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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:32 am
 MATTHYS
Start Date: 08.02.09
Nationality: BELGIAN
Rank: New Recruit
Please do not post in this thread without Sergeant Sodomy's permission.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:46 am
Navigation
Post One
Matthys Cert and Stats
Post Two
Navigation/Table of Contents || Timeline || Posting Permissions
Post Three
In-Depth Examination [Character Profile]
Post Four
Introduction [Prompt and Entry]
Social Status
Acquaintances Within L.O.T.U.S. || Journal Records || Roleplay Status
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Timeline
August First - Flatsale ends, Announced as Winner with thyPope.
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Posting Permissions
Jyoti and all other staff associated with L.O.T.U.S. are permitted to post here.
Other Characters and Owners are also permitted in posting here, given that it is not deemable as spam.
Any others wishing to post here or comment please message me.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:48 am
 In-Depth Examination
Some details from the prompt, such as the name, have been altered a smidge.
Name.
Matthys Verbeke, or, as he prefers to be called, Sir Matthys.
Gender.
Male
Age.
Twenty-Six
Nationality and Language.
Belgian, from the wealthy area of Flanders; specifically Ghent. Due to the multicultural community of Belgium, Matthys is capable of speaking both French and German competently - although prefers German, by far. While Matthys also had some knowledge of the English language, he is not yet fluent enough, and may find it difficult to carry on a conversation in it.
Bolded text will denote speaking in German, Slanted text will denote speaking in French, and normal text will often denote untranslated speaking or his speaking in his very limited English..
Height.
6'3"
Weight.
Without armor, roughly 194lbs or 88kg. His armor adds an additional 60 pounds or 27kg.
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Personality.
Matthys is, to a tee, a Knight. Despite the years that separate him and any modern soldier, many of their ideals and wisdoms can be compared. He holds his code of honor, the Chivalric Code, to an utmost authority. Were it not for the nature of his last orders as a Belgian Knight, Matthys would have never come to join L.O.T.U.S.. While he does uphold the idea of order and justice, the concept of slaying a person who is neither criminal nor enemy remains unsavory to him. Nonetheless, while he disagreed with his superiors in that regard, Matthys took with him a respect for order when he left, and would do anything to encourage, nay, protect it. This is certainly where his interest in L.O.T.U.S. stemmed. Defining Matthys beyond this can be a bit difficult, however. He has his moments of empathy, where he can seem almost cruel; while other times, Matthys' behavior touches on protective or brotherly. In the end, this is determined mostly by whether or not you're on the opposite side of his blade or not.
Matthys can, at times, be very black and white in his opinions and thought process. There is no denying his chronic bluntness, and he is quick to outright correct another if they fail to refer to him as "sir", customary to his status as a Knight. Trained in the art of being both subordinate and superior, Matthys knows when to be polite, when to bite his tongue, and when to address a man in command; to all those below him, however, he can be a bit overbearing at times. He is nonetheless a kind person when not in the heat of conflict, and has a strange charm to him. Perhaps that's a play off of the "Knight in Shining Armor" complex? Little else can really be said of the long-time Knight.. at least, without meeting him properly.
[Apologies, I'm terrible at describing personalities.]
Background.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:51 am
Introduction
Prompt and EntryPrompt "The Pillars of Earth" is to be incorporated into an entry. Entry - 7/29/09 It was funny, how little mistakes could ruin entire lives. Not just the lives of those directly involved, the "cause", to put it bluntly, but also, the lives of those who crossed their paths. Such would be the story of a young knight, a Sir Matthys; although, as of yet, such a severe state of affairs had yet to hit. While with the crystal, the stability of time had shattered, the country of Belgium still functioned as it had in Medieval days. Ever since it's being thrown back into the years passed, the country had lived simply enough; aware of, but paying no mind to the countries settled in more present times, who totted firearms and missiles. To them, the Knighthood, the power of family's and royalty over the common folk, was thriving - and they seemed keen on keeping it that way. The city of Ghent was one prime example of this. It was rich, gaining wealth, even in the desperately broken state of the world, from the manufacturing of cloth and fine garments. It was a fortified city, and the people looked thankfully to Baldwin Iron Arm, who had given them both protection and prosperity.
But when things work so perfectly, so in sync, the smallest flaws tend to stick out. Miles away, a fault was now turning the air sour in Matthys' world. It began when he received a summons of "utmost importance"; which pulled the young Belgian from his sentry duties, back towards the proud structure and lumbering towers of the Castle that was the heart of Ghent. He moved fluidly, despite the heavy armor that weighed against his flesh. Beneath his outer skin of black and silver steel, lean muscle helped to support the bulky metal. Each step brought a new noise, a soft 'Clank' or 'Schick' seemed to announce the Knight's presence - although not as nearly as loudly as his tall frame, and the bright red plumage of feathers that sprouted upwards from his helmet. With the metallic visor dropped over his face, a certain air of mystery seemed to permeate the air around him as he moved solidly through town.
"Sir Matthys", whose first name was Coen, couldn't help but ponder the reasons for his summons. He knew himself to be an honest and loyal man, one who followed their Chivalric code closely; yet to be summoned, and away from The Saint Bavo Cathedral, no less, had to involve something of dire concern. With the warm morning sun leaving the inside of his armor a little more uncomfortable than usual, Coen paused briefly, turning towards the citizens of Ghent who went on quietly with their lives. Some looked on with curiosity, mesmerized by the elegant armor and sword at his hip, while others scurried along, carrying armfuls of materials. Long before his birth, the Matthys family had been sown in amongst the ranks as Knights. He'd never experienced the life of such craftsmen and Seamstresses, and likely, couldn't relate to their struggles or work. He was under the impression that every person in Ghent had some financial advantage, however, and saw it useless to try. Rather, the "busy" young knight brought a hand up towards his covered face, pushing the mask up and away from the helmet, and exposing a dark green set of almond-shaped eyes to the world. His skin was relatively fare, as many Europeans were; but he blinked uncomfortably at the beads of sweat that stayed caught in his brow. While he'd grown accustomed to the feeling of "metal fingers" long ago, he decided that attempting to wipe them against his head would end only in discomfort.. so rather, he offered a muffled sigh, continuing on his journey whilst enjoying the cool breeze against his forehead.
But as quickly as it seemed to begin, it was over. Matthys found himself approaching the familiar castle which many of the Knights of the city, and Fiefdom, referred to as "home". Or, something similar to that. It was the source of power in Ghent, and could not be ignored. Over top, flags waved proudly, and the sun reflected dully from the stone towers that helped to form the imposing structure. A part of him dreaded slipping inside - but with the importance of his duty, and certainly the reason for his Summons in mind, Coen quickly pressed the mask back downwards, quickening his pace as he approached, and eventually moved inside. He identified himself to the proper individuals to gain clearance, and was soon moving into the very heart of the structure. He'd been through the process countless times before, and with an incoherent, tired sigh, Coen found himself in an Assembly hall, facing a Knight who clearly outranked him, and had been awaiting his arrival for some time. Outside of a few guards stationed near the door, they were completely alone. Even in an area designed for Knights, the tapestry was fine, certainly from their very own Ghent. And it was on this note that he came to notice a piece of cloth held in the other Knight's hands. The man before him wore less armor, his face was exposed, and the expression he wore was as intimidating as any Helmet Coen had seen.
This man was not happy, and this fact made Coen feel incredibly antsy. He'd initially thought himself at fault, sent back to the heart of their institution, only to be stricken down. Although as soon as the shorter, slightly pudgier male began to speak, a strange sense of relief fell over Coen. He didn't seem to be the target of the other's quiet fury.
"Sir Matthys? You have been summoned here to carry out an important request from the highest officials of this castle. Please, remove your helmet."
Coen obeyed without question. He grasped the feathered steel firmly, wrenching it slowly from his skull. The Camail he wore felt uncomfortably tight, and beneath it, the Knight dipped his chin, bowing his head respectively as he waited quietly for the other to continue. Beyond the words that it was an "important request", there remained few more clues as to what this task was. The only other hint seemed to be the clumsily folded cloth in the man's firm grip. His speaker paced briefly before continuing.
"Knights, like yourself and I, Sir Matthys, die for the sake of our country, and for the sake of our Count. We bear his crest proudly, and you certainly understand the gravity of shaming us, and our great Castle, do you not?"
A quiet nod - he couldn't tell for certain where this was going; he would have to wait. Although with the other male's movements acting as a signal, Coen raised his gaze just in time for his emerald eyes to catch the folded flag to come unraveled when pinched at only the edges and lifted. As its contents were exposed, Coen immediately saw the flaws. To him, a man who saw that crest every day of his life, who had its specific, unique details burned into his mind as a symbol of his duties and privilege, it was a truly shameful, even disgusting sight. He knew that they had commissioned a new flag for one of their towers, to bare the proud crest of their Lord, yet what stared back at him from the cloth was not his familiar and beloved emblem. It was the crest.. but reversed. The corners of his mouth twisted into a frown, and the sight of the incorrect flag, as well as the young Knight's frown, seemed to feed the other's displeasure. His grasp upon the thin, yet sturdy material tightened, and his nostrils flared outwards briefly.
"A Seamstress from our city of Ghent by the name of Anais de Vos is responsible for this. A knight was sent up to raise it, but took notice of it's flaw immediately. This is an act of mockery towards our Lord, and it is one that cannot be forgiven - I'm certain that you understand, Sir Matthys."
"Then, Sir, what are my orders?"
Coen answered. He knew that the mistake would cost this "Anais" dearly, but what this cost might be exactly, he didn't know. Arrest? A fine? Public Humiliation? Execution? They may have learned of Janus and the workings of the outside world, but they upheld their customs - one of which was severe punishment for "Crimes against the Lord".
"You will go to Ghent - to her residence, and you will arrest her. She has already been convicted of crimes on the level of high treason, and is to be executed."
He'd learned to control his emotions, but even Coen couldn't help but hesitate at the order. They certainly had to have been quick in their "trial" of the missing woman. He'd always dealt with enemy forced - Belgians from other Fiefdoms, and what have you. He'd never been sent to arrest a citizen, however - and to be executed, no less! He nonetheless nodded, watching as a signal of dismissal, a simplistic wave of the hand, signaled his briefing ending. And with that, the stuffy black and silver helmet came to his head once again, and Sir Matthys turned to shuffle outwards quietly. He'd never questioned orders before.. yet, to be involved with the execution of a young woman, one who had made an obvious, but simple mistake, no less, brought inner turmoil to the young Knight. Unseen to comrades he passed as he exited the castle, teeth crushed a thin lower lip beneath them in an uneasy expression. His brows furrowed, and after walking only several yards, he could summon the will to move no more.
"What they ask me to do - is it really for the honor of my country?"
He sighed, as quietly as a mouse. Second-guessing would land him in the same position as his target, and that was one thing Coen didn't desire. Thinking fondly of the Cathedral he'd been at only hours before, Coen set out on a path that was far different than his destination. He didn't seek directions, nor even question where his objective was. It became clear to him that it would take only hours for his missin presence to be noticed, due to this face. The knight who held chivalry to the highest important would now disobey orders, and certainly become a fugitive himself. This was Coen's decision, and he accepted it uneasily.
"The pillars of the Earth - let us hope I come to see you again someday. "
Coen sighed, twisting to look to the increasingly distant castle and it's tall, pale stone towers. His life was going to change drastically, the Knight knew that. But what he also knew was that a place existed where his skills would not go to waste - it was a rumor to chase, an excitement that didn't carry the guilt of bringing a woman to her death. It's name was L.O.T.U.S..
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:10 am
Requirements to be Met
Growth Requirements
Level One Status Requirements - currently ON
- Execute Two Missions Successfully ( 0 / 2 )
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Complete Three Missions ( 0 / 3 )
- Pass Wraith's aptitude test ( 0 / 1 )
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Level Two Status Requirements
- Execute Four Missions Successfully ( 0 / 4 )
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Complete Six Missions ( 0 / 6 )
- Dedicatedly participate in at least one "Crystal Retrieval" event. ( 0 / 1 )
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Elite Status Requirements
- Execute Eight Missions Successfully ( 0 / 8 )
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Complete Eleven Missions ( 0 / 11 )
- Dedicatedly participate in at least one "Crystal Retrieval" event. (0/1)
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 12:52 pm
Social Status
Acquaintances Within L.O.T.U.S.
Knows nobody as of yet. How sad!
Journal Record?..
No Entries recorded.
Private and Open Roleplays
Key
[PRP] - Private Roleplay || [ORP] - Open Roleplay || [C] - Complete || [OG] - Ongoing || [D] - Dead
Clickity Clack Goes the Tin Man [PRP] [OG]
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:25 pm
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