

Nation.
Alaral

Role.
Mercenary

Overall personality.
Perceived as dangerous, Alenia is definitely someone not to be crossed. Any slights against her are - in her opinion - proportionately retaliated against. As mercenary as she is however, Alenia isn't stone cold. She possesses a side kinder than most imagine but it only shows when she isn't on a job. She keeps a very clearly defined line between business and personal affairs, and is pretty much a different person depending on what she is dealing with. The business face of Alenia is what one would expect-- ruthless, stoic, and efficient. The latter on the other hand aligns more closely to her true self: amiable, reassuring, and generous. Generally speaking, Alenia as a whole is steady and reliable. But she will always place herself first. She is cautious, sometimes overly so, and obstinate. She can be prideful at times and is candid. An open person by nature, she does not trust easily despite how it seems. Notably, Alenia has never once picked a job that goes against her morals-- she upholds a strict code of values.

Pro/Anti war.
Pro war. War is terrible and Alenia holds no illusions about it. But it is also the place where her trade thrives in and she naturally leans towards what benefits her the most.​

 

[Soviet Panda]

Name: Buras Gorthor

Age: 27

Species: Beast-kin

Gender: Male

Nation: Hotor

Role: King

Overall personality: Though he actually holds little power as the king, and with Hotor being one of the weaker nations, he is always scheming. Eventually someone will misstep, he's just making sure it isn't him. Though considering how he doesn't really make the decisions, that's easier said then done. He has already steered the two away from plunging the country into mayhem three times now, and each time just barely. Who knows whether he can do it a fourth time?

Though more of a military leader, he can hold his own in a political setting, though his strategy is the same for both. Slowly and calmly attempt to maneuver your way around your opponent until they are trapped, and then crush them between the jaws of the wolf, not always metaphorically. And once there is blood in the water, press his advantage until you are victorious.

Pro/Anti war: It would depend on the war. If it was a war to get rid of the rats within his court and hold a knife to him, and are more then willing to use him as a scape goat when their plans go awry, then he is all to willing to fight it. Against the stronger kingdoms, however, he would much rather use his words.

Picture/physical description: Buras is massive for his kind. Standing at 6'8" and weighing 500lbs, most of that most likely muscle, he is an intimidating figure. White fur makes him even more of an oddity, most beast-kin of the area having darker colored fur. And when he wears the Horned Crown, it makes him appear to have horns. He is blind in the left eye, a scar going across it hinting at a past battle.

Spoiler: King Buras.

 

[Afigitis]

Emlyn Etisha Erin
Queen of Dabia

Age: 26

Species: Elf

Gender: Female

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Coming from an old linage of elves, Emlyn was raised surrounded by gentleness and wisdom, and grew up as a woman with a caring heart and a curios mind. In her eyes, she sees all the unknowns as an opportunity for knowledge, and always tries to see the possibility of goodness with all the wickedness, making her a reckless but a ruler that was truly loved by her people.


She would seem like a fragile being, with her slender figure which was made with nothing but grace, but looks, indeed could be deceiving. She might be kind but she can be someone who wouldn’t hesitate to shoot an arrow or throw a knife, if her people’s safety was threatened. She sees her people as her family and would gladly sacrifice her own life and a few, if that’s what it takes to save the many.


To make her people at ease, she had decided to always be the ruler that will always be seen smiling, but a ruler can’t be all about kindness. At the back of her mind, there was always something reminding her not to take everything as it is. People could easily betray and turn their backs on others, and she’s no exception. With that, there are only few people that she really trusts with her thoughts and worries.

P R O/A N T I – W A R S:
As a ruler, she doesn't want anything but peace and prosperity for her people, but if war would endanger the whole population of Dabia, then she would be willing to fight the war to save the many.

O T H E R S
Besides her fondness of medicine, she had mastered using bow and arrow too.

Elders - the council the provides wisdom and advice to the Queen. Consist of nine elderly elves, that had been part of the council, long before Emlyn was crowned.

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[Fennapples]

"She, whose eyes glowed in the paining grief, stared down to the land that once venerated their kind. Those who now kept her clad in chains and oppression, land of lost glory. She, who for the first time stood upon the highest peak of Heca's mountains, finally learned that it had to be finished."

}Lyari Aebella{

ᴬᵍᵉ﹕ ²⁵ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒᶫᵈ⋅
ˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵉˢ﹕ ᶜᵒʳᵉᶦᵃᶰ⋅
ᴳᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ﹕ ᶠᵉᵐᵃᶫᵉ⋅
ᴺᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ﹕ [ᶜᵘʳʳᵉᶰᵗ] ᴴᵉᶜᵃ⋅ [ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ] ᴰᵘᶰᵈᵉᵉ⋅
ᴿᵒᶫᵉ﹕ ᴹᵒᶰᵉʸᶫᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ⁻ᶜᵒʳᵉ ʰᵃᶰᵈᶫᵉʳ⋅
ᴼᵛᵉʳᵃᶫᶫ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃᶫᶦᵗʸ﹕
ᴬ ʸᵒᵘᶰᵍ ʷᵒᵐᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᵐᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ʸᵉᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᵇᶫᵃᶻᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵒᵘᶫ⋅ ˢʰᵃʳᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᶠᵃᶦᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ᵏᶦᶰ ʰᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ᑫᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵇᵉᶫᶫᶦᵒᵘˢ ⁽ᵃᶫᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵒʳᵒᵘᵍʰᶫʸ ˢᵘᵖᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ⁾ ᵐᶦᶰᵈˢᵉᵗ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᶰᵃʳᶜʰᶦᵉˢ ʰᵒᶫᵈᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒʳᵉˢ⋅ ᴸʸᵃʳᶦ, ᶦᶰ ᵃ ᶰᵘᵗˢʰᵉᶫᶫ, ᶦˢ ᵃᶰ ᶦᶰᵈᶦᵛᶦᵈᵘᵃᶫ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵖʳᶦᶰᶜᶦᵖᶫᵉˢ ᵒᶰ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᴵʸᵘʳᵒᶰ ʷᵃˢ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ⋅ ᵀᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʰᵃʳᵐᵒᶰʸ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʳᵃᶰᑫᵘᶦᶫᶦᵗʸ﹔ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᶦᶰᵗᵃᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳᵉˢ' ᵉᶰᵉʳᵍʸ ᵃᶫᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵘᶰʰᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵇᶫᵉ⋅ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᶰ ᵘᶰᶠᵒʳᵗᵘᶰᵃᵗᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶦᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗˢ ⁻ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵃᶜᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷᶦᶰᵍᵈᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵘᶰᵈᵉᵉ⁻ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘᶫ ᵇᵉᶫᶦᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶦᶰᵗᵒ ˢᵏᵉᵖᵗᶦᶜᶦˢᵐ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃᶰ ᵖᵉˢˢᶦᵐᶦˢᵗᶦᶜ ᶫᵃᶜᵉ⋅ ʸᵒᵘ'ᶫᶫ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵘᵉ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ, ᶰᵒʳ ʳᵃᶦˢᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᶰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᶰᵒ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᶫᶦᵗʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⋅ ᴴᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒʸᵃᶫᵗʸ⋅

ˢᵗʳᵃᶦᵍʰᵗᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᶫᵘᶰᵗ, ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃᵈᵒʳᶰᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵈᵉᶫᶦᶜᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵉᶫᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ, ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵃᶰ'ˢ ᵈᵉᵐᵉᵃᶰᵒʳ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵃᶰʸᵒᶰᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ⋅ ᴬ ᵗᵒᶰᵍᵘᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᶫᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʳᵃʳᵉᶫʸ ˢᵃᵛᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵒʳˢᵉᶰᶦᶰᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᶰᵈᶦᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶦᶰᵍ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʳᵘᵉᶫ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᶠ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈᶰ'ᵗ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳ⋅ ᵂᵃʳ, ᵖʳᵉᵈᶦᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ, ᶜʳᶦᵗᶦᶜᶦˢᵐ⁻⁻ ᶜᵒᶰᵛᵉʳˢᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵘˢᵘᵃᶫᶫʸ ᵇʳᵉʷᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˢᶜᵃᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵖᵉʳˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ﹔ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵒᶫᵈˢ ᶰᵒ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶦᶰᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᶰᶜᵉʳᶰˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰˢ⋅ᴬᶫᵃˢ, ʰᵉʳ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ ʳᵉᵛᵒᶫᵛᵉˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᶰ ʷᵉᶫᶫ⁻ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃᶫ ᵃᶠᶠᵃᶦʳˢ﹔ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᶦᶰ ᵃ ˢᵗʳᶦᶜᵗ ˢᶜʰᵉᵈᵘᶫᵉ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵏ ʰᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒʰᶦᵇᶦᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵗᵉᶫʸ ᵏᵉᵉᵖᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᶠᵉᶰᵈ⋅

ʸᵉᵗ, ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵉʳʳᶦᵗᵒʳʸ, ᴸʸᵃʳᶦ ʷᶦᵗʰʰᵒᶫᵈˢ ᶠᶫᵃʷˢ ᵖʳᵒʲᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᶦᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵛᵘᶫᶰᵉʳᵃᵇᶦᶫᶦᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐ ⁻ʳᵉᶫᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉᶫʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶦᶰᵍ, ᶠᵒʳ ˢʰᵉ ʷᶦˢʰᵉˢ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶫᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᶠᵃᶦʳ ᵃʳᵈᵘᵒᵘˢ ᶫᵃᵇᵒʳ⁻⋅ ᵂᶦᶫᶫ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʳᶦˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵃᶰ ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘᶰᶦᵗʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ, ˢʰᵉ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᶰᵒᵗ ʰᵉˢᶦᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ⋅ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ ʰᵉʳ ᶦᶰᶜᵒᶰˢᵉᑫᵘᵉᶰᵗᶦᵃᶫ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶫᶦᵉᵛᵉˢ, ˢʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈᶰ'ᵗ ᵈᶦˢᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃᶜᶜᵘˢᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ⋅ ᴴᵒʷ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈᶰ'ᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶫᵒᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃᶦᶫᵘʳᵉ﹖ ᵀᵒ ᵇᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉᶰ ᶦᶰᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᶰˢᶦᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ʷʰᵉᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ﹖ ᵀʰᵘˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗᵉˢᵗ ʷᵉᵃᵏᶰᵉˢˢ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ⋅
ᴾʰʸˢᶦᶜᵃᶫ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗᶦᵒᶰ﹕

ᴸʸᵃʳᶦᵃ, ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵐᵉʳᵉ ⁵'⁶" ᶠᵉᵉᵗ, ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᶫᶦᵐ, ᵐᵉˢᵒᵐᵒʳᵖʰ ᶠᶦᵍᵘʳᵉ⋅ ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵃᶰ'ˢ ˢᶫᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ ᶠʳᵃᵐᵉ ᵈᵉᶫᶦᵛᵉʳˢ ᵉᶫᵉᵍᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᶦᶰ ˢᵗᵃᶰᶜᵉ﹔ ᶰᵃʳʳᵒʷ ˢʰᵒᵘᶫᵈᵉʳˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃ ᶫᶦᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᶦˢᵗ, ʰᵉʳ ˢᵖᶦᶰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶫᶦᵍʰᵗᵉˢᵗ⋅ ᴴᵉʳ ˢᵏᶦᶰ, ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃᶫᵉ, ʳᵉᵃˢˢᵉᵐᵇᶫᵉˢ ᵖᵒʳᶜᵉᶫᵃᶦᶰ ᵈᵉᶫᶦᶜᵃᶜʸ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏᵉᶰᵉᵈ ᵈᵘᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᴴᵉᶜᵃᶰ ʰᵉʳᶦᵗᵃᵍᵉ⋅ ˢʰᵉ, ˢᶦᵐᶦᶫᵃʳᶫʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵃᶜᵉ, ʰᵃˢ ᶰᵃᵗᵘʳᵃᶫ ᵐᵃʳᵏᶦᶰᵍˢ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵖᵒʳᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ⋅ ᴴᵉʳˢ ᶜᵒᶰˢᶦˢᵗ ᵒᶰ ʳᵉᵈ ˢᵗʳᶦᵖᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵛᵃʳᶦᵒᵘˢ ˢᶦᶻᵉˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵉᵛᶦᵈᵉᶰᵗ ᵒᶰᵉˢ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉᶰᵗ ᵒᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ⋅ ᴴᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵍᶫᵃᶜᶦᵃᶫ ᵇᶫᵘᵉ, ᵐᵃᶰʸ ˢᵗᵃᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷᶦᵗᶰᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵍᶫᵒʷ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᶰᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵃ ᶠᵘᶰᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰᵃᶫ ᶜᵒʳᵉ ⁻ᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶫʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵖᵉʳᶦˢʰᵉᵈ, ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ˢᵐᵃᶫᶫ ʳᵉˢᶦᵈᵘᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵖʳᵉᵛᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦᶰ⁻⋅ ᴴᵉʳ ʰᵃᶦʳ, ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᶦᶰ ᵃ ᶫᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ˢʰᵒᵘᶫᵈᵉʳˢ, ᶦˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃʸᶦˢʰ ᵇʳᵒʷᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᶦᶫᵏʸ⁻ᶫᶦᵏᵉ, ᵃᶫᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵃᶦᶰˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵏ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵉʳ ᶜᵃʳᵉ⋅

ᴾʳᵒ/ᴬᶰᵗᶦ⁻ʷᵃʳ﹕

ᴰᵉᶠᶦᶰᶦᵗᶦᵛᵉᶫʸ ᵃᶰᵗᶦ⁻ʷᵃʳ⋅ ᴸʸʳᶦᵃ ʰᵃˢ ᵏᶰᵒʷᶫᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵃᶫ ᵃᶫᶫᶦᵃᶰᶜᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵉᶫᶦᶜᵃᵗᵉ ʳᵉᶫᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰˢʰᶦᵖˢ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᶰᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ᵃʳᵉ, ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃˢ ʷᵉᶫᶫ ᶦˢ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒʷ ʳᵃᵛᵃᵍᶦᶰᵍ ᵃ ᶜᵒᶰᶠᶫᶦᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵈᶦᵐᵉᶰˢᶦᵒᶰˢ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᴵʸᵘʳᵒᶰ⋅ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵏᶦᶰᵍᵈᵒᵐ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᶠᵃᶫᶫ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ʳᵉᶫᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˢ ʷᵉᶫᶫ⋅ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᶰᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ʷᵃʳ ᵃˢ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ʳᵉᵖᵉʳᶜᵘˢˢᶦᵒᶰˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗˢ ᴵʸᵘʳᵒᶰ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ⋅
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Name & Title
His Grace Viscount Caius Cunaris, Marshal of His Majesty's Armies and Grand Master of the Most Exhaled Order of Yanos' Temple. ​

Age
29

Species
Human

Gender
Male

Nation
Gisal

Role
Marshal , Viscount of Antar

Overall personality​

Viscount Caius is almost the polar opposite of King Reyner which is why the friendship between the two is perplexing to the nobility of the land . Brash , cocky and a bit of a loudmouth Caius has always been one to speak his mind no matter the consequences , to many he is a young upstart whom the king misguidedly favors while to others he is part of that rare breed in the nobility that still values honor and loyalty. As a veteran of many battles Caius has come to be loved by the people and fighting men alike , his victories during the siege of Sost and the ambush at Carabod helped the king hold on to his crown and ensured a speedy victory against the pretender Queen of Alaral.

Whatever his personal flaws it is no question that Caius is one of the most talented if not Influential military figures in all Iyuron who has gained the trust of his men-at-arms and whom the king is probably glad to have by his side.

The Viscountcy of Antar​

The Viscountcy of Antar was a fairly new title to begin with in fact so far the title has only been conferred to one man - Caius Cunaris. The township of Antar and the lands surrounding were until recently part of the Kings own demesne until it was quite artificially separated and handed over to the now marshal. The township and its surroundings before Caius came along was just some blot on a map but under the Viceroy the region has gained a reputation for the caliber of its soldiery, especially its cavalry , some say that the air in Antar now smells only of horse manure and sweat.

Pro/Anti war​

War is a soldier's trade , of course Caius is not blind to the death and destruction that war brings but as far as he is concerned what are a few lives in exchange for the glory of victory on the battlefield.

Brief History​

Early Life
Born the first son of a proud but impoverished household of Knights Caius was taught from an early age of the Chivalric code a code of conduct by which one was to live life as a knight lessons in bravery , compassion and above all faith were engraved in him and although he would not prove to be a perfect embodiment of these virtues it did have a lasting effect on him. The Cunaris fief was small barely enough to feed the family , so Caius' father would have to turn to Tourney's and Jousts as a means of earning some extra coin .It was here in the Jousting grounds that Caius got his first glimpse of battle as his fathers squire.

Under The Order
Upon coming of age Caius along with his father took part in tourneys across Gisal with time gaining the reputation of a fierce fighter it was this reputation of his that got him in touch with the order of Ynos' temple , the order was first created by King Aevar Darkash as a group of warrior knights dedicated to the service their king and Ynos himself ever since then members of the order have played an important role in the politics of Gisal with members of the order often holding high office. Caius was offered membership in the order as a Companion and it didn't take him long to rise up the ranks.

While in the Order another opportunity presented itself , there had been peasant rebellion in the province of Derria that required immediate attention however most of the commanders at the time were indisposed and couldn't muster arms in the region fast enough , so the king turned to the order who in turn placed Caius in charge of a small but well equipped force of 600 men and asked him to put down the rebellion , the swiftness with which Derrida was suppressed and the brutality with which the leaders of the revolt were treated would permanently place Caius under the watchful eyes of the King.

The War Of Succession
By the time the war of succession had broken out Caius had already proved himself as a competent general gaining the Viscountcy of Antar in the process however it was his actions during the war that made King Reyner grant him the title of Marshal. The War essentially culminated in two major battles and a siege assault , the first battle took place in the fertile plains in the east however Caius didn't take part in the battle for he had suspected rightly that the Queen would focus all of her attention on taking the Capital and that the force in the east was just a distraction. Caius' decided to entrench his army in a forested region near the town of Carabod which was the fastest rout to the capital preparing for an ambush . In the battle that commenced the Queens army consisting of mostly mercenaries broke and fled utterly defeated.

In a last ditch effort to regain some territory the Queen rallied what was left of her army and took the castle of Sost in the south but here too Claudius came with his army , after a brief siege seeing that the men inside were weak and tired Claudius ordered an assault on the walls and himself lead the forlorn hope. Three things happened that day , Sost was reclaimed the Queen fled and the war was won. As a reward for his efforts in the battlefield King Reyner made Caius the Marshal of Gisal a title that he gladly accepted.

Physical description​

Caius is by all accounts a good looking man towering above other men in size and stature , he is known to have flowing dark hair which is highly unconventional as In Gisal having short hair is seen as a sign of civility and is something that is adhered to by most of the nobility . Caius also sports a slight stubble which is probably a result of laziness rather than any attempt to grow a beard.

 

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Raia Lyrion

Q U O T E

"The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand."

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Raia is a woman that values loyalty above all else. On the surface Raia comes off as cold, calculating and one who has a heart of ice. This would be a proper first impression of Raia, however it would do no justice to the woman that she is. To those closest to her, Raia is a woman of great warmth and animation that loves to be around others. She calls herself "two-toned" for the two different impressions people can get from her. When Raia has to attend Court as the Chamberlain or meet with other Dukes of Gisal she tends to take on the former personality of being distant so as to more easily evaluate the situation rather than let emotions cloud her judgment.

The civil war seven years ago was one that really tested Raia, she had sentiments to back the Princess but instead backed the then Prince Reyner who has since become King. Raia hesitated to bring her Duchy into the civil war, refusing to take sides for several months until she and her council could no longer sit by the side lines. Some of her detractors would call Raia an opportunist, having only joined the war when she believed the Prince could win and thus curry favor with the future King. Needless to say that her talents, charisma and the backing of her duchy certainly did help. For her assistance and her cunning King Reyner has since made Raia the Chamberlain of Gisal, a position Raia fully intends to utilize to gain more power for herself while attempting to ensure the survival of the realm.

B R I E F - H I S T O R Y

Raia is the eldest of three girls born to the now late Duke Atos II Lyrion and his wife the Duchess Roselynn. Being the eldest daughter with the absence of a brother meant that from the time that her mother not long after having her youngest sister that her father confirmed Raia as his designated heir. From that moment on Raia was given the best possible education and learned the skills necessary to lead Ressylon.

Throughout her life Raia has had to deal with those who believe a woman should not run the Duchy, least not in her own right. The prosperity they have enjoyed, the overall increase in her own vassal's power and wealth along with the betterment of the average person's life has certainly done quite a lot to dispel those that would say women are not capable of leading. Her position as Chamberlain for the Royal Court of Gisal has also done well to enhance her standing among many of the other vassals.

During the Civil War some years back, Raia adopted a wait and see mentality as she preferred not to involve herself or her duchy if the war was quick. Best to not make enemies by picking sides than to make enemies of the eventual victor. Persuasion by some of her lesser vassals and by her husband certainly helped Raia choose to support Prince Reyner. This paid off quite well as she became the Chamberlain following the war.

Raia now has a sixteen year old son named Caden, a fourteen year old daughter Livia and a ten year old son named Marius. Her husband however died in the civil war fighting on behalf of the King against Reyner's sister. The death of her husband has certainly left a lasting impact on the Duchess of Ressylon.

D A T A

Name: Raia Lyrion
Age: 41
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Nation: Gisal
Occupation: Duchess of Ressylon, Chamberlain of Gisal
Stance: Publicly Anti-War, privately Pro-War

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[Raku]

Whatever you need done I can do. The only question is, how much is the pay? Tari Murlocke

Name : Tari Murlocke
Age : 31
Species : Beast-kin
Gender : Male
Nation : He's a free agent, serves whoever pays him.

Role : Mercenary. You pay him, he does it.

Overall personality : Tari is your typical comic relief with a sinister sense of humor. If there's one thing he loves more than getting paid, it's getting paid to hurt people. Hell, he enjoys hurting people in general. When it comes down to business he is completely serious. Despite it being a somewhat easy job to do, he takes it as much more. He knows that he could be serving Dothia and making a few friends, then he is given an offer from someone else for more money. Then he'd have to fight his friends. This has also lead him to keep himself distant, not letting anyone get close. Tari also prides himself on versatility. Why be a one trick pony? Just train to be to good at most things. And just a warning, don't stick him to the beast-kin stereotype unless you want to loose something.

Pro/Anti war : Well, he basically gets paid to fight and do all these other acts of violence. Yep, he's pro war, it's his source of income. He stands, for the most part, neutral about who he fights with. It all depends on the pay.

Picture/physical description : Tari stands tall at 6'3" and sports a very muscular build, weighing in at 245 lbs. His fur is a deep grey color with it transitioning to a lighter grey on the inside of his chest and neck. Tari usually wears a decently thick leather shirt as well as black cloth cape. On the lowers he wears decently thick cloth pants that are torn slightly more than half way down. He commonly has a shield on his back as well as two short swords in sheaths at his sides. His equipment is subject to change depending on the mission.

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[Fenris]

Elion Hesperax
Age: 26
Species: Elf
Gender: Male
Nation: Heca
Role: King​

Personality: Despite being young by the measure of his people, Elion displays a stoic calm only seldom allowing the facade to crack. The responsibility of having been settled with the mantle of leadership before his time weighs heavily on Elion, occasionally bringing to bear a haughty or distant demeanor to hide his inexperience . Before the kings demise the young elf had spent his time removed from court, studying the magical arts, playing a hand of cards or chasing skirts when able.

Elion's world view still reflects much of his classical upbringing, though a healthy does of curiosity keeps him from flatly dismissing others opinions or shunning the company of those possessing less than noble bloodlines. Having been pulled from the studies the magical arts still hold a fascinating sway over Heca's young king and are one of the few pleasures he continues to indulge after his ascent.

While he has been instructed in traditional swordplay as is custom and certainly harbors pride for the metal craftsmanship of his countrymen, Elion is used to a comfortable life and will generally avoid physically exerting himself or wearing heavy armor when there is nothing to be gained.

Pro War: Elion is neither stupid nor cruel but young; too young to recall the frozen rebellion or fully understand the trappings of war. Instead his absolute belief in the realm forged by his fore bearers and need to prove worthy of the throne make a grand military campaign tempting. He is willing to sacrifice the peace given a favorable opportunity to expand Heca's influence.

Physical Description: Elion sports a lean figure typical for his kin and amber eyes prevalent to his bloodline. While his skin is a little darker then most elves it still contrasts with the flowing raven black hair only tamed for formal occasions. While he does not wear gaudy jewelry it is unusual to see him not in possession of at least a few pieces displaying the exquisite metalworking his domain is famed for.

 

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[ D E S C R I P T I O N ]
N A M E: Sylvester Faenys A G E: Twenty-seven years old S P E C I E S: Coreian G E N D E R: Cisgender Male
N A T I O N: ... R O L E: ... P R O / A N T I W A R: ...
P E R S O N A L I T Y: ...

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[Melon Bomb]

Eli Bryndamere

Age: 33

Species: Half-Elf

Gender: Transgender Male

Nation: Dabia

Role: Marquess

Personality: Eli is dramatic and fun-loving, taking strides to lighten the mood if things are feeling too gloomy. He believes that there is good in the heart of every person but is not naive, recognizing a bad seed when he sees one - however, if he feels it is within his power, he will try to guide them down the right path, even if it is at his own expense. He has experienced dark times in his own life, though he tries to forget them. Sometimes they resurface, but he tries not to let it bring him down.

Past grievances aside, he loves challenging authority when they overstep their boundaries just as much as he loves to make acquaintances and enjoy relaxing dinner dates with said authority, given that they haven't decided to permanently cease contact and throw eggs at his house for being a pompous windbag.

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Born as 'Elizabeth Byrndamere,' he was the daughter to a long bloodline of revered summoners and spell casters. He showed great potential in his youth, but could never seem to reach that critical point that would allow him to succeed his brethren. His concentration fell to subpar levels even among his peers, and his mother and father were befuddled as to why that might be. Later, he would discover the true reason for his lack of focus - something that his parents saw as a wholly unwelcome change. They refused to let him explore his true potential now that his mind was at ease, but he did not let them get in the way of his ambitions.

Pro/Anti War: Eli is very strongly anti-war and will go to great lengths to ease tensions whenever possible. He believes that, given the chance, war can be circumvented if the right pieces are played at the right time.​