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 Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 1:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 8:32 am
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 And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner’s hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.’
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.
‘God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!--
Why look’st thou so?’--With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross
✧ ✦ ✧ I T E M ✧ ✦ ✧
Astrolabe stolen on a smuggler's ship. Papa Teribault took the dirty
and tarnished astrolabe as a trophy for his final galley sacking. He then gifted
the astrolabe to his only son, Julian, upon his promotion from Line Officer to
Field Grade Officer.
✧ ✦ ✧ G R I M M ✧ ✦ ✧
Julian is the only son to a Baron and Baroness who live to serve the Imperial Guard's
Navy. Both Grandfather, Father and Son have made a career out of the Navy and
don't appear to be ending their terms. Julian obtained the Putesco as a gift
from his father on promotion. A promotion he's been dreading as it takes him
away from the docks and places him in war councils for talks of tactics. He
will be boarded for the Operations Officer slot in Mishkan's war council.
✧ ✦ ✧ P L A G U E ✧ ✦ ✧
Servos in Nature. Lyra is inquisitive in nature with a touch of wanderlust.
She fits perfectly in Julian's journey and wishes to aid in any way she can,
despite how infuriating her grimm can be. Eventually she will gain confidence
of her own and branch off much like Julian did from his own family to find a
career where she can make a difference. Oh yeah, and she's a pile of snark.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 8:34 am
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XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ PLAGUE DOCTOR POST ✧ his soft whispers are the law
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ WELCOME ✧ this is who we are, this is what we're here for
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ NAVIGATION ✧ don't stray far, there are monsters in the deep
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ GUIDELINES ✧ mind your manners
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ ASTROLABE ✧ i was beautifully marred and forever changed
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ LYRA ✧ i hear your stories and crave for more, let me join you
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ JULIAN ✧ protect him, i thought, feeling safe in his presence
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ HISTORY ✧ millions of paths leading to the same now
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ COMMAND ✧ he was fearsome and kind
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ FAMILY ✧ soft brush and accepting with love
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ CONNECT ✧ i just met you, and this is crazyBWAHAHAHAHA TOROLOLOLO
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ TIMELINE ✧ starry night, hold me tight
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ BOWSPRIT ✧ we all feel the spray of the ocean, clinging to our skin
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ GALLERY ✧ pretty paintings, memories in color
XXXXXXXX✧ ✦ ✧ THANK YOU ✧ without you, i'd be lost
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:19 am
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xxxxxx ✧THE ITEM✧
xxxxxAn Astrolabe is an elaborate inclinometer, historically used by astronomers,
xxxxxnavigators, and astrologers. Its many uses include locating and predicting
xxxxxthe positions of the Sun, Moon, planets, and stars, determining local time given
xxxxxlocal latitude and vice-versa, surveying, triangulation, and to cast horoscopes.
xxxxxAstrolabes were further developed in the medieval era when astronomers introduced
xxxxxangular scales to the astrolabe, adding circles indicating azimuths on the
xxxxxhorizon. It was widely used chiefly as an aid to navigation for religious purposes.
xxxxxAstrolabes were used to find the times of sunrise and the rising of fixed stars, to help
xxxxxschedule morning prayers.
xxxxxx ✧THE HISTORY✧
xxxxxThe worn astrolabe once belonged to the navigator of a small ship. The ship
xxxxxworked under the guise of a merchant's ship catering to Shyregoed
xxxxxand Mishkan. En route the ship would board several Ecaran refugees, seeking
xxxxxsafety from the plague on Panymium's shore. In doing so most of the crew had
xxxxxalready become infected with the plague.
xxxxxThe astrolabe rested against her navigator's chest as sores began to develop
xxxxxand grime built up on her tarnished body. The ship nor her crew members
xxxxxwere fit to re-enter Panymium as they would become ground zero to an outbreak.
xxxxxDuring a routine check the ship was claimed infested, all nonessential hands
xxxxxfled from the rotting scene and the ship was easily sacked. The Astrolabe was
xxxxxfound on the deck, dropped by her navigator in a final sprint to the ocean.
xxxxxShe was claimed then by Captain August Teribault as a trophy to his final
xxxxxnaval act of security.
xxxxxYears passed and the Astrolabe sat, shuffled from office to council room.
xxxxxUntouched, tarnished and unclean. The plague that littered her surface
xxxxxwas unnoticeable next to the grime and dirt. And she there she stayed.
xxxxxCaptain August Teribault had a single son, following in his footsteps. He
xxxxxclimbed the ranks quickly and soon he would be taking the same step August had the
xxxxxday he claimed the astrolabe as his prize. The boy, Julian, had been born into
xxxxxhis naval career as a navigator like his father before him. It seemed a fitting
xxxxxgesture to pass his memento to his son.
xxxxxJulian took the astrolabe gratefully, the sentiment not lost on him. To this day
xxxxxhe remains none the wiser to just what lies within.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:25 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:26 am
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xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Name Captain Julian Estiné Teribault
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Sex Male
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Age 37
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Birth Place Afron.
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Current Residence
✧ ✦ ✧ xxxxx Julian travels often although his home and estate sit perched in the city of Afron. Over the course of a
✧ ✦ ✧ xxxxx year he may travel between Eule, Ashcroft and Afron as required for his command- otherwise until
✧ ✦ ✧ xxxxx recent events he is on the sea.
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Faction Imperial Guard – Naval detachment
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Appointment Fleet Commander awaiting promotion to Tactical Staff [S-3 Operations Shop].
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ Appearance
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ His physique is toned and streamlined like a well-oiled machine. His muscular build prevents Julian from
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ appearing gangly despite standing tall at six feet. Years on the sea have left his skin reddened and
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ bronzed, cracked by salt water and assaulted by the sun. In short Julian is weathered. Despite his dark
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ complexion, his hair is a tarnished gold- bright against the surrounding ocean and easy to see even
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ from a distance. His eyes, a stormy grey, are a little sunken, beaten by the wind and sun. Both his hair
xxxxx✧ ✦ ✧ and eyes are distinct familial traits.
✧ ✦ ✧ Personality
As the only son in his family, Julian has craved his father's attention from a young age. He lived for his father. When his father was at sea, Julian would take wooden boats and run to the shoreline; enacting tales of naval battles and pretending to rescue his sisters from monsters of the deep. And whenever he returned, Julian would thrive under the praise and care the man lavished on his boy. He would do anything to feel those weathered and calloused hands ruffled his hair when he climbed into his father's lap. As he aged, Julian devoured the ships' logs of his father's expeditions. Soon it became apparent that he would follow in his father's footsteps, combing diligently through training manual to ensure his entrance into the imperial guard. This greedy fire for success did not dwindle with age. Luckily for Julian, his mother taught him moderation even as his father stoked the fires of ambition.
To Julian, the world is a series of data points: facts, concrete needs, requirements to exist. On ship the mission, weather, his men, food, security, communication: these are all that matter in his world of logic and rational thought. Thankfully Julian possesses a startling mental agility, allowing him to process facts quickly and react with an almost gut instinct. However, because of this, he is exceedingly focused and driven, keeping eye on everything to make sure it is running systematically and according to plan. His life has become a matter of attaining these data points. With the command of his own ship comes the need to know everything that happens on his ship, not only that which he can see. This is his command philosophy: always present.
Although Julian is well aware of his command position, he does not see himself as above those of a lower rank. This makes Julian somewhat of an oddity among his peers: he believes that all ranking officers should know how to carry out the tasks of even the lowest ranked cabin boy. His leadership requires this knowledge to extrapolate effects any command he gives will have on his team. This need dovetails back to his inherent greed for knowledge in general. It can safely be said that as a Captain Julian is aware and knowledgeable of the history and status of every man on his ship.
This personal requirement to know all about his crew is not compassion. Julian is a harsh Captain. To him the mission is paramount and any hint of endangering that success will be dealt with in a punishment proportional to the misdemeanor. Julian sees the larger picture and insures the men below him are aware of it as well. The men on his ship embody the ability to successfully complete a mission. No jeopardization of that is permitted. He encouraged the picture of him as the harshest captain, needing that healthy balance of fear and respect from his crew in order to function. He holds this view still as a fleet commander. although, he remains the captain of a galley, Julian also now controls a force of 12 other ships. Hundreds of lives are now directly under his thumb and, instead of crippling under the pressure, he thrives.
Despite his stringent command policies, Julian easily recognizes when that harsh leadership is needed or when it is time for merriment and fun. Socially, Julian is actually well-adapted. Due to careful upbringing, mostly from his social butterfly of a mother, he is a genuinely warm soul with a clear definition of when to don and drop his cloak of command. Even a private would be invited to share a drink and a meal with him once at dock. Julian is always concerned for the greater good; he has a strong desire to be well-received and excels in bringing the best out of others. At times he can be boisterous and overly merry should the ale be particularly free-flowing that night. However, even while inebriated he will maintain polite demeanor- just a bit louder and more wobbly than normal.
Generally, Julian enjoys crowds so he can hear stories and learn about people. Reading his father’s ship logs as a boy has given him an insatiable hunger for story after story, embellished or not. However, he is not a storyteller. Julian could not bear if he were somehow to spread misinformation and believes any attempt to tell his own stories would be seen as gloating. He prides himself on being an honest man and has never been known to lie. Facts are sacred objects to him and due to this he has always been a blunt man during command and catastrophically forward in a social setting. This lends him a certain kind of charm charm. Julian is an acquired taste.
Well-rounded in intelligence and compassion, Julian seeks adventure in his life and to attain the success his father enjoyed. Despite his determination, he never lets that goal get in the way of genuinely enjoying life. His moral compass will always point true north and he truly believes in a black and white life: good or evil only, even when there should be shades of gray. Time will only tell what his new political infused position will bring. |
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:29 am
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xxxxx ✧ A Short Tale ✧
From a young age, Julian has been enamored with his father’s gallivant in naval affairs. He’s read his logs on training and mission sets into the ocean and since infancy has been spoon-fed tales of monsters from the deep. Heroic men taking charge of the sea and taming the ocean- an impossible feat at best but one that sounds nice in the songs of a bard. He was fast learner and his comprehensive curve has always been steep however he’s conquered it with relative ease.
As a child he has been conditioned to take command and follow in his fathers foot steps, a quest he took on happily. Julian has always held a creative imagination, often reenacting stories from his father's travels at sea with a healthy mix of folklore and legends. His main defendant would be his younger sister- dragging her chubby hand in his to the yard of his estate and fight off devils from the ocean in order to protect her. Toy boats were made to float in the water, raced to see which one would win as they were tugged down the stream. When it was time to study, his mind was often galavanting in waves of his mind and he was often punished for day dreaming.
Julian has always had a healthy relationship with his siblings. He teased his eldest sister in his youth and she would respond with equal measures torment. His relationship with his younger sister was very different. She was the infant of the family and was to be protected at all costs. As they aged, the relationship between Johanna and Julian grew unto something stronger, they maintain playful banter but do care for one another, and Giselle is still seen as the infant. Although it infuriates her, Julian and Johanna save her no expense in expressing just how little they still see her.
Julian's mother has always nurtured him but did not err on the side of soft when punishments were to be reigned. She was strong with all three of her children and proved a perfect combination to them as how a mother should act. Nurture while allowing her children to fall and injure themselves, life lessons were taught in full. She was compassionate but strong even with the Steward that sought over the estate while Julian's father was training or at sea.
His father climbed the ranks in the Mishkan Naval branch of the Imperial guard at a steady pace. By the time Julian enlisted into the Imperial Guard, his father was already a commander of the Afron fleet. For Julian, military service had leveled the playing ground from the step up his family’s estate had once lent. Officership was an exciting expedition he embraced head on. When he turned 20 years of age he was given his first executive officer position as a navigator. He aided in the Galley Captain’s tactical choices whilst at sea acting as an invaluable asset to the greater effort of Panymese Security.
Julian spent three years in service as an executive officer he was promoted to command his own Galley. Achieving Captain of his own ship at the young age of 23 was no small achievement. He spent four years serving as Captain, his tactical proficiency making him one of the strongest captains in the fleet. He was respected for his audacity and competency at sea and equally feared for the stories of his iron fisted command methods. Julian was the first to be selected to lead a raid or boarding for smugglers and hostile thieves. His proficiency lead to success and he was ushered into the position of Afron Fleet Commander at 31 years of age.
There he was awarded distinguishable military service awards and medals for his efforts on the Mishkan front. During his six-year tenure he was successful for 87 smuggling ships be piracy or efforts of global trade despite the closed ports of Panymium, and countless accounts of illegal immigration seeking sanctuary from plague torn countries off the western sea.
Now at 37 years of age he is in the process to promotion to join as one of the youngest staff tactician. With this promotion comes a hefty change in lifestyle. As a line officer much of his life was spent aboard a ship. Now he’s transitioning from a life on the ocean to journey back on land. He will serve his time in war councils and meetings on tactics; he will spend more time developing training for staff officers and supervising than actually enacting.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:31 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:39 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:41 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:43 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:45 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:48 am
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This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart—
No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot's cheer;
My head was turned perforce away
And I saw a boat appear.
The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.
I saw a third—I heard his voice:
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away
The Albatross's blood.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)
BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Plague Doctor concept and plot belong to Rookeries et al
Astrolabe/Lyra's Official Art is the work of ALPHA LYRAE Lyra, Julian and their creative plots are my own creative property
Banners and thread artwork were made by me
All other artworks belong to their respective artists
Special Thanks to The Semblance of Unity, Kotaline, Ex o Ex Snoof, NeonMace, and Rookeries |
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