Fantasy The Cruel King's Court Character Sheet

[Coyote]

The King eyes you severely, as if stripping you bare until you were nothing but flesh and bones...​

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"Step forward into the light. Let me look upon thy face."

(Appearance)

"Hmm... suitable. And by what name do you forefathers call you?"

(Name)

He narrows his eyes, recalling something in his mind as you mention your name.
"Very well..." he looks upon you more wholly now. "What shall you be to me? How shall you serve?"
He holds his foot out expectantly, waiting for your to kiss it.

(Position)

"Do you love anyone other than me?"

(Family, friends, romantic interests, sexuality)

He taps his fingers impatiently in silence. For a moment, his upper lip pulls back as if to snarl.
If you did love anyone else, he was jealous of it. If you didn't, he suspected you of lying.
"Tell me then, from where do you hail? What brings you to kiss my feet like so?"

(Backstory)

"Step away now," he retracts his foot as if recoiling from a puddle of mud.
"Have you any skills or talents you indulge in?"

(Hobbies or additional talents)

He leans forward. You've gotten his interest and now he was eyeing you with an increasingly piercing gaze.
"What do you fear most of all?"

(Fears)

The ends of his lips curl, as if relishing in the music terror brought.
"And if I asked you to die for me, would you?"

(Unalive?)

He watches you for some time before leaning back once more, seemingly finished with his fun.
"Very well. Have you anything left to say?"

(Miscellaneous)

King Leopold glances at you before looking off towards a guard, as if bored by your words.
"Yes, yes, thank you. You may go. Consider yourself under my servitude. Go and be merry. Bring in the next guest!"

 

[Doomyfish23]

The King eyes you severely, as if stripping you bare until you were nothing but flesh and bones...​

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"Step forward into the light. Let me look upon thy face."



"Hmm... suitable. And by what name do you forefathers call you?"

“I am Called Yugnal Greykin, of the twin titan tribes.”

He narrows his eyes, recalling something in his mind as you mention your name.
"Very well..." he looks upon you more wholly now. "What shall you be to me? How shall you serve?"
He holds his foot out expectantly, waiting for your to kiss it.

Dropping surprisingly fast for one his size he kisses the foot as if a sailor touching land for the first time in years. Moments later a serious look washes over his face. “I Shall Be a Shield of Steel and Flesh that stands itself between his majesty and those who wish him harm, Likewise i will be the Hammer of Bone and Iron that drives his majesties foes into the ground. Since a lad i have been trained solely for this purpose…I WILL NOT FAIL!!!” the last four words came with thunderous volume and an undeniable passion.

"Do you love anyone other than me?"

“My parents, though they are dead…i suppose there is also my Master…but they likewise love you your excellence. Worry not, they are but stars and the moon. You are the sun which illuminates my life’s purpose.”

He taps his fingers impatiently in silence. For a moment, his upper lip pulls back as if to snarl.
If you did love anyone else, he was jealous of it. If you didn't, he suspected you of lying.
"Tell me then, from where do you hail? What brings you to kiss my feet like so?"

“I dont remember much to be honest your majesty. I was born within your nations borders. Yet my parents were foreigners and they had stirred the ire of the locals with their differences.” He seemed to shift uncomfortably for a moment continuing. “turns out i was likewise hated, yet i was less civilized than my parents, thus the townsfolk could not stop me.” He took a deep breath and seemed to have a bad taste in his mouth. “fortunately your majesties monster hunters were able to stop me before i did something i would have regretted, doubly fortunate was i that their commander, my master, would see potential in me. He trained me for the purpose of being your Personal warrior your majesty. After my training i am here to fulfill my redemptions price.”

"Step away now," he retracts his foot as if recoiling from a puddle of mud.
"Have you any skills or talents you indulge in?"

A sinister grin spreads across The Giants face, “You will Find none Stronger in all your nation your majesty. I am a particularly talented swordsman…or so i am told. My master said my Slinging arm is one of the most deadly things he had ever seen. To date, ive met no shield, blade, or armor that could withstand more than one heavy blow from my own.” He tapped the axe at his hip which was more of a Battleaxe than the Hatchet it seemed on his person. “Oh! I can also Speak Orcish, Giantkin, And Common. And uhhh i know twenty nine ways to prepare wild boar.”

He leans forward. You've gotten his interest and now he was eyeing you with an increasingly piercing gaze.
"What do you fear most of all?"

Yugnals eyes would widen as he pondered for longer than most before he blurted out…”Poisons your majesty…i don’t really know how to stop them and they are scary with how many they kill. I mean theres like what six different kinds that can kill? Thats way too many threats.”

The ends of his lips curl, as if relishing in the music terror brought.
"And if I asked you to die for me, would you?"

The giant would nod assuredly while pulling his axe from his hip and placing the pointed tip on the back right over his heart. “Merely utter the word and i shall fall upon my blade, or any blade for that matter. To live as a Bonded warrior, is to give your life to another. It has little value beyond what you deem necessary my lord.” He would leave the axe in its position until told otherwise.

He watches you for some time before leaning back once more, seemingly finished with his fun.
"Very well. Have you anything left to say?"

sheathing his axe he would respond with a Gilded Blades salute. “Only an expression of gratitude to your majesty. Your kindness has made a man out of a Monster, I owe you all that i am.”

King Leopold glances at you before looking off towards a guard, as if bored by your words.
"Yes, yes, thank you. You may go. Consider yourself under my servitude. Go and be merry. Bring in the next guest!"

 

[606]

The King eyes you severely, as if stripping you bare until you were nothing but flesh and bones...​

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"Step forward into the light. Let me look upon thy face."

"Hmm... suitable. And by what name do your forefathers call you?"

“Lady Galilea Rue Evelyn Aryes Your Highness,” she replied softly, giving a deep and precise courtesy, eyes never leaving the ground. She knew her place, and it was clear that she knew that, but it didn’t mean Galilea thought less of herself, an air of calmness and confidence but not overbearing. Enough to not be talked over, to be respected at least.

He narrows his eyes, recalling something in his mind as you mention your name.
"Very well..." he looks upon you more wholly now. "What shall you be to me? How shall you serve?"
He holds his foot out expectantly, waiting for you to kiss it.

She dropped to the floor, graceful in her movements as Galilea bent down and gently placed a kiss on the foot before answering the question, her eyes had yet to meet his own. “I would humbly accept the role of Chief of the Court Your Highness. No one will be a foot out of line, and you will not have to be troubled by other nobility that you do not wish to. Those who serve you will complete their task to absolute perfect under my careful watch, as you have an image and appear to uphold. You are far too important to deal with those below you and that is where I, will be your bridge,” she said softly.

"Do you love anyone other than me?"

She would have paused for a moment before shaking her head, not moving from the ground.

“Nay, I have not yet found anyone, though my father has tried to bring me many suitors. I however find my loyalty to you Your Highness, to come first.” She started, thinking for a moment.

“Yet, you could consider me as a potential prospect to various suitors for your gain. Any man or woman you see fit for me, I shall happily be betrothed to, to help connect lands and names through such marriage.”

He taps his fingers impatiently in silence. For a moment, his upper lip pulls back as if to snarl.
If you did love anyone else, he was jealous of it. If you didn't, he suspected you of lying.
"Tell me then, from where do you hail? What brings you to kiss my feet like so?"

"My father, Baron Callum Aryes, is a merchant whose family has always been loyal followers of Your Highness. From this very capital that we stand in is where I have been raised my whole life, learning of Your Highness' greatness and familiar with many other nobility," she said only now daring to glance up for a moment before looking back down to the ground. She was from this very area and knew the people around as well as those who hail from other places, with her father's connections. "Because of my father, I also have connections outside of our great kingdom, such as which through my mother, the Baroness, who hailed from foreign lands, and made her new home here."

"Step away now," he retracts his foot as if recoiling from a puddle of mud.
"Have you any skills or talents you indulge in?"

Galilea would stand up quickly, taking a few steps backwards and dusting off her dress which now at a closer inspection would show the wealth that her family has obtained, fine materials and jewels that weren't native to the area that complemented her unusual bright red hair. "I am well versed in many languages Your Highness. That is one of the greater skills I humbly bring to your aid. I also have your usual skills in music and dance. My father took great care in educating me as well in the history of many places and my mother taught me skills of reading and having a watchful eye. More than anything, I have learned that one must be silent and observe to gain the most information, especially at large events, and know many rumors of your court. You say the world, and they are yours."

He leans forward. You've gotten his interest and now he was eyeing you with an increasingly piercing gaze.
"What do you fear most of all?"

She would take longer to think than the other questions. Of course, she could state smaller fears like bugs or tight spaces yet those were mostly just out of inconvenience than actual fears.

"Betrayal, Your Highness, or the unknown. I have prided myself on knowing and being able to guess what is to happen, but not knowing or having someone turn on me when I wasn't expecting it, that is what I fear the most."

The ends of his lips curl as if relishing in the music terror brought.
"And if I asked you to die for me, would you?"

For a moment there was a look of shock in her eyes as if she wasn't fully prepared for such a question. Yet seconds later, as if she had come to terms with such an idea, she bowed her head. "If it is your wish, then let it be so."

He watches you for some time before leaning back once more, seemingly finished with his fun.
"Very well. Have you anything left to say?"

"I am humbled to be in your presence. I hope my knowledge and skills will be of aid to you and others I shall be working alongside. I am not much of a fighter but more suited for gatherin' intel than anything, after all, not many would expect a lady to be eavesdropping."

King Leopold glances at you before looking off towards a guard as if bored by your words.
"Yes, yes, thank you. You may go. Consider yourself under my servitude. Go and be merry. Bring in the next guest!"

 

[Ghostiiys]

The King eyes you severely, as if stripping you bare until you were nothing but flesh and bones...​

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"Step forward into the light. Let me look upon thy face."



"Hmm... suitable. And by what name do your forefathers call you?"

Seraphina De Noir

He narrows his eyes, recalling something in his mind as you mention your name.
"Very well..." he looks upon you more wholly now. "What shall you be to me? How shall you serve?"
He holds his foot out expectantly, waiting for your to kiss it.

"Your Majesty," Seraphina replied before swiftly kneeling, and placing her lips on the king's foot, delicately as to not smear his fine wears. "I shall be your shield against the shadows, your eyes in the darkness, and your voice in the silence. I shall serve as your Master of Secrets, ensuring that no whisper of treachery or dissent reaches your ears unbidden."

"I shall wield knowledge as my weapon, loyalty as my armor, and discretion as my cloak. I shall be the unseen guardian of your throne, the silent sentinel of your realm."

"Do you love anyone other than me?"

"The concept of love is a fleeting sentiment, your Majesty. My loyalty to you transcends mere affection. I am bound to you by an oath of unwavering allegiance, and not by a human emotion that is conditional." Her lips curled into a faint sardonic smile at the thought of love. All Seraphina was to be was his Majesty's devoted servant.

He taps his fingers impatiently in silence. For a moment, his upper lip pulls back as if to snarl.
If you did love anyone else, he was jealous of it. If you didn't, he suspected you of lying.

"Tell me then, from where do you hail? What brings you to kiss my feet like so?"

"My origins.." Seraphina stayed silent for a moment, before speaking. "I was but an orphan. My parents were peasants who died when I was a mere babe." Seraphina's voice softened slightly, a hint of melancholy flickering in her icy depths.

"I was taken in by Duke Nicholas Oberon, seeing as he was without a child due to his late wife who had passed from trying to give birth to their child." Her eyes were still cast on the ground while she continued to tell her tale. "In his moment of weakness, he raised me , and Under the weight of his Iron fist my spirit was hardened and trained for the harsh reality of my existence."

"Luckily for Duke Nicholas, his new wife has produced plenty of children he can call his Heir. And I have become a shining example of what happens when you hone a child to become an unyielding force."

"Step away now," he retracts his foot as if recoiling from a puddle of mud.
"Have you any skills or talents you indulge in?"

Seraphina slowly rose with unwavering grace, her eyes still staring at the ground. She did not deserve to steal a glance at his majesty. "I am an avid chess player, I thoroughly enjoy the intricate strategies and cunning maneuvers both I and my opponent make." She paused before continuing. "I am a fencing prodigy, my movements as swift and deadly. And when the day is done I seek solace in the melodies of my vielle."
"As to not bore Your Majesty, I have been trained in all ways of intelligence gathering, such as espionage, codebreaking, and interrogation. "

He leans forward. You've gotten his interest and now he was eyeing you with an increasingly piercing gaze.
"What do you fear most of all?"

"Fear.." The air went still as Seraphina stopped in her tracks, thinking of a way to answer her King. "an emotion that has no place in the heart of one who has dedicated their existence to power and dominion."

"I fear no ordinary man, no weapon, no mortal peril. I fear only the loss of my influence and the erosion of my power, but mostly I fear you, my king, for only you have the power to take these things I treasure away. That is worse than death"

The ends of his lips curl as if relishing in the music terror brought.
"And if I asked you to die for me, would you?"

Seraphina's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression hardening into a mask of icy resolve. "I am your servant. If you command me to die... I do so without hesitation, without question."
"My life is yours to expend as you see fit."

He watches you for some time before leaning back once more, seemingly finished with his fun.
"Very well. Have you anything left to say?"

Seraphina stood tall , the only time she gazed into the eyes of the man who held her life in his hands. Her piercing yellow eyes almost reflecting light. "Your Majesty, I am at your service. Command me, and I shall obey."

King Leopold glances at you before looking off towards a guard, as if bored by your words.
"Yes, yes, thank you. You may go. Consider yourself under my servitude. Go and be merry. Bring in the next guest!

 

[L0ck0n]

"Step forward into the light. Let me look upon thy face."

Vincent stood still to keep from doing anything that would sway the Kings mood. He was particularly good at standing steady; ready, should anything happen at any given moment.

"Hmm... suitable. And by what name do you forefathers call you?"

"Vincent Alixandre of House Callisto, your Majesty..." Vince spoke with a calm, but booming stern tone.

He narrows his eyes, recalling something in his mind as you mention your name.
"Very well..." he looks upon you more wholly now. "What shall you be to me? How shall you serve?"
He holds his foot out expectantly, waiting for your to kiss it.

Before explaining the position he held in the kings court Vincent swiftly stepped forward to kiss the Kings foot. Gracefully, without putting much pressure Vincent lingered for exactly 5 seconds before pulling back posthaste to answer the King's questions. "I am the head of your military powress, and the voice that commands every piece of Essetaria and beyond," he paused so as the king could take in what his position was to be. "In Your Majesty's name."

"Do you love anyone other than me?"

There was nothing a sovergn hated more than their subjects loving anyone other than them, and their country. However, it may have also been a tricky question to which Vincent felt he knew how to respond. "Loving in itself is to provide a feeling unconditionally to anyone and everyone, without prejudice. Forgive me Your Majesty, but I do not love only you." Vincent quickly bowed his head as if to ask the heavens for forgiveness. "I love Essetaria, it's people, and it's future." Wrong. He loved his one and only above all else, but alas, she was gone. Therefore, all he could do was quietly heal the lands in her name in his heart. "With that, I also love you, who has provided the country with Long Healing, and provides me with the tools to lead in your honor."

He taps his fingers impatiently in silence. For a moment, his upper lip pulls back as if to snarl.
If you did love anyone else, he was jealous of it. If you didn't, he suspected you of lying.
"Tell me then, from where do you hail? What brings you to kiss my feet like so?"

Vincent wasted no time in answering the Kings questions. "I am a native of this country. My predecessors fought, and protected this land with their lives. I have also sacrificed, and offered my life to this nation during the war." He paused to consider the entirety of the life he has lived. Though certain things in his life were uncontrollable, there were moments where he felt the heavens provided gifts. Though those gifts were taken away, only providing a fraction of what true happiness seemed to be, Vincent was grateful he was able to experience it. However, those moments could never be told to the King as it would only anger him. Onto the next question: Why was he here? "As for why I am here," He bowed once again. "You give my life meaning. My talents would amount to nothing if not to dedicate these efforts to your cause, your Majesty."

"Step away now," he retracts his foot as if recoiling from a puddle of mud.
"Have you any skills or talents you indulge in?"

"Yes, I currently am one of the best swordsman in the country, if not the best behind his Majesty. As my skills are strong in combat my wit is sharp. I am fluent in multiple languages, and have studied our neighboring countries cultures well. I've gone abroad numerous times, and have a knack for learning quickly. I have managed my vassal houses for decades and have led gatherings when distress is rampant. And, despite how I look books are one of my leisurely pleasures." He continued to stay monotone, but threw in a hint of humor at his own characters expense. If not anything else, self depreciation was a good ice breaker. Though, it was up to each person whether the humor was actually funny.

He leans forward. You've gotten his interest and now he was eyeing you with an increasingly piercing gaze.
"What do you fear most of all?"

Taking in the question for a moment, Vincent went through a few different way to answer it in his head. This meeting had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with how the King would view them in his eyes. He had been careful where to place his lies thus far as Leopold was no idiot, far from it actually. Those that thought so were in for an interesting reality check. Sucking up to the King was a sure way to end up at the bottom of the hierarchy, and coming off naive and blindly driven would only mean he trusted you less. Stopping to consider the question wasn't a bad idea in this case as it was coming off as nervous, or reluctant to even answer. "My worst fear is dying in vain, your Majesty..." He paused to let the words sink in. "The war could have ended sooner than it did, and by the grace of the heavens you arrived. But, knowing that my life would have meant nothing if I was to die in the Esseti-Asman War is frightening."

The ends of his lips curl, as if relishing in the music terror brought.
"And if I asked you to die for me, would you?"

"Your Majesty," He looked straight into the eyes of the King. "Once again forgive me, but I will live for you. By that, I am not saying you need me by any means, but everything I have is to benefit your cause."

He watches you for some time before leaning back once more, seemingly finished with his fun.
"Very well. Have you anything left to say?"

"No, your Majesty."

King Leopold glances at you before looking off towards a guard, as if bored by your words.
"Yes, yes, thank you. You may go. Consider yourself under my servitude. Go and be merry. Bring in the next guest!"