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 Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:13 am
Quote: Noah  Username: (Name here) Character Name: Noah Black Kingdom: Justice Occupation/Class: Monk Age: 23 Species: Nephilim Gender: Male Sex: Chaste (undecided) Bio: Noah was orphaned at a very young age and raised and cared for in the Abbey of the Black Monks near the border between his home land of Justice and their rival land of Hubris. The woman who brought the babe to their steps confided that Noah was a child of parents from both sides of the border, and could not hope to raise such a one. Identified by the Monks of the Abbey as a Nephilim by the scars on his back, Noah was adopted by the order and raised close to the Abbey's Priori, a man named Collin, who brought up the boy as would a father, and guided him in the ways of holiness and spiritual purity--the root of all his angelic powers, which developed slowly after the boy entered puberty. His strength was the first to develop, and Noah learned quickly to be gentle and careful with this gift. He found solace out of doors, working with the order's servants in the gardens or helping to build new structures for the Abbey. By the time he was sixteen, he could carry twice what any other experienced carpenter was used to lifting. Finding that this power drew attention from the more common people, he would use the opportunity to spread the word of peace and spiritual purity, but has always known that there are some that will not listen, and he respects that choice. He also practices what he preaches. Not only does he uphold his home virtue of Justice, but under Collin's tutelage, also strives to emulate all of the divine virtues, as these are the roots of his power. Thus, he has taken vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience. He would have taken the vow of stability and remained forever within the Abbey's walls, but Collin informed him that this was not his destiny. Since the plan was first made to bring the youth of the Ten Kingdoms together in hopes of ending the unrest between them, it was the will of the Abbot that Noah travel to that distant haven of the land-bound god Veritas, to show them by example of his own bloodline that peace between the Sins and Virtues was possible. Though it frightens Noah to be leaving the only home he has ever known, he takes heart in his mission, knowing that he will be delivering to these people a message for the greater good, and will keep in contact with the Abbey as often as he can. Weapons: None (pacifist) Powers: Descended from angels, he possesses their superhuman strength. He has also been meditating on a levitation ability; possibly flight. Who knows what other powers might awaken in time? Other: Noah does not know the surname of either of his parents, and so has taken the surname 'Black' after the monks' order. Also, though Noah has taken a vow of poverty, he keeps one intricate talisman about his neck; a gift from Priori Collin before he left. It is made of what appears to be black stone, and forms a strange and twisted shape which could be runes or letters that he is not familiar with. He wears it always. Description: He stands at an easy 5'10", with the build of someone who has eaten moderately all of his life, and is used to working outside. His brown hair is streaked by the sun, and while his face, neck, hand, and feet have also known daylight, he has worn the black cassock all his days, and the rest of him is fair as the day he was born. He has a long nose, a gentle smile, and grass-green eyes. He possesses a pair of scars on his back, though his flesh has never known such wounds. For his vow of chastity, he wears simple clothing. Since he is no longer in the Abbey, he does not wear just a cassock anymore, but also has a few changes of shirts, breeches, and shoes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:14 am
Anonanimal Isaac Molineux  Username: Heretic Legend Character Name: Isaac Molineux Kingdom: Justice Occupation/Class: Knight Age: 25 Species: 1/2 Elf - 1/2 Human Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: Born to a Human father and a Elven mother, most children would make fun of him for his pointy ears, lack of height, and inability to grow facial hair. At the age of 17 he left home and ended up in the kingdom of Justice. There, he was trained in the art of swordsmanship alongside others his age, though he was the only one who excelled. At the age of 20 he began sneaking into the school of sorcery and learning from the teachers from the shadows. At the age of 24 he was inducted into the Knights of Justice, endowed with the responsibility of protecting the nobles of Justice from any harm. Weapons: Sword and Shield Powers: Ability to heal by touch (though it weakens him) Description: He stands exactly 5 feet tall with longer black hair that runs down his back. He never goes anywhere without his weaponry or armor, never knows when he will need to use it. Though he does have some different kinds of clothes that he can fit over his armor for different occasions.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:17 am
Quote: Kazuma Ikezawa  Username: Kohaku Bear Character Name: Kazuma Ikezawa Kingdom: Patience Occupation/Class: Vagabond Age: Physically 20 Chronologically 800 Species: Blessed Human Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: Kazuma was born long ago to a woman of ill-repute following the formation of the kingdoms of vice and virtue. Kazuma lived a normal life of little interest whiling away his days a failed paper merchant waiting to die. At the age of seventy Kazuma saw his end peacefully in bed, but staring into the void the paper merchant was scarred like the many who had stood on the edge before him. In his last moments he cried out to a god, to any god to spare him from death in return for eternal worship and devotion. In the twilight moments of his death he was granted life. A god, who’s identity is still a mystery to him, took pity on the pathetic old paper merchant and blessed him. With the god’s blessing Kazuma’s youth was restored and the aging process was stopped, it seemed a boundless blessing, but as these things go his blessing carried a heavy price. Kazuma spends everyday staring into the abyss of his death, stranded in the limbo of his twilight years regardless of his physical age. No matter what Kazuma does he can always feel the call of the afterlife in the back of his head. Once granted immortality Kazuma left his life as a paper merchant and became a vagabond travelling between the virtuous kingdoms. A man with no fear of time or loss learns to take his time with life enjoying many of its pleasures in slow motion. Thus Kazuma lived, two hundred years of enjoyment. But a man with no fear of time or loss lacks direction, after two hundred years of enjoyment Kazuma realized his life without conviction was worthless and he began to train. Learning the martial styles of masters in all of the virtuous kingdoms Kazuma spent many life times creating a perfect union of body, mind and soul and after another two hundred years of training he was satisfied with what he had learned and retired to the Snowdi Mountains to live his life in quiet reflection. After a short two years Kazuma again found himself bored with the solitude of his life in the mountains and resolved to return to society and gain knowledge. In the cities he learned, he read books attended universities and became a learned man. However this was not enough Kazuma’s boundless life allowed him the pleasure to learn what he wished and he took his time spending another life time devoting himself to nothing more than amassing knowledge. A man with endless life finds many conflicts in his time and Kazuma was no exception. As war came Kazuma took it upon himself to learn the arts of the sword seeing it as the weapon of balance that so reflected the perfection he patiently strived for. Upon chosing his weapon and purchasing it from a blacksmith of patience he returned to his mountain home. There he has spent the last three hundred years perfecting his swordsmanship through patient hard work he has become an impressive swordsman and with nothing more to do up in his mountain home Kazuma ventures once more into the civilized world to spend more of his eternal life. Weapons: Katana and Martial Arts Powers: Slow Healing Factor [The smaller the injury the faster the heal. For example a paper cut would take a minute to heal but an amputation would take a lifetime.], Spirit Vision [Kazuma can see ghosts, spirits etc.] Other: Kazuma is not truly immortal, he can be slain by any mortal weapon but he is invulnerable to the ravages of time and disease. Description: Because Kazuma has lived innumerable lifetimes his body is covered in scars and wounds from his many lifetimes of training. The scar on his face, received during his first lifetime, has not, and seemingly will never, heal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:22 am
Comté Bellsulion Celeb Username: Mariana Saravan  Character Name: Bellsulion (Behl-sool-ee-on) Celeb Kingdom: Avarice Occupation/Class: Prince étranger de comté Celeb (the “count” Celeb who was once a prince from another country.) Age: 1200 human years, roughly recognized as 25 dragonborn years Species: Dragonborn Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: Bellsulion was born into the “ruling” family of the Dragonborns. They are a migrant people and claim no land as their perminant home anymore, though legend tells that there used to be a home. Its just not one that Bellsulion ever saw. Though he was born into the ruling family didn’t mean that he was like the human version of nobility – it simply meant that in a fight, his family had won the rank to determine who was the Dragonborn leader for the next fifty dragonborn years. His family had held it a century of their judging prior to his birth. And when he came of age to fight (a full millennia of human years, 20 physical years to a Dragonborn) he helped them win the honor again. However, by this time, the humans (and other creatures) had created complex systems that the dragonborns found had started much like their own rankings but ended up being judged by the order someone was born. But since they belonged to no true land anymore, nor wished to, they tried to stay out of political affairs. And this worked for Bellsulion too, he kept his snout clear of as much as he could. But it seemed that someone ruling one of the kingdoms they traversed through was irritating the Dragonborn by her very presence – the Queen of Avarice – because as a Malcanthet she had turned the once submissive kingdom into something of decadence and lavish. For a while the Dragonborns tried to stay out of her way as well, knowing that it was just her natural aura that put off their bestial side though. Yet as they saw more of her brood infiltraite and upset the balance of power in a kingdom, they made a threat against her. As part of the royal family, Bellsulion supported this decision. One night, twenty six human years from the prior time, while enjoying a roasted lamb and some imported wine that was able to get him slightly disoriented (a feat, he’d assure you as his body usually uses alcohol at an extremely fast rate) he found himself tossed into a carefully laid plan of seduction. He fell pray to the Malcanthet’s charms and body. And that night he unknowingly gifted her with a son of his line. He didn’t find out until a year later, when the Dragonborns were ready to go to war with her that, in what he saw as his shameful lack of control, he’d been given a son. A half-dragonborn son at that. But by their own magic bond that span through their whole being, so long as his son Lucien resided in Avarice they could do no harm to the area in fear of harming him. After all, each dragonborn would swear as soon as they are old enough (and they are bound to their oaths through pain of death once they reach past 10 physical years) to not knowing do harm to another of their breed except for at the times of the tournament of ranking. (which is another time any dragonborn old enough to speak will swear allegiance to the family that won till the interlude of the tournament.) And since a dragonborn can not betray their oaths…they left the boy and the mother alone and left the kingdom. Except Bellsulion stayed behind. He knew the boy would be bound by the same ancient magic and would need to know about it. He took up a position, under terse agreement with the queen that he would not make threat to the lives of her family unless they threatened him first, as a Counté which gave him a position in the court and such legal presidings as they were called but gave him land to which he did not need to stay in the Malcanthet’s presence. When he felt the boy’s (Lucien’s) magic awaken he visited him to try and explain it. But by the time he had visited, the Queen already had tainted his ways. He was more carefree than his physical age should allow…and physically so old by that time. It would seem that his half-human nature gifted to him by his succubus mother had changed a many things about him. Still, he tried to teach the boy what he could before he retired out of the presences he did not trust. And it wasn’t until recently that he’d heard about the oath the boy had sworn when he was physically fifteen. Under a serious of events…that put the whole of the roaming Dragonborn population as a sort of emergency guard for the one called Dorian. Lucien had bound himself to the princess, swearing his loyalties and protection…which meant that if Dorian was in trouble, then Lucien was in trouble…and Bellsulion and the others could not knowing let harm come to Lucien despite his mother’s parentage. The damned Aliyavenya, the Malcanthet, had done right well to trick them all into securing that protection. More than even the girl who was protected would ever know because the Dragonborns do not broadcast the knowledge that they take an oath to each other as fledglings. Weapons: Good with the sword but he prefers to use his own body and strength as his only weapons Powers: He has the abilities of a full Dragonborn – a dragon from he can access at any time for any given amount of time and all that goes with that (including the ability to breath fire), he is physically enhanced compared to a human (strength even is something like x15 what a normal human can do), he can walk through fire and not get burned. Bellsulion has lenses over his eyes which, while it makes his eyes seem to “glow” or be "reptilian" in the right light, allow him to “see in the dark”, see at high levels in the air and water no matter the speed traveling and/or see a longer distance with more accuracy. And like all full Dragonborns, Bellsulion is immune to magic that is caste against him – the weakness is that he can still be affected by things that affect the environment around him to which he is susceptible. Other: his word is his law, thusly so he does not give his word out and has learned not to speak freely among the creatures (including humans) that would try to get him to promise anything. There is fifty human years for ever dragonborn year. He is also very resistant to the cold as he can fly to the point where things start to freeze in the sky. His body is probably going to feel very hot to the average person that touches him, like he's burning up with a fever. Description: Dragon FormThere is a slight resemblance between himself and his son, but for all intents and purposes Bellsulion seems what the people of most of the active countries would label as exotic. Though it’s not just from one thing so much as a combination of traits. That still does not pull from the attractiveness that many species may see. There is an air of cultured, restrained power to him and a sense that a storm is brewing inside. The muscles that are corded in his body would seem to shiver from time to time under great emotion, preparing to shift forms. He stands taller than the average man at around 6’ 5” and weighs in at a much higher level then his body would ever look.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 11:49 pm
D'Artagnan Marcellus d’Aquitaine
Rightful King of Avarice
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Character Name: D'Artagnan Marcellus d’Aquitaine
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: High King of Avarice
Age: Unknown
Species: Muse (Divine Child, Descendant of the God Talaran Aquinas)
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Bio: D'Artagnan d’Aquitaine is the eldest of three siblings, born to King Khalistice d’Aquitaine of Avarice—And Queen’s Geneviève and Francesca. His bloodline couldn’t have asked for a better son, a spitting image of his father. He was trained intensely, both in politics and the art of war from the moment he was old enough to speak… His people truly did believe in the ‘Art’ of War, choosing to fight in styles that were both graceful and swift. His child hood wasn’t necessarily the happiest… But none will ever hear a complaint from him. The highest insult, would be to insult those that gave him life—A most precious thing.
In what little free time he had, in his younger years, he enjoyed hunting, swimming, and tormenting his instructors. He was simply too quick witted for his own good. Though he studied diligently, lest he displease his father, he found politics rather unexciting and dull. It took until his late twenties to truly form an interest, and appreciate the world of the governing body. But he held strong to his father’s teachings. Every night, his father would recount some important anecdote or story with a pointed ending…D’Artagnan didn’t always grasp the meanings right away…But they prepared him to walk in his father’s footsteps later on, prepared him to rule a Kingdom fueled by greed.
For centuries, he learned the ways of his territory. Avarice has always been a center of commerce and traveling migrants, and no one thought twice about different species arriving in the capital. People came from far and wide to see the great spires of the castle glimmer in the sunlight and touch the clouds. He took the throne when his father passed due to mortal injury from a war with a neighboring Kingdom. It was a bittersweet time…An estranged time…And it wasn’t long before his advisors demanded he take a wife. At his three hundredth year, he was wed to his first lady Queen— Esmeraude.
She was of d’Aquitaine Nobility, traditionally, all spouses to the ruling power were, and beloved by those in Northern Avarice. Southern Avarice didn’t always agree with the North and vise versa…Her mere presence allowed the two sections to coexist without military occupation to ensure obedience and order.
Over the years, there were many battles—Avarice made many enemies…The King took two more wives…But none were aware of the dangers boiling beneath the city. There was a group of usurpers that would love nothing more than to see the current King deposed, and a new ruler instated. It wasn’t due to unrest, or political disagreements… It was simply about power. D'Artagnan d’Aquitaine had power in spades.
And the Cambion born, Aliyavenya, wanted it.
The succubus charmed the court, graced her way through nobility, through the most hardened of war generals without batting an eye. She could be anything they wished…Could see what they desired. She played upon the greed that ran through their veins and eventually managed to arrange a coup.
During a Masquerade celebrating their recent surplus of goods, she seduced the Lord that handled wages for the guards and knights of the Kingdom. Promised that their compensation would be tripled if they changed their banners, they turned on the d’Aquitaine rulers, and civilians in the main hall and began to slaughter every individual present with God blood in them.
Considering much of Avarice stemmed from the d’Aquitaine line, they limited their initial attack to the castle…But the damage was done. There was nowhere safe within the Kingdom for any royal or noble. Any peasant housing one would be subject to the same punishment as the persecuted—Death. Immediate, and swift.
Forced to flee the castle grounds night of the Masquerade after a long, hard battle, D'Artagnan managed to send an early warning to others of his blood—Or loyal to his reign. The word was to re-group elsewhere, and root out the spies in their ranks. In the meantime, Aliyavenya was crowned the new Queen—The Malcanthet.
The three wives of D'Artagnan were distraught, barely holding themselves together. They’d just witnessed the brutal murder of their husbands mother, and his brother. His two sisters escaped the castle…But it was unknown if they’d escaped the city alive. Their ladies in waiting, their friends, members of their own house were all killed, mercilessly.
The succubus and incubus stormed the Kingdom of Avarice not long after, their plentiful numbers filling any gaps in the battlements they’d already stolen. The King has his own personal guard still loyal, and a few other groups that that had been sent out on missions, but it was nothing with which to combat the usurpers…They were out numbered, nearly four to one.
Thusly the d’Aquitaine went underground…Using magic, glamour’s, and other tricks to hide themselves they reintegrated themselves into Avarian society. It required reinventing themselves every few decades, and moving quite frequently… Sometimes, for years, to another Kingdom…Just to keep their anonymity. After a certain point, anyone with a certain blood type, or anyone who bled red and gold was killed. After centuries, history was lost and muddled…Faces forgotten… The Malcanthet became secure in her power base, became complacent…
Eventually the legacy of the d’Aquitaine became a memory. A whisper in the darkness, something to be feared.
Their wait proved fortuitous, because birth rates of the Cambion steadily decreased over the years…Which led to fewer serving in the Queen’s army’s…Unrest started to blossom when the War with Humility began. War is not inexpensive, and one thing the people of Avarice do not like to forfeit is their wealth.
When the time was right, they struck back, and reclaimed what was theirs… The rest can be viewed and read in Dominique d’Aquitaine’s Profile.
Weapons: D'Artagnan wields a two swords—Though only ever one at a time. They are both identical, and blessed by magic to keep them from becoming brittle and oxidizing as time passes. They were made for him when he became of age, and are said to embody him entirely—All that he was, all that he ever will be. The swords are just over five feet in length, it’s overall recurved shape that of an elongated ‘S’. The handles represent half of the total length of the weapons. They are bound in leather and etched in gold with swirling, stunning patterns that represent the House Talaran, his godly ancestor.
The reason for such a long handle was to enable him to hold it with two hands. One placed behind the guard, and one by the pommel. The widely spaced grip was instructed to him, to him the maximum rotation when moving the sword through a whirling strike that is part of the distinctively d’Aquitaine attacking style.
When attacking, he would put the wide blade into an acutely angled trajectory; as his foe came within range, he would then lower his hand slightly to increase the distance that the sword tip had to travel, before bringing through the weight of the whole arm that was nearest the blade. This allowed him to slash cleanly across the body of the enemy, the enchanted steel slicing through most armor’s like soft butter—Even dragonscale. As the attack passes through the body of the enemy, he would them complete the downward sweep and rotate the grip to bring the sword around—Instantly ready for another attack.
His hand speed is exceptional, gifted through centuries of training and his own natural born talents. This makes for a devastatingly fast, powerful attack…The first an enemy would usually know of it, would be when he/she/it looked down and saw it’s entrails pooling at it’s feet.
Powers: Like most of the d’Aquitaine bloodline, he is gifted with the ability, the want to create beauty. Yet as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder—And depending on the individual, the creations vary… And depending on what they think would be beautiful, could very well be horrific to another.
He can also move objects with his mind…It is a faint form of learned psychokinesis, something that he often unconsciously utilizes for menial things, such as shutting or opening doors. It is called ψυχήκίνησις in the oldest tongue.
Other: The d’Aquitaine are graceful, fluid beings whose every action is neither stiff nor heavy. Their breathing is centered in their lower abdomen. They tend to be grounded from the waist down, yet light and free from the waist up. No matter the diluted amount of god blood within them-- It still marks them with the Grace of Aquinas.
They are very holistic fighters, and are taught at a young age to fully engage their senses—Especially when in combat. Their movements are circular, evasive, and deceptive—Employing spiraling deflections that flow into lightening-fast slicing attacks. There is a faintly…Magical, sleight of hand quality to their fighting techniques. They do not always look directly at their enemies—Instead taking in their surroundings as a whole. It can be almost be called a kind of moving meditation.
Family Structure: The King is married to three women. This is a common practice for the people in the Kingdom of Avarice...(Go figure, they're the Kingdom of Greed.) The Queens view themselves as sisters, that just so happen to be married to the same man. There is little jealousy between them, and there never really was any--Even when the marriages were new. They are saddened by the small loss of time they will have with the King-- But gaining a new sister is worth such a loss.
Not all married groups work the same way in Avarice...Some wives do not see other wives as siblings-- But lovers. And husbands, vice versa. Marriage is a very sacred act that is not undertaken lightly. Often for the common individual, their first marriages are arranged by their parents. Even for a royal, that may still be the case.
In most families with more than one father or mother, the identity of the child's biological mother and father is left unknown to the public. For instance, Dominique is the child of D'Artagnan and one of the three Queen's of Avarice. It was never made public knowledge who birthed her...They secluded themselves once it was necessary to keep such facts hidden. As far as society is concerned, they are all her mother. They have all raised her as such...And a little magic, may have indeed ensured that truly, they are all her mother.
Description: D'Artagnan, or as close friends may call him, Arta, is a very tall man—Standing an imposing 1.8 meters. His countenance is not unlike his ancestors, beyond the normal level of handsome and effortlessly wise. A mere nod, from him is enough to make most woman, and many men fall all over themselves… He holds himself with the carriage of a well raised noble, with an ever solemn expression. It is one that rarely cracks, unless it is for his wives, or daughter. His hair is sun kissed, skin a soft tan—Eyes the color of a new twilight. Somewhere between lapis lazuli and indigo-black.
Before becoming King, he was a well known ambassador in this cycle. He is known for his fairness, and good monetary advice. As the King of Avarice he is known for taking no pity on his enemies, and for keeping his word. The only viable weakness he seems to have are the women in his life…Wives and child, they are the only one’s to elicit an ounce of mercy. He takes no quarter with the Cambion. They all, must die—Or flee the Kingdom.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:39 am
Esmeraude Babineaux d’Aquitaine
Queen of Avarice [Master of Healing]
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Character Name: Esmeraude Babineaux d’Aquitaine
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: First Queen of Avarice/Master of Healing
Age: Unknown
Species: Muse
Gender: Female
Sex: Up for Speculation
Bio: The first lady love of the heir apparent D’Artagnan of Avarice. They first met when we he was on a hunt in Northern Avarice. The story is as old as waves crashing to the shore… They met in a crowded ball room, her mother dangling her like a jewel on a golden string to every available bachelor, touting her praises and the ridiculously large dowry that would accompany her hand.
Her family was one of the more prominent, holding one of the few pure bloodlines left from the days of old. They were technically famers, but this was only a technicality… Most of the realm was fed by what their workers harvested, much of the wealth coming from bartering between other Kingdoms. They ran the marketplace with an iron first, controlling the prices of all things grain, fruit, and vegetable related.
Fleeing the side of her kin at the earliest possible convenience, she met another that had decided for the night to shirk his duties. They spoke and laughed, the stoic Prince smiling more than he could recall…Esmeraude, his little Esme, was a breath of fresh air, and suddenly the light at the end of a very long tunnel.
Historians would say that Esmeraude was the reason that Avarice lived in relative peace for centuries, her ties to the North, uniting the South. She also gave D’Artagnan the drive to be the man he was born to be—To be the King he was destined to be. He wanted to be everything to her, provider, husband, lover, and Lord… And he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint her.
They courted for a few decades, a short amount of time by muse standards, and were betrothed to wed as soon as their parents could come to a mutually beneficial agreement. Sadly their union did not take place before King Khalistice passed—But it was still a realm wide, joyous occasion.
Further details about the rise and the fall of the d’Aquitaine reign can be found in both Dominique’s profile, and D'Artagnan.
Weapons: She does not use weapons, and holds the belief that women were not meant for the battlefield…Over the years she has come to understand that it is necessary to learn to defend themselves…But she still prefers to do so, without steel. Feminine wiles, work just as well.
Powers: Like most Muses, she can create things—But she is not as gifted in that area as D'Artagnan…Her mother blamed it on the fact that she was born under waxing moons. The blood of the god Talaran runs through her veins, though it isn’t entirely as pure as that which runs through the King… Generations of mixing the blood lines to reduce the chance of deformed offspring eliminated even the slightest chance of inbreeding. But because of this her constructs are often short lived, or take too much concentration to maintain. But where she fails in this aspect, she is well gifted with elemental magic. Water and Nature are her specialty’s.
Other: She seems to have a natural charm that draws others towards her. She could dress like a beggar, covered in soot, and even still, men would throw themselves at her feet. She is beloved by the North, their lady of fortune. Women in the South however, often call her a witch, because of how thoroughly she ensnared their King. She has many magical gifts in healing, aside from plant life, however, she has no equal when it comes to her knowledge of medicine and the mortal condition. Though the d'Aquitaine don't easily fall ill...Their soldiers do get injured.
She has studied for years, different theories of medicine, such as humorism and systematic dissections. She has many herbal remedies for infection and other ailments that can be stored in large quantities, and given to those who lack the funds for a formal healer. Or in the event that a magical healer is not available...Though with the War currently being fought, both her magical and practical healing skills are in great demand... She also deals with illnesses of the mind.
Description: She tends to wear soft, flowing clothing that hugs her perfect form. She takes joy in taking something that might not have been lovely, but in her grasp—Is the envy of all. Her hair is dark, evidence of her mixed blood, but her eyes are a particular shade of green that she was named after—Emerald. They seem to shimmer and change, ranging from light to dark as her mood wills it.
Esme can be kind, but she always has a vicious streak a courtyard long. If wronged, she will react fiercely. Especially when it comes to her family, and her sister Queens. Out of all of the King’s wives, she is the most spit fire-- The one with the sharpest tongue.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 3:45 am
Dyanna Arcenau d’Aquitaine
Queen of Avarice [Supreme Commander of Avarician Army’s and Vice Marshal to D’Artagnan]
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 Character Name: Dyanna Arcenau d’Aquitaine
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Second Queen of Avarice [Supreme Commander of Avarician Army’s and Vice Marshal to D’Artagnan]
Age: Unknown
Species: Muse (If there is anything else mixed in, the royal family has not disclosed.)
Gender: Female
Sex: Up for Speculation
Bio: Though formally listed as the Second Queen of Avarice…The fact that she was wed to the King after Esmeraude, does not detract from her power in the realm, or her Sovereignty. All wives or consorts to the King are treated with equal respect and dignity. By marrying into the royal family, she has become a sister to her fellow Queen who simply happens to be married to the same man. The practice of polygamy is common in the area, and especially common to those with the blood of Aquinas. It is firmly part of their belief structure, part of the doctrine.
Before marrying D’Artagnan…Dyanna Arcenau was already known to the people as the Vice Marshal for the King, and his best friend for several hundred years. It is common for King’s of d’Aquitaine to wed their Vice Marshal. There are few, aside from their other Lady Queen’s that they have a closer emotional connection to. There are mystical vows that are formally taken, that bind them to their King against all others.
Dyanna was tasked with protecting D’Artagnan at all costs, and served as the head of his personal guard. She was born from a noble family and grew up with the King, expect when her training took her away. Her father was a dear friend and council member to the d’Aquitaine family. She now serves three roles in the hierarchy… First and foremost she is Queen. Second, she is the Supreme Commander for the Avarian Crown. This means that she handles the allocation of the Kingdom’s vast army, weapon distribution, the legal draft age—And much more. She can be a very busy woman.
The King may veto her decisions at any time, unless it would place him in direct harm, however, this is rarely done… All of her choices made regarding the Kingdom are made through council agreement and the consent of the King. She has taken an oath as a Marshal to obey the King with perfect trust, and as his Queen to obey with perfect love.
She will remain in this position, until a Child of d’Aquitaine is crowned…And their own Vice Marshal will take her place as protector to the new liege and Supreme Commander.
Dyanna if the fire, all passion, the independent Queen. Her tongue is not nearly as sharp as Esme’s, because she has since learned the necessity of holding it. But when she speaks, it is important that she is listened to. She loves her sisters Esmeraude and Isabeau as if they were blood related. There may be the occasional spat between them…But for the most part they enjoy one another’s company to the fullest. Having been part of the family for centuries now, they’ve long since settled into a loving, accepting way of life. They know one another, inside and out.
Weapons: Prefers long white handled knives over a sword—Though most forms of steel she picks up, she is proficient with. It has been her life’s work to understand weaponry, and know that she dare not pick it up—If she doesn’t intend to use it.
Powers: The blood of the god Talaran runs through her veins, though just like the other Queens it isn’t pure… Generations of mixing the blood lines to reduce the chance of deformed offspring has eliminated even the slightest chance of inbreeding…But unlike Esmeraude, her constructs that she creates as a muse are exceedingly powerful. It does not seem to matter how much god-blood runs through the people’s veins but their own natural aptitude. She also possesses immense physical strength, more than most men thrice her size. Aside from her constructs, she has no other forms of magic at her disposal.
Other: Dyanna is portrayed as being modest, well mannered, traditional, and aristocratic, but she can also appear snobbish at times... She does not approve of an Assassin being a Vice Marshal to her daughter. Her terribly proper accent is evidence of her patrician and formal upbringing. She doesn’t mean to sound as callous as she can occasionally come across, but she is very blunt and never sugar coats anything. Her usually cool, collected demeanor can be broken by some things…But for the most part, she is unnervingly calm. She, like Esme, can also be very brutal when she feels that anyone or anything she cares for is in danger, such as her King, Sisters, or their child, of whom she is very protective… She simply wants what is best for her family and Kingdom. And is willing to do anything to make that happen.
Description: She is the only Queen to prefer armor of dresses. Over the years she has managed to combine the two so that she meets the feminine world, as well as the world that pertains to her Commander duties. She is never seen without the twin sheathes that hold her blessed white knives. Her expression can seem exceedingly severe…But that is only because she feels the need to try and maintain order.
She has served as the primary tutor for Dominique d’Aquitaine’s fighting prowess since the girl was old enough to hold a practice sword-- Much to Esme's dismay, who has tried to teach the girl that feminine wiles are the way to go.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 4:47 am
Isabeau Laurent d’Aquitaine
Third Queen of Avarice [Minister of Intelligence]
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 Character Name: Isabeau Laurent d’Aquitaine
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Third Queen of Avarice [Minister of Intelligence]
Age: Unknown [Thought to be significantly younger than Dyanna & Esme]
Species: Unknown—Thought by the people to be of Aquinas
Gender: Female
Sex: Up for Speculation
Bio: Just as with the second Queen of Avarice, the third Queen holds just as power as the first. Isabeau is a odd case…She appeared to the King D'Artagnan during a campaign abroad against Humility where it appeared he and his company may lose. She was small, improperly dressed and nearly frost bitten from the cold. Her accent is strange, and not typical of Avarice. She came to the King bearing a vision…At first he didn’t believe her words, thinking her an ill young woman, though struck with her beauty and soft voice…She could only recall her name, and the vision she’d come so far to share.
He sent for his first wife, Esme, to evaluate her.
While waiting, he had soldiers send for food and furs…They placed her by the fire and made sure she was taken care of. As a society filled with voracity…They had no want to see a young woman suffer unnecessarily. The King took care of his subjects, and in turn, be believed they would take care of and obey him. Isabeau spoke to him then of things she could not know…Things that the King knew to be true.
She informed him that due to Humility’s close relationship with the flora and fauna around them…If they attacked in the cold months…They would lose. The trees would fill the pass not five miles away, and would not grant them passage with the snow blocking the way. They would bottleneck there and be forced to turn around…In doing so, they would be like fish in a barrel for Humilitian soldiers stationed on the cliffs... Hidden with magic. If they didn’t find another way…A storm would come through, and freeze them all to death. The young woman claimed to have seen the outcome, if the King continued on this path… So the King called in Dyanna, his second wife as well, considering she in the Supreme Commander.
They agreed to send a small party to the pass—Just to be on the safe side. The party did indeed bottleneck… And from there, the soldiers from the warring Kingdom picked off those that had tried to pass through the trees one by one. Colder winds blew, and convinced Dyanna and the King to turn around. The young woman was given the option to follow along… And she chose to, not knowing where she hailed from.
Esmeraude announced that the young woman had amnesia—And not a fortnight later decided that Isabeau would stay with herself and Dyanna until she recalled herself. The women became fast friends…And they soon discovered she had very thorough precognitive abilities. Depending on the species of the target, she could even read minds. Due to this the King occasionally depended on her, used her as a consultant for many years whilst they waited for her memory to return…Which never came.
Eventually the King and Isabeau fell in love, and were wed—Much to the pleasure of Dyanna and Esmeraude. The former Queen’s had both grown to love the seemingly innocent girl deeply. They were now a triumvirate…The powerful, lovely, Lady Queen’s of Avarice.
Weapons: Rarely uses them, but she does prefer a bow and arrow out of any available. Her aim in uncanny… Almost as if she can see her target before it arrives. She wears a silver clip in her long flaxen hair, that when removed, becomes a bow and a quiver full of seemingly limitless arrows.
Powers: She has precognitive abilities that manifest themselves as needed. Sometimes it is random… And other times she can invoke them deliberately. The royal family believes that she is part muse, or some kind of sorceress, because she seems to be able to influence the weather. It is easiest for her to make it snow. Her psychic prowess is unmatched by most, but it still has it’s downfalls. Sometimes touching an item that was involved in a violent act, like a sword or shield will place her in the victims body…Allowing her to relive the final moments. Other times her visions will manifest as horrible, disturbing, and sometimes even bloody nightmares.
She can only read the minds of some individuals…They’d once thought that it was species selective…But that seems not to be the case. She can read Dyanna and Dominique, but not Esme or the King. When it is available, it is helpful.
Other: Isabeau is a soft, gentle young woman. She’s spent much of her life learning things from Dyanna and Esmeraude. She remembers nothing from before meeting the King's riding party.They are her family—Her sisters. The King saved her from being left for dead, frozen in the snow…She held a great respect for him, that eventually blossomed into fondness and then love. Love was…Not a necessity when it came to Avarian marriages…But it certainly didn’t hurt. She revels in small things, like music, or dancing in the rain. She rarely complains about anything… But she is always the first to know when something isn’t right.
Sometimes her visions are clear… Sometimes they aren’t. But the royal family is grateful that they have them at all to avoid some troublesome events. Isabeau feels endless guilt for the downfall of the d’Aquitaine. The Malcanthet treachery was not something she had foreseen… And often views their loss and heartache as her fault.
Description: As previously stated, she is soft and gentle. She always worries for others before herself. She spends much of her time in the chapel, praying for the safety of the King and Dyanna when they are out on an important campaign…She always hopes to have visions before anything terrible can take place. She follows the lead of the elder two Queens and hasn’t seemed to age a day since the King first found her.
She loves to paint, to sing and laugh. She thoroughly disagrees with sending Dominique to Veritas. She believes that though Avarice is torn…They could better protect their child. Isa never loses her temper…But if something pushes her to that point—The fall out is spectacular. The King’s ears were ringing for weeks at that decision.
It helps her that the little princess sends regular ravens.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 11:48 pm
Quote: Autumn Bellerose  Username: Scarlet Electra 132 Character Name: Autumn BelleroseKingdom: Hubris Occupation/Class: Countess Age: 24 Species: Human Gender: FemaleSex: StraightBio: Personality…
She has contempt for those who would back down from what is theirs, be it fights, a war, possessions, or the correct opinion in an argument and even sometimes what they only believe is theirs. Though she is only average height, she has this way of still managing to look down on someone. She is a bit of a b***h but she has her nice side too and is a loyal and trustworthy friend and ally. However, she hates to lose in anything, having a fierce competitive side and a streak of pride more than a mile wide. It interferes with her social life sometimes as she is a sore loser, hating to admit to any wrong she might have committed or even that it was wrong at all.
Her crazy is going to be hallucinations. She suffers from them in phases of quite frequent to once in a blue moon. Because she has suffered from them since she was small, she is pretty good at distinguishing them from real life but sometimes this leads her to seem as if she is distant or ignoring someone because she mistakens them for an illusion. She is also pretty apt at hiding their existence to her a secret except in the cases when she is having some really bad delusion, she cannot hide those well.
She didn’t have many friends when she was very small because of her hallucinations. The outcome of this is that she feels the world might be judging her and she must be the best possible role model, including hiding her problem. This is part of the reason why her pride is so forthcoming. If there is even the suggestion that she is in the wrong, that she is somehow broken, she becomes defensive, not believing that it is a problem but just another aspect of her life. She grew up on the assumption that if she wanted anything, it was hers to earn and that no one would give it to her.
She grew up with her parents that taught her and ‘trained’ her to be the perfect young lady, always encouraging her to hide her hallucinations. Her mother was unsympathetic and would hear nothing of her daugher’s woes, however, her father would sit with her, even in the dead of night, should the phantoms not leave her be but chased sleep away. Because of this, she has often feels the coldness any female presents as normal but meets it with equal coldness. In fact, she meets most females with mild coldness, as she feels that is what is expected. Males she tends to trust a bit more quickly than women, and does not meet them with such a harsh demeanor because of her father being the rather friendly parent.
She has a fiancé that her parents love. He was a childhood sweetheart of hers but they have both rather fallen out of their infatuation. He stays because he wants the title, status, and money that will come with the marriage…she stays because she is stubborn and does not want to admit defeat of any form…including failure at this engagement. Her parents love him(the fiancé, James) because they found someone that will love/take care, accept their daughter and her hallucinations…except that he doesn’t know about them though Autumn is the only one that knows that little tid bit. James is a bit of a womanizing charmer who likes to chase skirts. It is part of the reason that they find each other distasteful now, they spend absolutely no time together and do not enjoy each other’s company. Their marriage has been delayed many times.Weapons: She keeps one dagger concealed in her boot and one concealed on a guarder on her right leg. Powers: NoneOther: none I guess?Description: She stands about 5”5’. Her eyes are ice blue and her skin is pale white. Her hair is a shock white and flows straight down to her waist though she usually wears it up in a high pony tail. Her typical outfit consists of black leather boots up to her knees which conceal her knife and a dress that flows down to the floor though is very slim fitting.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 12:04 am
Quote: Jade Aldrich  Username: Xx The Black Diamond xX Character Name: Jade Aldrich Kingdom: Humility Occupation/Class: Peasant Age: Looks 21, but is really 147. Species: Lycan Gender: Female Sex: Bi Bio: Jade was born in a small village on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Humility—one of the more rustic, out in the country areas of the kingdom. The village was a safe haven for her kind and where her pack resided. Her village lived in peace for over a hundred years—in which time she’d matured to age 21 and then stopped physically showing age progression—until recently. A strange illness has swept through her village, taking many people within its grasp. A few have fallen victim to its deadly ways already; the others are gravely ill. No one knows how much longer they can hold out. Now, Jade is in search of a cure to help her village—her family. She hopes that Veritas might possible have a cure or might know where to find one. And so, here she is. Weapons: A simple pair of throwing sais Powers: She doesn’t really have “powers”, per say. Just the normal abilities for a Lycan—very good endurance and stamina, speed and strength beyond that of a humans, fast healing abilities, and the ability to shift into a wolf form. Other: Not that I can think of. Description: Jade has long, wavy blonde hair down to her mid-back. She doesn’t tie it back or anything, just leaves it free to do whatever it pleases. Her eyes are a soft brown and always seem to have a twinkle of liveliness to them. She’s pretty tall, but not extremely so—probably around 6’ to 6’2”. She’s a little bit pale, since she prefers to be out in the evening or after the sun sets. Jade has nice, full, pink lips that often form a bright and kind smile, though they are not too big. Her body is shapely, yes, but she does not show this off too much. Her usual form of dress is form-fitting, but covering, for the most part. It’s earthy-toned and not too attention-grabbing. Usually, it consists of a long, flowing skirt and a long-sleeved peasant’s blouse with a bodice, boots on her feet. That’s about it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 12:08 am
Quote: Owen Dunne  Username: Mjem Character Name: Owen Dunne Kingdom: Humility Occupation/Class: Knight Age: 23 Species: Woodland Elf Gender: Male Sex: Bisexual Bio: Owen was born like most dryad type beings, through the trees. A miracle of nature for a human to be born, or found-left in the woods by unwilling parents- and for the forest to nurture the child into a strong adult. There aren't many like Owen, he is completely unaware of his biological parents. He has always called the forest his father and the earth his mother; others like him are known to him as siblings. At a young age, Owen learned the language of the trees and began to discover ways of using them to his advantage. The forest taught him of the old ways and the faerie folk that ruled the Earth. Of the Tuatha Dé Danaan, of Dagda, the good king. He became very faithful to their ways. Completely unaware of the existence of the world just outside his arbor kingdom, he often played tricks on a lone passerby. If someone were to try and cut down a tree in his forest, however, they wouldn't leave the forest. After an oftentimes lonely childhood, Owen stumbled outside of the woods to find a kingdom, Humility. Almost naked, and completely savage, Owen was placed before the king. The choice: destroy him, or culture him. Generosity won and Owen was allowed to learn spoken language, and writing. He was a ward of the crown. By the age of 16 he was officially placed as a squire. As the years progressed and tasks were completed, Owen's loyalty to his nation grew, as did his rank. By the time Owen became a knight, he was a skilled spearman and swordsman; as well as a fiercely loyal gentryman. First the forest, and then the royal infantry taught Owen to be a ferocious opponent in battle. His skill with a sword or spear was complimented by his knowledge of the terrain and willingness to please. Losing his ward status when he became of age may have taken away his direct access to the king, but it did not remove the king's favor toward his tree-child, which may have caused some unrest with the rest of the royal family. Weapons: Halberd, short sword Powers: limited manipulation of plant life. i.e. flowers sprout where he walks, persuades plants to grow faster. He describes it as talking with the flowers and asking them for favors. Other: Owen is always barefoot. His eyes are an unnatural shade of dark green. Although he is very expressive in the face, Owen is not a talker. He is somewhat of a kind hearted person, but can turn out to be a very fierce warrior and shouldn't be taken lightly. He follows the Tuatha Dé Danaan and openly worships them. He is a protector of nature at heart, the forest is his only weakness, particularly his forest. Description: Owen does not keep his hair long, rather keeps it cropped moderately short. Common sense told him that in battle, long hair would only serve as a handle. He is generally weighed down by a steel breastplate and an ornate helmet. This is generally the only armor he wears, aside from upper leg padding and a cloth shirt.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 12:56 am
Quote: Keirnan Dysis  Username: x-Patiently_Waiting-x Character Name: Keirnan Dysis Kingdom: Patience Occupation/Class: Monk Age: 70 Species: Human Gender: Male Sex: Gay Bio: In the mountains of Patience lies a monastery, where men and women train daily to reach perfection. These monks are different than the traditional sorts, instead of just slaving away over scriptures, they are wise enough to know that true enlightenment comes from the union of the Mind, the Body, and the Spirit. Daily they train hoping to reach the point where there body is in perfect balance. Some find this order, others are born into it. Keirnan was one of the few who was born into this order of monks. His parents attempting an experiment to see if the merging of spirit and body that happens in creation also causes the merging of minds. In that sense he was an accident, but he was still loved, for everyone was loved there. There is no hate on the road to enlightenment. Like every other child born in the monastery, Keirnan was given the change to leave, a chance he passed up. He enjoyed the training that they gave him, her strived to reach the balance they talked about. Eternal peace, could such a thing exist? For Keirnan it could and still can. His first trials were easy, for he is truly connected to his mind, body, and spirit. He is now facing one of his hardest tasks, the trail of humanity. For it he must leave his home in the mountains to make a difference in the world. Few monks make it to this stage, and the fact that he reached it at such and age is quite impressive on its own. He would head to veritas's castle, he decided. There was a gathering of the kingdoms there, he would help them find peace. For helping them find peace would help him find peace as well. Weapons: Staff and his body (martial arts) Powers: Keirnan has access to healing abilities, though he is not a great healer. He also is ageless though this is mostly because of his training not because of his magic. Other: Because of his training, sleeping eating and drinking are no longer neccessities. He is human however which means sickness and poison can affect him, and he can also be injured. Description: He is tall 6' 2" to be exact. Because of his tall stature and how muscular his body is he can be imposing sometimes. He is completely bald, and has not hair on his body, though this is for personal reasons. He wears light pants and arm bandages and when he feels like it a shirt, but the less clothing to restrict his movement the better.
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