Fantasy The King's Court (A Medieval Fantasy) - CS

[idalie]

Character Sheets​

The Royal Family
King Richard Thiputian - At 67 years of age, he is deemed one of the longest reigning monarchs. [Taken by idalie ]
Queen Margaret Thiputian - Deceased before the war, suffering a cardiac arrest related to stress and weak heart at age 58. [Unplayable]
Crown Prince - 41 years of age, unmarried. Incredibly focused on his military career, the Crown Prince has been fighting on the front lines; against his fathers wishes. Excellent at strategy and well-loved. Unheard of from his current position. [NPC]
Eldest Princess - 34, married off to secure relations. [Unplayable]
Youngest Princess - 23, unmarried yet is seen far more as an object of trade by her father. [OPEN]
Cripple Prince - 21. He was a miracle birth yet unwanted. Suffering from a less aggressive form of Osteogenesis Imperfecta, meaning his legs are "as soft as cartilage". He cannot walk and is looked down upon by the family. [OPEN]

Bastard Children of King Richard
(1) Illegitimate Son - 34, years of age. Acknowledged by the King who paid for his education and has a place within the court. [Taken by MiracleGrazer ]
(2) Illegitimate Son - Newborn, unknown by the royal family/King. Not presented. [NPC]
Illegitimate Daughter - 18, ignored by the King after the child's gender became apparent. Her mother, a lowly daughter of a Knight, was ejected from the court. [Taken by Eshspoyeofdoom ]

Positions in the Court, military, and peasantry are all open for free expression!!​

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Spoiler: How it Works

Magick is another word for transformation, creation, and manifestation. Thus magick is a tool used to act on the subtle energy of reality.

This magic cannot produce lightning bolts or fireballs but is all about influence. Magic does not come from within, it is channelled from various sources.

Necromancers/Occultists will channel lifeforce of other beings, with blood sacrifice and other such things. They can perform strong Voodoo (puppeteering through complicated ritual which needs 4 aspects of the person they want to possess - hair, blood, breath, and something precious to the victim), hexes, curses, and sickness. Yet, necromancers cannot use blessings nor be given them. They can also train in telekinesis - this cannot lift anything over a certain weight and size (to avoid any daft boulder throwing).

The Green Mages are barefoot (they MUST be barefoot in order to cast anything), channelling the energies of the earth itself to grow crops, heal maladies, and adeptly unlock magical potential in plants. These people can oddly enough, both bless and curse yet not severely on either end. They can train in telepathy on top of their current skills, talking through minds or sharing images and memories. Can train in seers (Often useless flashes of the future, but occasionally bear warnings of bad harvests etc.)

Clergy Mages are the religious front of magic. They channel energy from the sun and lunar cycles (depending on whether you worship the day or night). They can banish evil with the strongest blessings, and use 'miracles'. Miracles are taxing and often can only be used once in a lifetime. This involves bringing people back from the dead or other things such as curing terminal illnesses etc. They cannot cast hexes or curses/any darker magic. Deal with Mysticism; reading the future. They have Prophets - those who see the immovable events of the future (or at least, rarely adverted).

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OOC: The King's Court (A Medieval Fantasy) - OOC​

 

[idalie]

Height:
5'10"

Weight:
178 lbs

Name:
King Richard Thiputian

Nickname(s):
N/A

Age:
67

Role/Occupation:
Monarch of Meoria

Weapons:
- Sword of the King, used in his prior military years but now seems more of an ornament on his hip.

Magic Type:
N/A

Personality:
The King is an upstanding sort, although in his old age romanticises the past more often than he should. With the loss of his wife, the monarch has turned to Blackbriar heavily. What once was his trusted advisor, has become more of a son and brother in the darker days of rebellions and war. Paranoia and fatigue have set in over the conflict - and as he continues to age, there have been some growing fears over his death; for when the King passes, all his treaties and pacts will become void. Brought up in the glory of the prosperous years, Richard is removed from the peasantry and has little knowledge of what really goes on in his fair Kingdom, believing it not 'his place' to meddle in the affairs of workers. Although once a handsome and healthy young man, his features seem to crumble day by day. Depressed and downtrodden, the King is lost in memories of better days - nodding and shaking his head to council after council.

Background:
Brought up in the echoes of glory King Richard was a handsome and eligible bachelor once upon a time. Raised to lead, he was an avid military man and the pride of his father. A crown prince worth crowning was the phrase. The life of luxury treated him well, marrying a fair Duchess from overseas named Margaret, nine years younger than himself. They'd go on to have a happy marriage, and four children. Yet it was a mutual friendship, not born of love, but a necessity to ensure the survival of their prospective Kingdoms. So, it was only natural that Richard would take his mistresses and Margaret would ignore it. She was there to comfort, produce heirs, and offer advice or guidance. His anchor to stop him from being manipulated or too extravagant. Honest. In a way, he did love her. Far more than any affair.

Whilst Richard chased lovers and scuffles, Margaret was a mother to the children she bore. Her son and daughters, the apple of her eye. Birthing her first child at only 14 (middle ages were gross, ik) Yet then came along the cripple. Richard was inclined to drown the boy, tell the Kingdom it was a stillbirth. Yet Margaret would be the only one to truly care for him within their family. Her boneless child. Legs that would never carry him in a stride like his fathers or brothers. A child Richard would detest for the rest of his days.

The King welcomed his bastard son when it was discovered, only in his forties when he was told the news. Giving the boy education, money, the beginnings of a real life above the workers. But the bastard girl was of no use. The Queen was never fond of these results after his reckless lovemaking. After all, it was her children who should ascend to the throne. No bastard should be alive to plot against them. Nevertheless, Margaret couldn't go against her husband's wishes.

Throughout the war, when Margaret passed, the King lost his rock. So he held onto the only man he'd put limitless trust in to do the job. Blackbriar. The Spymaster solidified his loyalty as he helped bring about the end of the seven-year conflict. Alas, as the civil war began, the King began to dip once more.

Other:
N/A

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(Excuse the teeth (; He's not vampiric)

Height:
6'4"

Weight:
197 lbs

Name:
Lord Spymaster Silas Blackbriar

Nickname(s):
Briar

Age:
35

Role/Occupation:
Spymaster to the Crown

Weapons:
- Courtier Stiletto blade, hidden within the inside of his jacket.
- An 'Arming Sword', the family blade passed down from father to son. One shouldn't test how well the sure the Spymaster's grip is of it; for it's a surprising one.

Magic Type:
N/A

Personality:
Spymaster Blackbriar is a man of many faces. With a cruel, albeit handsome smile he's been known to manipulate and play the devil in a grander scheme of things. A gentleman, a lover, and a sharp-tongued politician - he has a knack for twisting words, necks, and knives. No stranger to playing games, his character is complex through and through. Motivated by a hunger for power, and greed above all else, he'll do anything to win. The aspect of him one should fear most is the fact Silas doesn't have morals, nor rules, and not even a heart. Compassion is a foreign thing, and change seems an alien concept. Of course, even men like him are susceptible to attachment and obsession, but if they get in his way, he has no problem with removing them. Blackbriar doesn't mourn loss, only begins to move forward around the deceased. The game doesn't stop for anyone, not even the dead. Close to the King, he's had to work his way into the top of the court with a noble name and trustworthy facade. Befriending the monarchy was easy, the Queen dubious at first, yet even she came to trust the man who had solutions to everything. Practically the second most powerful person in the Kingdom, Blackbriar plans to be the Kingmaker after Richard dies. Either controlling the throne through a royal child or marrying into the claim to take the seat for himself. And there is nothing he won't do, to make that happen.

Background:
The Blackbriar house has been loyal to the sovereign for decades. It's banners always present within the courts of Thiputian Kings. Silas' ancestors were the Knights and Lords who fought the battles of royals, advised wars, rallied armies. Yet they were never more than that. Servants. Or that's what Blackbriar thought, watching as the aristocracy grovelled at the feet of the monarch who owned them. There was power, and to have such power was not worthy of a family line like the Thiputians. This beginning obsession with power started through Silas' older siblings. The ones who'd inherit his father's lands and titles. Silas would be left with little else but at the mercy of the brothers who were far more interested in clashing swords than learning strategies and politics. Silas was fluent in languages, history, he could advise armies on movements, keep peasants satisfied. Alas, his father held those despicable beasts of his kin in higher regard. Thus Silas began to learn swordplay, boxing, seeing as masculinity was a higher order.

Nothing. He was the third son. The one they had in case the others died. A spare; tumbleweed in the wind. It left the boy festering anger, envy, and a host of bad traits. Manipulating people for things he wanted, seeing whether dogs suffered more than rats - and then wondering how humans would suffer more than both. Whether their whines and cries would be different, or whether they'd squeal like pigs for slaughter.

In the end, as you can imagine, he played the brothers off. One fell sick with syphilis after a night with a known whore, hanging himself in the stables of their estate once the disease left him in excrutiating pain (the family covering it up as to not dishonour themselves). The other brother, his eldest kin, would be murdered in his drunken stupor. His jewels and coins were taken, and a young thief of only twenty would be 'found' and hanged. Screaming all the while "It wasn't me!". Leaving poor, lonely Silas, the only heir. A place he took with disguised glee. But that wasn't enough. He still had to bend his knee, and after his father had died of 'heartbreak'; now head of the Blackbriar house - he would enter the court.

With a smile and a wink, the walls fell. Clawing viciously through the ranks, he became trusted. Friends with the Prince and Princess, even the Cripple much to Queen Margaret's delight. Silas was a loyal follower in their eyes, one who heard things and knew how to be discreet.

At twenty-seven, he was one of the youngest courtiers to be given the title 'Spymaster'. Something he took seriously. Continuing to gather their faith and eventually dependence, before his thirst for power would be satiated. The things he's done, with and without the crowns consent have been numerous. To some, the Spymaster is a follower. And to the ones who can see through those dead eyes, he's the one leading the blind.

Other:
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[Eshspoyeofdoom]

Elizabeth Eleanor Addington
The Bastard Daughter of King Richard Thiputain

Name:
Elizabeth Eleanor Addington

Height:
5'8"

Weight:
55kg

Age:
18

Role/Occupation:
Dress maker/Garment merchant


Weapons:
A small dagger, concealed by her waist.

Magic style:
Junior Necromancer

Personality:
Elizabeth is a great manipulator and actor. When she needs to, she'll put on her sweet face and tone to get people's attention. Her public image is that of an innocent sweet girl who couldn't hurt a fly. But on the inside, Elizabeth is intelligent, deceitful and power hungry. She knows that she's a direct descendant of the king and because of his age, he won't be around much longer. She wants to be in line to the throne, despite her age, social status and gender, but she'll do anything to have a secure seat as monarch. If you get to know her, she might just bring you up the ranks with her if you prove your resourcefulness and loyalty. Elizabeth is a ruthless leader, secretly setting aside ethics for her own personal gain. Nothing thrills her more than success and nothing infuriates her more than failure.

Background:

Elizabeth grew up poor, in a barn outside the city. Her mother was busy working as a washerwoman and her memories of childhood were filled with cold, hungry nights and misery. But from the beginning, she somehow knew that she was a 'lost' princess, a holy descendant from the king and loved it. Maybe it was the dead, the shadows that spoke back to her when she slept. They promised her power and she bought it all. She dreamt of the prestige and riches she would be awarded when she announced her position to the world. As time went on, she was ridiculed and deemed insane by the common folk . Still, she never gave up on hope.

But her dreams of an easy path to royalty were shattered when she discovered that the King had kin, three in fact, maybe even more. To make it worse, she was a bastard. A mistake that shouldn't have happened. She was distraught but knew that she had a chance, a right to the throne. At 15, she left home one night and travelled closer into the capital, working various, odd jobs before settling as a dressmaker in a famous garment shop. She dedicated herself to her craft, forgetting a bit about her royal bloodline. She made the most elegant of dresses to secure her job. Maybe too elegant.

The Royal representative entered the store one day and purchased their prize dress, which so happened to be Elizabeth's work. She'd sometimes see the eldest princess wear her dress when she visited her homeland. The shop gained popularity and Elizabeth's boss guaranteed her housing and job security. She felt proud and important, the first in a long time and her desire to be amongst the Royals was reignited. After a day at work, she'd spend her free time learning the ins and outs of the Royal Family and any connecting official. Any rumours and whispers on the street would be documented in her diary and would add up to the big picture of her situation. She would plan and think, of ways to slip through the cracks and seize the throne after her father passes. Either through brute force and violence, or through ritual and blood magic.

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[idalie]

Elizabeth Eleanor Addington
The Bastard Daughter of King Richard Thiputain

Name:
Elizabeth Eleanor Addington

Height:
5'8"

Weight:
55kg

Age:
18

Role/Occupation:
Dress maker/Garment merchant


Weapons:
A small dagger, concealed by her waist.

Magic style:
Junior Necromancer

Personality:
Elizabeth is a great manipulator and actor. When she needs to, she'll put on her sweet face and tone to get people's attention. Her public image is that of an innocent sweet girl who couldn't hurt a fly. But on the inside, Elizabeth is intelligent, deceitful and power hungry. She knows that she's a direct descendant of the king and because of his age, he won't be around much longer. She wants to be in line to the throne, despite her age, social status and gender, but she'll do anything to have a secure seat as monarch. If you get to know her, she might just bring you up the ranks with her if you prove your resourcefulness and loyalty. Elizabeth is a ruthless leader, secretly setting aside ethics for her own personal gain. Nothing thrills her more than success and nothing infuriates her more than failure.

Background:

Elizabeth grew up poor, in a barn outside the city. Her mother was busy working as a washerwoman and her memories of childhood were filled with cold, hungry nights and misery. But from the beginning, she somehow knew that she was a 'lost' princess, a holy descendant from the king and loved it. Maybe it was the dead, the shadows that spoke back to her when she slept. They promised her power and she bought it all. She dreamt of the prestige and riches she would be awarded when she announced her position to the world. As time went on, she was ridiculed and deemed insane by the common folk . Still, she never gave up on hope.

But her dreams of an easy path to royalty were shattered when she discovered that the King had kin, three in fact, maybe even more. To make it worse, she was a bastard. A mistake that shouldn't have happened. She was distraught but knew that she had a chance, a right to the throne. At 15, she left home one night and travelled closer into the capital, working various, odd jobs before settling as a dressmaker in a famous garment shop. She dedicated herself to her craft, forgetting a bit about her royal bloodline. She made the most elegant of dresses to secure her job. Maybe too elegant.

The Royal representative entered the store one day and purchased their prize dress, which so happened to be Elizabeth's work. She'd sometimes see the eldest princess wear her dress when she visited her homeland. The shop gained popularity and Elizabeth's boss guaranteed her housing and job security. She felt proud and important, the first in a long time and her desire to be amongst the Royals was reignited. After a day at work, she'd spend her free time learning the ins and outs of the Royal Family and any connecting official. Any rumours and whispers on the street would be documented in her diary and would add up to the big picture of her situation. She would plan and think, of ways to slip through the cracks and seize the throne after her father passes. Either through brute force and violence, or through ritual and blood magic.

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Accepted ofc

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

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Elisa Mac'Owell

Basics​

Height: 1,89m

Weight: 67kg

Nickname(s): Raven

Age: 37

Occupational​

Role/Occupation:
Leader of the Black Rose

The Black Rose is a paramilitary organisation under Silas direct command. They report to nobody but him and the king, however, usually if the king wants something of them, he lets Silas tell them. They are a elite squadron of only the best rangers and spies combined. Only who excells at both those things, as well as regular combat, will even be considered a as a member.

They are who take care of the darker jobs, that the kingdom wants to have done rather unnoticed. Further, they get send on the most dangerous spy missions, due to their skill. Their leader of course is the most skilled among them.

Weapons:
Bow&Arrow
Two daggers
Throwing Knives
Multiple Poisions

Magic Type:
/

Personality​

Personality:
The personality of Elisa is very wide. She got many distinguishing personality feature. Elisa is a very loyal person, however it is very hard to tell who her loyalty belongs to. Just as all the Black Roses, she is ultimately loyal to Silas Blackbriar (not the king!!!). She further is a very caring person. It is a hard process to get close to her, but once you manage to, she will do a lot to make sure you feel good. She can be very loving, but nobody won her heart yet.
Elisa is a outstanding actress. It is basically impossible to tell if she is being honest in her emotions and action, or if she is just acting.

Background​

Background:
Elisa was born as a outcast. Her parents and her lived in a forest, where the mother collected herbs and the father was a hunter. They rarely went to the city, it was usually only her father, who went there to sell what his wife brewed and he hunted. She spent most of her time in her house and the area around it, playing. She learned how to use roots and herbs with young age, also learning what was deadly and what was edible. She soon understood which mixtures made a poison or a medicine. When she was 10, her father started teaching her to hunt. She learned to listen to the forest and to know each tree like herself. She learned reading footprints and similar things. With 16, she left the forest and went to the army as a ranger. She had already learned enough to make a great career in little time. By mistake, she was used as a spy. But she suceeded in the mission with such bravado, that the Black Rose took an interest in her. With 20, she was a recruit for them. There, she learned to even enhance her skill, until she made a career there too, lastly climbing to their leader when she reached 34.

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[idalie]

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Elisa Mac'Owell

Basics​

Height: 1,89m

Weight: 67kg

Nickname(s): Raven

Age: 37

Occupational​

Role/Occupation:
Leader of the Black Rose

The Black Rose is a paramilitary organisation under Silas direct command. They report to nobody but him and the king, however, usually if the king wants something of them, he lets Silas tell them. They are a elite squadron of only the best rangers and spies combined. Only who excells at both those things, as well as regular combat, will even be considered a as a member.

They are who take care of the darker jobs, that the kingdom wants to have done rather unnoticed. Further, they get send on the most dangerous spy missions, due to their skill. Their leader of course is the most skilled among them.

Weapons:
Bow&Arrow
Two daggers
Throwing Knives
Multiple Poisions

Magic Type:
/

Personality​

Personality:
The personality of Elisa is very wide. She got many distinguishing personality feature. Elisa is a very loyal person, however it is very hard to tell who her loyalty belongs to. Just as all the Black Roses, she is ultimately loyal to Silas Blackbriar (not the king!!!). She further is a very caring person. It is a hard process to get close to her, but once you manage to, she will do a lot to make sure you feel good. She can be very loving, but nobody won her heart yet.
Elisa is a outstanding actress. It is basically impossible to tell if she is being honest in her emotions and action, or if she is just acting.

Background​

Background:
Elisa was born as a outcast. Her parents and her lived in a forest, where the mother collected herbs and the father was a hunter. They rarely went to the city, it was usually only her father, who went there to sell what his wife brewed and he hunted. She spent most of her time in her house and the area around it, playing. She learned how to use roots and herbs with young age, also learning what was deadly and what was edible. She soon understood which mixtures made a poison or a medicine. When she was 10, her father started teaching her to hunt. She learned to listen to the forest and to know each tree like herself. She learned reading footprints and similar things. With 16, she left the forest and went to the army as a ranger. She had already learned enough to make a great career in little time. By mistake, she was used as a spy. But she suceeded in the mission with such bravado, that the Black Rose took an interest in her. With 20, she was a recruit for them. There, she learned to even enhance her skill, until she made a career there too, lastly climbing to their leader when she reached 34.

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Accepted!!

 

[Dreamcast]

Isadora Bloomington
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Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 123lbs

Name: Isadora Bloomington

Nickname(s): Isa, Dor... typically whatever rolls off the tongue at the time.

Age: 24

Role/Occupation: Servant

Weapons: She keeps an ornate dagger passed down to her from her father (who received it from his father) with her at all possible times, just to be safe.

Magic Type: She's a wizard in the kitchen, but it's actually not sorcery despite some praises she has received over the years.

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Personality:
Having to get by on her own from a somewhat young age has formed Isadora into quite a resourceful individual. She is rather handy; able to fix the broken and craft some things such as arrows and basic traps (when you're hungry, you'll learn how to do just about anything!) as well as cook and clean like any other woman her age. Although, many would say her cooking abilities far surpass the average woman. Rather intelligent, she can pick up on things quickly as well as remember things with little repetition. While she is very curious and enjoys learning things, she would much rather do something hands on than have her nose stuck in a book. Although she can rarely indulge herself, she has a taste for the finer things in life, especially when in comes to clothing and food. Luxuries are hard to come by, which only makes her enjoy and appreciate them more. That is another thing about her: she is extremely appreciative and grateful for everything she has and anything that is given to her. Despite caring very much about her appearance, especially her hair, she isn't afraid to get dirty and enjoys spending time outdoors. Extremely motivated and determined, she isn't afraid of the words "hard work". One might not think it by looking at her, but she is quite the carnivore and loves a meat dishes, especially those considered to be delicacies (but who doesn't?). Another favorite flavor of hers is fruit, especially grapes. The colors that make her heart flutter are shades of gold and yellow. Since her father dealt with textiles and clothing, she has an eye for fashion and fabrics and is rather talented in the area of design, not that she ever gets to put that talent to use.

Background:
Isadora's father was a merchant, a textile merchant to be exact. Beautifully dyed clothes, clothing from other kingdoms, all of those pretty things could be found at her father's stand. He was rarely home, having to travel quite often to replenish his stock for one reason or another. Her mother was never a healthy woman. The physician would often be visiting her for this problem or that problem. Once she was old enough, it was Isadora who ran the household, held down the fort, if you will. Anything she could do to help out, she would do. It didn't take a seer to predict that her mother would not live for too much longer after Isadora reached her teenage years. She passed peacefully, thankfully, one night in her sleep. Her passing meant that Isadora would be alone whenever her father went on his "business trips". That form of loneliness was something that she became used to and it was a good thing that she did, because within a matter of time she would truly be alone...

It was perhaps a year and a half to two years time after her mother passed. Isadora was fifteen years old. Her father had been gone on his usual trip for a lot longer than normal. To the point where she was becoming worried, very worried. While it wasn't exactly uncommon for him to be a couple of days later than he said he would be, almost two weeks time was much too late for things to be perfectly fine. It wasn't much long after the worry sunk in deep that word came to her, that closure came to her. Her father had been murdered by a group of bandits. Everything accompanying him, including his hired men and animals, had been killed, stolen, or ruined. There was nothing left for her to take over. Sure, she had money stored away, but that wouldn't last forever. Indeed, it didn't. By the time she was sixteen, she was hunting for work, originally only getting hired to do odd jobs. Eventually, she found her way into the serving world, being hired as a servant in none other than a merchant's home. Different employers came and gone and with each one she found her priorities shifting. Cleaning, tending to children, cooking (her personal favorite), following a particularly spoiled daughter of some too rich noble around and catering to her every whim, etc. Years have gone by, yet she has managed to keep herself afloat, not even struggling to get by these days like she did at the start of her life on her own.

Other: I cannot decide on a theme for her yet... I will be listening to a lot of music and will return with a theme that screams "Isadora!"

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[idalie]

Isadora Bloomington
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Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 123lbs

Name: Isadora Bloomington

Nickname(s): Isa, Dor... typically whatever rolls off the tongue at the time.

Age: 24

Role/Occupation: Servant

Weapons: She keeps an ornate dagger passed down to her from her father (who received it from his father) with her at all possible times, just to be safe.

Magic Type: She's a wizard in the kitchen, but it's actually not sorcery despite some praises she has received over the years.

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Personality:
Having to get by on her own from a somewhat young age has formed Isadora into quite a resourceful individual. She is rather handy; able to fix the broken and craft some things such as arrows and basic traps (when you're hungry, you'll learn how to do just about anything!) as well as cook and clean like any other woman her age. Although, many would say her cooking abilities far surpass the average woman. Rather intelligent, she can pick up on things quickly as well as remember things with little repetition. While she is very curious and enjoys learning things, she would much rather do something hands on than have her nose stuck in a book. Although she can rarely indulge herself, she has a taste for the finer things in life, especially when in comes to clothing and food. Luxuries are hard to come by, which only makes her enjoy and appreciate them more. That is another thing about her: she is extremely appreciative and grateful for everything she has and anything that is given to her. Despite caring very much about her appearance, especially her hair, she isn't afraid to get dirty and enjoys spending time outdoors. Extremely motivated and determined, she isn't afraid of the words "hard work". One might not think it by looking at her, but she is quite the carnivore and loves a meat dishes, especially those considered to be delicacies (but who doesn't?). Another favorite flavor of hers is fruit, especially grapes. The colors that make her heart flutter are shades of gold and yellow. Since her father dealt with textiles and clothing, she has an eye for fashion and fabrics and is rather talented in the area of design, not that she ever gets to put that talent to use.

Background:
Isadora's father was a merchant, a textile merchant to be exact. Beautifully dyed clothes, clothing from other kingdoms, all of those pretty things could be found at her father's stand. He was rarely home, having to travel quite often to replenish his stock for one reason or another. Her mother was never a healthy woman. The physician would often be visiting her for this problem or that problem. Once she was old enough, it was Isadora who ran the household, held down the fort, if you will. Anything she could do to help out, she would do. It didn't take a seer to predict that her mother would not live for too much longer after Isadora reached her teenage years. She passed peacefully, thankfully, one night in her sleep. Her passing meant that Isadora would be alone whenever her father went on his "business trips". That form of loneliness was something that she became used to and it was a good thing that she did, because within a matter of time she would truly be alone...

It was perhaps a year and a half to two years time after her mother passed. Isadora was fifteen years old. Her father had been gone on his usual trip for a lot longer than normal. To the point where she was becoming worried, very worried. While it wasn't exactly uncommon for him to be a couple of days later than he said he would be, almost two weeks time was much too late for things to be perfectly fine. It wasn't much long after the worry sunk in deep that word came to her, that closure came to her. Her father had been murdered by a group of bandits. Everything accompanying him, including his hired men and animals, had been killed, stolen, or ruined. There was nothing left for her to take over. Sure, she had money stored away, but that wouldn't last forever. Indeed, it didn't. By the time she was sixteen, she was hunting for work, originally only getting hired to do odd jobs. Eventually, she found her way into the serving world, being hired as a servant in none other than a merchant's home. Different employers came and gone and with each one she found her priorities shifting. Cleaning, tending to children, cooking (her personal favorite), following a particularly spoiled daughter of some too rich noble around and catering to her every whim, etc. Years have gone by, yet she has managed to keep herself afloat, not even struggling to get by these days like she did at the start of her life on her own.

Other: I cannot decide on a theme for her yet... I will be listening to a lot of music and will return with a theme that screams "Isadora!"

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Accepted!! :^)

 

[MiracleGrazer]

Appearance: Gaunty cheeks with slicked black hair. Deep blue eyes. Well-groomed mustache that is trimmed right above his upper lip, and does not grow past the corner of his mouth.

Height: 5'11

Weight: 192 lbs

Name: Henry Fitzroy, Baron of Percy

Role/Occupation: Steward of the Crown Estates

Weapons: Sword at the hip, mostly for show.

Magic Type: N/A

Personality: Loyal and compassionate. Henry is extremely thankful for the life his father has given him, and reciprocates the king's hospitality to most others. Due to his bastard background, Henry practices humility and courtesy. Henry has always idolized his older half-brother, the crown prince, and has always wanted to be like him. Unfortunately, Henry knows that his place is by his aging father's side, to take care of his half-brother's future kingdom. Because of this, Henry had grown somewhat resentful of the crown prince, he'd only wish the crown prince would give attention to statecraft. While the rest of the family looks down upon his crippled younger half-brother, Henry has given himself the responsibility of educating the young prince, and even wants to prepare the young prince for statehood should the eldest perish in the field.

Background: Born in the countryside in a castle, Henry's mother was the daughter of a lesser lord. His mother ignored the young Henry, though his lord grandfather took delight in him. If there's one thing he missed from the countryside, it's his lord grandfather. Henry visited the capital with his grandfather while he went to see the king, and it was then that the king took notice of Henry and decided to transfer Henry into the royal court. Henry grew up trying to emulate his older half-brother. Anything the crown prince did, he wanted to do. He was sad to see his sister go, being married, and while the Crown Prince was busy fighting his wars, Henry was taking care of his younger half-sister and half-brother when the Queen was too weak. Henry has been trying his best to find a nice young noble for his younger sister to marry that she may love, before their father forces her hand. Henry has also been searching far and wide for tutors for his younger half-brother, paying money out of his own pocket. His father had taken note of Henry's shrewdness and aptitude for management, thus he was made Royal Steward of the Crown Estates. He spends half the year touring his father's estates, soon to be inherited by his brothers, and the other half at court.

Other: N/A

 

[idalie]

Appearance: Gaunty cheeks with slicked black hair. Deep blue eyes. Well-groomed mustache that is trimmed right above his upper lip, and does not grow past the corner of his mouth.

Height: 5'11

Weight: 192 lbs

Name: Henry Fitzroy, Baron of Percy

Role/Occupation: Steward of the Crown Estates

Weapons: Sword at the hip, mostly for show.

Magic Type: N/A

Personality: Loyal and compassionate. Henry is extremely thankful for the life his father has given him, and reciprocates the king's hospitality to most others. Due to his bastard background, Henry practices humility and courtesy. Henry has always idolized his older half-brother, the crown prince, and has always wanted to be like him. Unfortunately, Henry knows that his place is by his aging father's side, to take care of his half-brother's future kingdom. Because of this, Henry had grown somewhat resentful of the crown prince, he'd only wish the crown prince would give attention to statecraft. While the rest of the family looks down upon his crippled younger half-brother, Henry has given himself the responsibility of educating the young prince, and even wants to prepare the young prince for statehood should the eldest perish in the field.

Background: Born in the countryside in a castle, Henry's mother was the daughter of a lesser lord. His mother ignored the young Henry, though his lord grandfather took delight in him. If there's one thing he missed from the countryside, it's his lord grandfather. Henry visited the capital with his grandfather while he went to see the king, and it was then that the king took notice of Henry and decided to transfer Henry into the royal court. Henry grew up trying to emulate his older half-brother. Anything the crown prince did, he wanted to do. He was sad to see his sister go, being married, and while the Crown Prince was busy fighting his wars, Henry was taking care of his younger half-sister and half-brother when the Queen was too weak. Henry has been trying his best to find a nice young noble for his younger sister to marry that she may love, before their father forces her hand. Henry has also been searching far and wide for tutors for his younger half-brother, paying money out of his own pocket. His father had taken note of Henry's shrewdness and aptitude for management, thus he was made Royal Steward of the Crown Estates. He spends half the year touring his father's estates, soon to be inherited by his brothers, and the other half at court.

Other: N/A

Accepted! Love the character ^^

 

[MiracleGrazer]

Accepted! Love the character ^^

Thank you very much

 

[Yennie]

Vel Mercia


Height: 5'10"

Weight: 173 lbs

Name: Vel Mercia

Nickname(s): "The Young Buck"

Age: 28

Role/Occupation: Vel is a courtier, currently employed in the Master of Coin's service.

Weapons: He carries a small, easily concealed blade for his own protection.

Magic Type: A silver tongue and charming smile are in his possession but no real magic whatsoever.

Personality: Vel is young and his youth often emboldens him to believe himself capable of anything, inspired great confidence and pride in him - traits that are well liked by some of the older members of the court. Despite this bravado, Vel is not so unintelligent that he would act rashly and without caution. He is calculative, even when it seems he's put no thought or effort into his decisions. Those who know him knows he stays up well into the night with nothing but a mug of wine and a warm fire to keep him company as he runs endless possibilities through his mind.

His ambitions know no bounds. He is a very determined individual and knows his desires well. He understands that the best things in life come to those who work for them and has no qualms about putting forth the effort necessary. His drive and passion are unparalleled, part of why he earned the name "Young Buck", known for knowing what he wants and how to get it.

Vel places great importance upon status and position, so much to the point that he's often fixated wholly on advancing through the social ranks. This fixation directly relates to his ability to devote himself solely to a particular goal or cause without much care for anything else. For someone who can focus on minute details, he's also forgetful and neglectful. He may forgo caring for himself and often times his health suffers because of it.

He's an expert at navigating the court system and uses his quick wits and charm to ease his way into alliances and partnerships. Vel's dazzling smile combined with warm, friendly words often have people eating out of his hands in a matter of moments. He's well liked for his good looks and easy going nature and uses that to his advantage. While he does not set outright to be manipulative and cunning, it certainly helps that he is capable of it. He does not really know how to form genuine relationships with people as his mindset is such as to where he only considers how a person can be of use to him before he befriends them. That makes him an incredibly lonely person in fact, having next to no one he can truly trust or call "friend". Those who see through his facade are wary of him and are his main opponents at court.

Vel is not particularly on one side of the good/evil spectrum. At his core he's a person who wants better for himself and his family and does not mind bending the rules to achieve that goal.

Background: Vel was born to the lovely couple of Donnel Mercia and Latela von Burren. His fathers family has a deep rooted history in the country of Meoria, with many influential men who rose to great heights - and many who had great and terrible ends. His mothers family were merchants who owned good land and had amassed a comfortable fortune for themselves. By the time his father had come to be the heir of the Mercia household it had fallen from it former glory and was now just a very minor house on the grand scale of things. The match between Donnel and Latela was more political and strategic then anything else. She brought a hefty dowry with her and her family's money would help fund Donnel's ambitions. So the match was made, Latela a virgin bride of just sixteen years marrying the much older twenty three year old Donnel. Despite their circumstances the pair made the best of their marriage, happily producing a son and heir. With his bloodline secured his father turned his attention towards political and social advancement.

And the quickest way to do that was to go to war. Donnel served valiantly in the king's war but unfortunately was killed in a battle just after Vel turned eleven years of age. The King recognized the man's efforts and awarded his family with some small titles and gold in compensation. Once Vel got older he knew he wanted more but did not particularly care for his father's methods. He would much rather work through the court circuit and climb his way up from there. After finishing his studies Vel immediately went to court on the king's invitation and bought a position in a high ranking officials household. Despite his education and good name none would have him for he was still a nobody. His good mother then came to court to collect him and bring her only boy home when she caught the eye of the king. There is a saying that to catch a king's eye is to become the gossip of the court. It wasn't long before his mother became his mistress and even shorter before she became pregnant.

Intially Vel was furious that his own mother could be so foolish and could disrespect his poor dead father so. She had easily set him straight; having the king favor her would mean opportunities for him that he could never have imagined. She was right. Suddenly men were love calling him, offering him positions left and right if only he would "get the king's mistress your mother to pass this message to his majesty". Vel enjoyed the attentions awhile before settling on the Master of Coin. There he would learn the inner workings of the kingdoms finances. For one way to the king's heart was through his gold purse.

Once his mother fell pregnant and the king could no longer bed her Vel subsequently lost some of his influence. He hated it and seethed in his wounded pride for a while. But all of that was soon to change. For his mother had birthed a son, the spitting image of Richard. Vel planned to introduce the boy to the king and somehow work the child into the line of succession.
Of course he worried about the fact that Richard already has so many eligible heirs and no one would throw their hat into the ring for an infant. Which brings us to present day - Vel needs to form alliances and secure a future for himself and his infant half brother. No matter the cost.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

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Height: Five Feet and three inches

Weight: 105 pounds

Name: Ivy Hammond

Nickname(s): None

Age: 23

Role/Occupation: Nobel Lady, Mistress

Weapons: None.

Magic: None

Personality: Ivy is a spirited and lively young woman. She is independent and strong-willed. She enjoys dancing and singing and riding horses. She is clever and witty, and is well known for her comebacks. She is smarter than most people give her credit for. And she likes it that way. She likes proving people wrong with her intelligence. She is also rather dramatic and would have made a fantastic actress were it not for her station. In all honesty, she would have preferred that over being a proper lady. Still, she always presents herself as a graceful and elegant lady. But behind the face of a lady, she is calculating, and careful always wanting more power. However, Ivy is not loyal. She will give her loyalty to the highest bidder, and the one she suspects will come out on top. She is always looking to elevate herself and her position. She is not someone who is looking or expecting love in a marriage, rather someone whom she can come to an understanding with. One who will elevate her position and she will give him an heir.

Background: Ivy was born into a rich and noble family, but her parents died when she was young, and she was raised by her uncle, her father's younger brother, who had inherited her father's title land and money. He raised her almost as if she were a pawn to him. He had been expecting a perfect little lady, however her parents raised her to be independent and she pushed back all his efforts to turn her into a timid and meek proper lady. While she does put on the proper lady front, her uncle did not take away the clever and cunning girl that lays underneath. Since she has arrived at court, she has earned herself quite a reputation. There are many people who do not like her due to the way she seems to flirt with any man there. She has established herself at court as a slightly promiscuous and flirtatious person. She is well known as a heartbreaker amongst men, and there are questions of her loyalty to the crown, even though, for now it's where her loyalty lies.

 

[idalie]

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Height: Five Feet and three inches

Weight: 105 pounds

Name: Ivy Hammond

Nickname(s): None

Age: 23

Role/Occupation: Nobel Lady, Mistress

Weapons: None.

Magic: None

Personality: Ivy is a spirited and lively young woman. She is independent and strong-willed. She enjoys dancing and singing and riding horses. She is clever and witty, and is well known for her comebacks. She is smarter than most people give her credit for. And she likes it that way. She likes proving people wrong with her intelligence. She is also rather dramatic and would have made a fantastic actress were it not for her station. In all honesty, she would have preferred that over being a proper lady. Still, she always presents herself as a graceful and elegant lady. But behind the face of a lady, she is calculating, and careful always wanting more power. However, Ivy is not loyal. She will give her loyalty to the highest bidder, and the one she suspects will come out on top. She is always looking to elevate herself and her position. She is not someone who is looking or expecting love in a marriage, rather someone whom she can come to an understanding with. One who will elevate her position and she will give him an heir.

Background: Ivy was born into a rich and noble family, but her parents died when she was young, and she was raised by her uncle, her father's younger brother, who had inherited her father's title land and money. He raised her almost as if she were a pawn to him. He had been expecting a perfect little lady, however her parents raised her to be independent and she pushed back all his efforts to turn her into a timid and meek proper lady. While she does put on the proper lady front, her uncle did not take away the clever and cunning girl that lays underneath. Since she has arrived at court, she has earned herself quite a reputation. There are many people who do not like her due to the way she seems to flirt with any man there. She has established herself at court as a slightly promiscuous and flirtatious person. She is well known as a heartbreaker amongst men, and there are questions of her loyalty to the crown, even though, for now it's where her loyalty lies.

Still as brilliant as before Accepted!

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Still as brilliant as before Accepted!

Thank you!

 

[idalie]

Vel Mercia


Height: 5'10"

Weight: 173 lbs

Name: Vel Mercia

Nickname(s): "The Young Buck"

Age: 28

Role/Occupation: Vel is a courtier, currently employed in the Master of Coin's service.

Weapons: He carries a small, easily concealed blade for his own protection.

Magic Type: A silver tongue and charming smile are in his possession but no real magic whatsoever.

Personality: Vel is young and his youth often emboldens him to believe himself capable of anything, inspired great confidence and pride in him - traits that are well liked by some of the older members of the court. Despite this bravado, Vel is not so unintelligent that he would act rashly and without caution. He is calculative, even when it seems he's put no thought or effort into his decisions. Those who know him knows he stays up well into the night with nothing but a mug of wine and a warm fire to keep him company as he runs endless possibilities through his mind.

His ambitions know no bounds. He is a very determined individual and knows his desires well. He understands that the best things in life come to those who work for them and has no qualms about putting forth the effort necessary. His drive and passion are unparalleled, part of why he earned the name "Young Buck", known for knowing what he wants and how to get it.

Vel places great importance upon status and position, so much to the point that he's often fixated wholly on advancing through the social ranks. This fixation directly relates to his ability to devote himself solely to a particular goal or cause without much care for anything else. For someone who can focus on minute details, he's also forgetful and neglectful. He may forgo caring for himself and often times his health suffers because of it.

He's an expert at navigating the court system and uses his quick wits and charm to ease his way into alliances and partnerships. Vel's dazzling smile combined with warm, friendly words often have people eating out of his hands in a matter of moments. He's well liked for his good looks and easy going nature and uses that to his advantage. While he does not set outright to be manipulative and cunning, it certainly helps that he is capable of it. He does not really know how to form genuine relationships with people as his mindset is such as to where he only considers how a person can be of use to him before he befriends them. That makes him an incredibly lonely person in fact, having next to no one he can truly trust or call "friend". Those who see through his facade are wary of him and are his main opponents at court.

Vel is not particularly on one side of the good/evil spectrum. At his core he's a person who wants better for himself and his family and does not mind bending the rules to achieve that goal.

Background: Vel was born to the lovely couple of Donnel Mercia and Latela von Burren. His fathers family has a deep rooted history in the country of Meoria, with many influential men who rose to great heights - and many who had great and terrible ends. His mothers family were merchants who owned good land and had amassed a comfortable fortune for themselves. By the time his father had come to be the heir of the Mercia household it had fallen from it former glory and was now just a very minor house on the grand scale of things. The match between Donnel and Latela was more political and strategic then anything else. She brought a hefty dowry with her and her family's money would help fund Donnel's ambitions. So the match was made, Latela a virgin bride of just sixteen years marrying the much older twenty three year old Donnel. Despite their circumstances the pair made the best of their marriage, happily producing a son and heir. With his bloodline secured his father turned his attention towards political and social advancement.

And the quickest way to do that was to go to war. Donnel served valiantly in the king's war but unfortunately was killed in a battle just after Vel turned eleven years of age. The King recognized the man's efforts and awarded his family with some small titles and gold in compensation. Once Vel got older he knew he wanted more but did not particularly care for his father's methods. He would much rather work through the court circuit and climb his way up from there. After finishing his studies Vel immediately went to court on the king's invitation and bought a position in a high ranking officials household. Despite his education and good name none would have him for he was still a nobody. His good mother then came to court to collect him and bring her only boy home when she caught the eye of the king. There is a saying that to catch a king's eye is to become the gossip of the court. It wasn't long before his mother became his mistress and even shorter before she became pregnant.

Intially Vel was furious that his own mother could be so foolish and could disrespect his poor dead father so. She had easily set him straight; having the king favor her would mean opportunities for him that he could never have imagined. She was right. Suddenly men were love calling him, offering him positions left and right if only he would "get the king's mistress your mother to pass this message to his majesty". Vel enjoyed the attentions awhile before settling on the Master of Coin. There he would learn the inner workings of the kingdoms finances. For one way to the king's heart was through his gold purse.

Once his mother fell pregnant and the king could no longer bed her Vel subsequently lost some of his influence. He hated it and seethed in his wounded pride for a while. But all of that was soon to change. For his mother had birthed a son, the spitting image of Richard. Vel planned to introduce the boy to the king and somehow work the child into the line of succession.
Of course he worried about the fact that Richard already has so many eligible heirs and no one would throw their hat into the ring for an infant. Which brings us to present day - Vel needs to form alliances and secure a future for himself and his infant half brother. No matter the cost.

Epic!! Accepted!

 

[Dante Verren]

Appearance:


Helmet Appearance:


Height: 5’5

Weight: 150 Ibs

Name: Alexander Karling

Nickname(s): Karl or the Short Knight

Age: 39

Role/Occupation: Duke of Eagle’s Nest (Located in the northern area of the kingdom)


Weapons:
A steel bastard sword with an eagle design used for the pommel.

Magic Type:
N/A


Personality:
Alexander is a proud, honorable, and stubborn man who holds his own personal code over all else. Never one to shy away from a fight Alexander loves to have the odds against him, of course being in a fight with the odds on his side isn’t bad either. Even though he is an honorable man he is not a trusting man and often shows doubt towards others until given a reason to trust them. Surprisingly despite his trust issues and love of battle Alexander is someone that does not get angry easily, he is mostly able to push most mockeries, insults, and jokes aside as to not sully his own pride. Loyalty has always been a trait that he has possessed expect his is not blind, rather his loyalties falls to the one who he believes most deserves it.

Background:
Alexander was born the first son out of two sons and three daughters to the Duke of Eagle’s Nest Eddumune Karling. Despite being the eldest of the five children he was by far the shortest, a thing that his siblings liked to hold over his head. At first the constant mockery would drive him into fits of rage, seeking to help her son his mother the Duchess had Alexander train with the guard to act as a outlet for his rage. After months of training he learned how to control his anger and wield his sword.

As Alexander grew older but not much taller it was apparent that he might not be able to achieve his dream of becoming a knight. He swore to himself that he would make his dream become a reality and worked tirelessly at honing his sword skills alongside with training to become the next lord of Eagle’s Nest. His dream would be fulfilled many years later thanks to his hard work and pure stubborn refusal to back away from his dream.

Eventually Duke Eddumune would receive his call to battle and the man would gather up his soldiers, his two sons, and set out to battle. The following campaigns were ferocious and gave Alexander his first taste of war, a taste that Alexander would come to love. During the campaign the Eagle’s Nest forces were ambushed and Duke Eddumune was severly wounded. Alexander took control from his wounded father and with his leadership the enemy ambush unit was beat back. With his dying breath Duke Eddumune knighted his son Alexander and passed the title of duke on to him. With the death of his father Alexander had his men collect their dead and wounded before returning home to Eagle’s Nest. There they would burry and mourn the dead Duke as well as begin the transfer of power to Alexander.

Since his father’s death Alexander has married, had three kids, and ruled the Duchy of Eagle’s Nest as best as he could. In recent years he has begun to look on the King with less favorable eyes then he did when he was younger. He had no problem with the king but the Royal spymaster who was the king’s current top advisor was a man Alexander distrusted. He didn’t distrust him out of paranoia but because the look in the man’s eyes remined him of that of a snake, a look that said he was wailing to bite anyone he had to get his way.

To make things worse the Crown Prince still had no children of his own which meant the kingdom could be in one hell of a succession problem. Combining all of these situations in his head Alexander has begun to prepare for the worst. If things spiraled into Conflict he wanted to make sure he would be prepared.

Other:
Currently Alexander is unsure of his allegiance therefore he could be convinced to support someone other then the prince as the next Heir.

 

[idalie]

Appearance:
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Helmet Appearance:
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Height: 5’5

Weight: 150 Ibs

Name: Alexander Karling

Nickname(s): Karl or the Short Knight

Age: 39

Role/Occupation: Duke of Eagle’s Nest (Located in the northern area of the kingdom)


Weapons:
A steel bastard sword with an eagle design used for the pommel.

Magic Type:
N/A


Personality:
Alexander is a proud, honorable, and stubborn man who holds his own personal code over all else. Never one to shy away from a fight Alexander loves to have the odds against him, of course being in a fight with the odds on his side isn’t bad either. Even though he is an honorable man he is not a trusting man and often shows doubt towards others until given a reason to trust them. Surprisingly despite his trust issues and love of battle Alexander is someone that does not get angry easily, he is mostly able to push most mockeries, insults, and jokes aside as to not sully his own pride. Loyalty has always been a trait that he has possessed expect his is not blind, rather his loyalties falls to the one who he believes most deserves it.

Background:
Alexander was born the first son out of two sons and three daughters to the Duke of Eagle’s Nest Eddumune Karling. Despite being the eldest of the five children he was by far the shortest, a thing that his siblings liked to hold over his head. At first the constant mockery would drive him into fits of rage, seeking to help her son his mother the Duchess had Alexander train with the guard to act as a outlet for his rage. After months of training he learned how to control his anger and wield his sword.

As Alexander grew older but not much taller it was apparent that he might not be able to achieve his dream of becoming a knight. He swore to himself that he would make his dream become a reality and worked tirelessly at honing his sword skills alongside with training to become the next lord of Eagle’s Nest. His dream would be fulfilled many years later thanks to his hard work and pure stubborn refusal to back away from his dream.

Eventually Duke Eddumune would receive his call to battle and the man would gather up his soldiers, his two sons, and set out to battle. The following campaigns were ferocious and gave Alexander his first taste of war, a taste that Alexander would come to love. During the campaign the Eagle’s Nest forces were ambushed and Duke Eddumune was severly wounded. Alexander took control from his wounded father and with his leadership the enemy ambush unit was beat back. With his dying breath Duke Eddumune knighted his son Alexander and passed the title of duke on to him. With the death of his father Alexander had his men collect their dead and wounded before returning home to Eagle’s Nest. There they would burry and mourn the dead Duke as well as begin the transfer of power to Alexander.

Since his father’s death Alexander has married, had three kids, and ruled the Duchy of Eagle’s Nest as best as he could. In recent years he has begun to look on the King with less favorable eyes then he did when he was younger. He had no problem with the king but the Royal spymaster who was the king’s current top advisor was a man Alexander distrusted. He didn’t distrust him out of paranoia but because the look in the man’s eyes remined him of that of a snake, a look that said he was wailing to bite anyone he had to get his way.

To make things worse the Crown Prince still had no children of his own which meant the kingdom could be in one hell of a succession problem. Combining all of these situations in his head Alexander has begun to prepare for the worst. If things spiraled into Conflict he wanted to make sure he would be prepared.

Other:
Currently Alexander is unsure of his allegiance therefore he could be convinced to support someone other then the prince as the next Heir.

Accepted! Love him!

 

[RoyalPhoenix32]

Ezra Artemidoros​

"Wisdom"

►βasic ɨnformation

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship: Single

"Virtue"

Appearance:
• HEIGHT • Feet and meters: 5'10", 1.778 m
• WEIGHT • kg and lbs.: 198 lbs, 89.8 kg

Build: Athletic, but lithe
Eye color: Hetero chromatic eyes; left eye is color of Scottish heather while the other is a silver white.
Hair color/style: Her hair is color of flames and is quite long so she keeps it in a braid, hanging over her left or right shoulder.

"Honor"

Role/Occupation:
Priestess of the green mage/Alchemist

Other: Has a pet owl that she keeps with her and speaks in third, most of the time.

"Origin"

Personality:
Ezra comes across as an insecure and relatively inverted person that doesn't like people near her but its quite opposite of that. She is a friendly and mild mannered person. She constantly looks over her shoulder since her past made her cautious of the touch of anyone near her. She doesn't seem to grasp some simple concepts of conversations as evident from her time in the woods. However, she has a tendency to speak in third person but will attempt to speak normally when need be.
Origins:
Ezra was born to a family of hunters. Being hunters and nature was abundant where they lived, she grew up around them. Often bringing home animals her parents would just chuckle and shake their heads no but to them it was amusing to see their young girl be so in touch with nature. Then a green mage came to the village they lived close to and Ezra was fascinated that the person was bare foot and talked about a bad harvest coming, though some scoffed at the green mage for such a silly idea. A good friend of hers, an owl, landed on her shoulder and she giggled as she gave the owl a treat. The green mage was happy to see one that loved nature so much and offered to give her an apprenticeship, and Ezra agreed to it before following the mage to where she was taught various things on green mages at the age of 10.

At 15, she had began to travel with the mage, learning hands on what plants were able to heal what maladies and telling if a bad harvest was to come or not. Fascination still held her interest when she began some minor healing on her own, with guidance from her teacher. It was like it was her calling, her passion. Since green mages had to go barefoot wherever they went, she went barefoot as well. She wasn't named a prodigy by any means in the green mage arts but she was better than some apprentices. It was when she was 21 where she last her master. As a green mage needs to be one with nature, he was burned and ashes scattered to the winds to fertilize lands beyond Meoria. She picked up alchemy as a hobby as plants used in green mage arts could be used in potions and other things as well but she only knows so much.

Code by @Starfish