The Long Winter [Archive]

by **Everhall** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:28 am

The Long Winter Official Archive

Character Application

Name: Emperor Alyari Ashen
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 321
Race: Elf
Class: Warrior
Faction Ashen Empire
Loyalties: Ashen Empire
Weapons/Schools of Magic: Dual Wielded Ashen Steel Swords
Armor/Apparal:Full Ashen Steel Armor
Appearance:

Home Kingdom:The Phoenix City, Ashen Empire
Kingdom: Ashen Empire
Dynasty: Ashen
Occupation: Emperor
Bio:

Weaknesses: Alyari grew up in complete comfort, he doesn't know true stuggle; The Emperor seems over confident of his abilities
Personality: Arrogant in his abilities but otherwise a kind man. Though he is a warmonger and a firm believer of Elven Supremacy.
Likes: Elfs, Ashen, Swords, Domination
Dislikes: Northwall, Mandkind, Assassins, Thieves, Durrendel
RP Sample:

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Name: Ri-Dar
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 29
Race: Mijack
Class (Type included if Thief): Thief; Assassin
Faction: The Creed
Loyalties: The Creed
Weapons/School of Magic: A Pure Ashen Steel blade, gained after a mission
Armor/Apparel: Special Creed Leather Armor
Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Originally Westgrove, Now Southfall.
Occupation (Job): Assassin
Bio:

Ri-Dar was not alive during the great cataclysm, but he has heard of it. One day, the lands of Timedar collaspes into nothingness, only some Mijack were left. Ri-Dar was born in Westgrove, an Elven city that had welcomed the Mijack with open arms, but only outside the main city. The young Mijack grew up in relative good conditions, his family wasn't starving, the land was at peace, everything seemed good for Ri-Dar... atleast until the Northwall Invasion of Southfall. Many of his village's adults went to Southfall to work as mercenaries, including Ri-Dar's parents, who would die in the conflict. The cat himself also traveled to Southfall for a time to help out in the war, and there he discovered his talent for killing. He viscously attacked Northwall troops, all those that met his blade would eventually lay dead. In aftermath of the War with Southfall, Ri-Dar continued his work as a "Professional Killer" he grabed many people's fear, and attention, including the Creed.

Ri-Dar was recuited, and now spends his days filling out contracts and aiding the Creed's Cause.

Weaknesses: Ri-Dar is a trained killer, he will not hesitate to kill anyone that angers him. Making allies doesn't come easy to him. He'll often do his contract and go on a blood frieze, murdering anyone that tries to stop him, rather than escape.
Personality: Although Ri-Dar is amazingly well at what he does, be doesn't boast about it, he believes the man who boasts is the man who dies. Ri-Dar speakes rarely, only taking when absolutely necessary or with his contracts.
Likes: Killing, the Creed, Balls of Yarn, swords, Mijack, money
Dislikes: Speaking, families, most humans
RP Sample: Common, this is my RP!

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by **Asterdan** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:38 am

Character Application
Name: Arentus "Aren" Aventino
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 40
Race: Mankin
Class (Type included if Thief): Warrior
Faction: The Hand of Dov
Loyalties (One of the Kingdoms, Ashen, Northwall, etc):
Weapons/School of Magic: Elven sword, bow and arrows, Ashen Dagger
Armor/Apparel: He wears light Dwarven armor and a pendent with a symbol matching his tattoo.
Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Southfall
Occupation (Job): High Priest of the Hand of Dov
Bio: Born in Southfall, Aren was raised a thief. He almost joined the Thieves Guild, but one shining night he was able to escape in a military caravan to Northwall, where he trained at the academy, excelling all their classes. He was always interested in mythology, and by the time he graduated, he became convinced that the gods of old had abandoned Dallenclaw. For two years he wandered the frozen wasteland near the White Mountain, meditating, hunting and trying to decide what was true. Finally, he received a vision from beings that called themselves the Dov. They weren't gods, but they were very similar. After many months of communing with the Dov, he returned to Northwall with a tattoo (which would be impossible in the frozen wasteland to get). After gaining converts, he went to the King of Northwall and asked for permission to build a temple for his new cult, which would fight for Northwall. The King agreed, and now Aren fights alongside his brethren Dovists. In his spare time, he helps the military of Northwall design new weapons. He is currently working on a weapon he calls a "crossbow".

Weaknesses: His reputation as a leader of a cult may cause fear in those not from the Kingdom of the North. He is honorable to a fault, and gets angry when others fight without honor. Aren also never learned to swim.
Personality: Aren is an honorable man, kind to all unless they are not kind to him or others. He is also very wise and knowledgeable, a result of his extensive studies.
Likes: Books, his fellow Dovists, hunting, spirituality
Dislikes: The old religion, those who are dishonorable, the color pink (don't ask why).
RP Sample: A New Pantheon
The Nightblade Chronicles

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Faction Application
Faction Name: The Hand of Dov
Faction Type (Mage, Thieves, Warriors, Assassins, Mercenary, Kingdom (Only Obtainable in IC): It's a cult, which welcomes everyone, not exactly sure which type this would be... They also fight for Northwall
Faction Leader: Arentus Aventino
Main Base (location and Name): The Temple of the Dov in Northwall
Numbers: 230
Goals: To replace the Old Religion of Dallenclaw, for they believe the Old Gods have forsaken them as well as to help Northwall conquer.

Application
Name: Rilamus "Ril" Andalara
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 230
Race: Elf
Class: Thief: Thief
Faction: The Thieves Guild
Loyalties (One of the Kingdoms, Ashen, Northwall, etc): Southfall
Weapons/School of Magic: Two elven daggers and a bow.
Armor/Apparel: Leather armor

Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Southfall
Occupation (Job):Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild
Bio: Rilamus Andalara was born in Southfall, growing up as a thief to survive in the world. He joined their thieves guild, but always wanted a more meaningful existence. By 15, Rilamus had become almost a legend among the Thieves Guild, as he was silent as the night when he moved and blended in with the shadows. No one could see him, and he could get in and out of a place within a few minutes. Ril spent the next 100 years rising through the ranks and being a very prominent member in the Thieves Guild. At the age of 120, the previous Guildmaster gave him the opportunity to become the leader of the Thieves Guild, which he readily accepted.

Weaknesses: Ril can be greedy, but he can also be far too kind to those he cares about
Personality: He is very distant from others, opening up only to the closest of friends. One could go years without ever hearing his voice.
Likes: The night, shadows, the Thieves Guild, gold
Dislikes: Loud music, annoying people

RP Sample: See above

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by **Videssos** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 11:31 am

Application
Name: Cyhyraeth VII Lerácyntain
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Class: Spellsword
Weapons/School of Magic: Basket-hilted Durrendel-forged sabre, steel dagger, crossbow. Ice Magic, and a small amount of Necromancy and Shadow Magic.
Armor/Apparel: Ornate half-plate armour, assorted clothes. An enchanted oval ruby necklace.
Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Southfall.
Occupation (Job): New King of Southfall, or what's left of it.
Bio: Born the only son of King Therinlas IV, Cyhyraeth never really knew his father, with Therinlas perishing shortly after he was born. He had several older sisters, but the laws of Agnatic-Cognatic Primogeniture ensured that he was preferred over them. Unsurprisingly, this brought the resentment of the more ambitious ones. From an early age, his intelligence was known, and he often delved into books. The kingdom was invaded when he was only 4, and the corrupt regent council that had been exercising power since his father's death, had done much to weaken the realm for their own self-interest. He was kept a virtual prisoner when the regency was in power. With Northfall's conquest of much of their land, Northfall kept a close eye on the actions of the regents, though it was in that kingdom's interest to ensure that these scheming, backstabbing fools kept ruining what was left of Southfall, so that Southwall would truly have to hope of recovering.

Due to his appearance, he was frequently mistaken for being a girl, though that's something he was never particularly bothered by. Cyhyraeth was sometimes allowed to frequent the palace library, which he often did, whilst learning swordsmanship from the captain of the guard. A court mage taught him Ice Magic. Nonetheless, at times the scheming and trouble within the city brought about many dangers. Some nobles were assassinated, and the unpopularity of the regents was often easy to see amongst the populace. He was given less and less freedom, and was unofficially confined to his own apartments in the castle, at first under the pretence of "protection from assassins" but in time for other reasons.

He was, at some point "relocated," locked and imprisoned inside a dark, small room with no windows; deep in the recesses of the fortress-palace, among other places. Soon it became apparent that the most hateful of his older siblings, princess Mithrenya, had begun to seek ways in which to punish him for his mere existence. She was also one of the regent council's members. Languishing in the darkness as he did, he was underfed, and tortured both psychologically and physically. It became ever more apparent that Mithrenya's true nature belied the face she usually presented. With the help of a torturer who knew healing magic, far more drastic things could be enacted without much in the way of permanent physical damage. It gradually drove him further into insanity, and help shape his view of the world. The regents had plans to turn him into nothing more than a puppet.

He came of age at 15, and he would soon begin his own schemes. Though he had little power within the city itself, never mind outside, he would do what he could to gain more, and to pit those who sought to manipulate him, against each other. A bloodbath, both literally and metaphorically, ensued. Essentially, Cyhyraeth managed to outmanoeuvre and deal with many of the threats in Southfall, at least from the former regents. After a near miss, Mithrenya herself fled the capital, hoping to garner more power at the court of Northfall. Cyhyraeth has managed to solidify his power, to some extent, and repair some of the damage done in the past, but only to a small extent, even with his talents.

More dangerous, however, is Northfall, and the troops stationed by them in the city, clearly in a show of power, and as a deterrent for potential rebellions. Likewise, the nearby occupation government and the forces based at the nearby fortress, loom dangerously over the kingdom's chances of freedom. Southfall itself is a place of limited options for its ambitious new king, and it may soon become evident that to rule truly, and to gain what he desires, he must find power elsewhere, be it from other lands, or from undermining his foes from within. Outwardly, he portrays himself as a benevolent ruler, doing what he can to help the people of Southfall, whilst at the same time, to those of Northfall, he makes himself seem both less intelligent than he is, and more willing to accede to their rule than he truly is. Though inexperienced, he possesses the caution not to plunge blindly ahead in the enactment of his plans. Meanwhile, having been known for his feminine appearance even when he was younger, by now, he is considered more beautiful than many women, with his voice doing little to dispel that illusion. Some joke that Southfall is really ruled by a queen. More recently, Cyhyraeth has been dabbling in necromancy and shadow magic, though Ice Magic is his main area of occult skill.

Weaknesses: Physically lacking in strength. Tends to react badly to having his ambitions thwarted. Not particularly experienced, be it in battle or love. More things.
Personality: Cyhyraeth is manipulative, and ruthlessly ambitious. He can be quite capable and level-headed when faced with challenges, and is a fast learner, though not a jack of all trades. He possesses an inferiority complex. When he believes others to be stronger, or they have proven themselves to be stronger, Cyhyraeth obsesses over them, wanting to become as strong as them, yet also seeming fanatical towards them, and perhaps as scared of them. He tends to seem polite, yet sometimes mocking, and amused by the attempts of others to stop him, when the rare few figure out what he's up to. He possesses a feral cunning and a knack for quickly exploiting any opening or weakness possessed by others, revealed by his impressive intellect and perceptive abilities. With said cunning, of course, being hidden behind his usual veneer. He trusts no one, seeking honesty and truth to be naïve and foolish concepts.

Beneath a complex façade, lies one who desires to be acknowledged by those close to him, obsessed with not failing that which he is tasked to do. Cyhyraeth often seems to be on the side of whomever he deals with, though those who are perceptive enough can realise how he subtly remains on his own side, never truly committing to one faction or another. His odd mind can seem sadistic at occasion, and often masochistic at others. His mind is a dark place shaped by a complicated and not entirely pleasant past. Accordingly, he's not particularly sane, and has more insecurities and obsessions than most, with a fractured and often contradictory psyche that can take bits and pieces of the way he once was in the past, and merge it unpredictably with the present. He also has a habit of smiling regardless of whatever true feelings might be lying behind his veneer of nobility, to the extent that he himself does not know whether it is genuine or fake. At times he can be quiet, emotionless and cold, being a mix of obsessively insecure and apathetic.
Likes: Books. Magic. Power. Success. Other stuff.
Dislikes: Northfall, scheming regents. Defeat. Other stuff.

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by **Max Empire** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:32 pm

Character Application
Name: Max "Purpleborn" Porphyrogenitus
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 140
Race: Elf
Class (Type included if Thief): Warrior
Faction: The Kingdom of the West/The Ashen Empire
Loyalties : The Ashen Empire
Weapons/School of Magic: Dwarven Warhammer
Armor/Apparel: Elven Armor
Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Kingdom of the West; Westgrove
Dynasty: Porphyrogenitus
Kingdom: Westgrove
Occupation (Job): King of Westergrove
Bio:

Born into a family of administrators and bureaucrats serving the Ashen Empire, Max was came into the world in Grovegarden while his parents worked there, handling Finances. Often traveling around with his parents, Max saw a lot of the world, and while he often saw people suffer, he did little to help. Once he was old enough, Max began training at The Great Northern Academy despite being an Elf. Often bullied and ridiculed, he became a cold and harsh person. When he wasn't training in the academy, Max could often be found learning the Skill the Porphyrogenitus were known for: Administration. He quickly learned how to go around with money and manage estates. He also developed a like for pretend battles with model armies, often beating his fellow classmates. After leaving the academy, Max lived in Westgrove and administered the city for the current King until he died all of a sudden. Seeking to put somebody loyal to the Ashen Empire and familiar with the region on the throne, the Empire appointed Max as King of Westergrove, a title which he resents. Since then, he has effectively administered the Kingdom.

Weaknesses/Personality: Cold and indifferent, Max isn't a very social person, he hates court life and will never be seen at a Ball or Gala. He's cold and indifferent to other peoples suffering, which in turn had lead him to ignore most court politics and the Kingdom's social problems. He is also seen as manipulatable by the court, due to his preference of delegating political decisions to certain people. He prefers to handle the practical stuff like improving productivity and managing the Kingdoms finances. He can also often be found training by himself.
Likes: Money, Administration, Bureaucracy, Warhammers, Facts, Silence and cold hard truths
Dislikes: Anything that can speak in general, Social gatherings, Court life and politics
RP Sample: viewtopic.php?ns=1&f=31&t=282913

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by **Sarejo** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:37 pm

Application
Name: Horan Stormfall
Gender/Sex:
Age: 24
Race: Mankind
Class (Type included if Thief): Mage
Faction: The Loyal of Skor
Weapons/School of Magic: Restoration, 3
Armor/Apparel: Master's robes, Mages hood
Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Theranhall, Kingdom of the South
Occupation (Job): Priest, Abbot
Bio: Horan was raised by his parents, both priests of Skor, and was raised from birth to be a priest. He joined the Loyal of Skor, his parent's order, at the age of 16, when he took his first vows, and was initiated as a priest adept at age 18, and a full priest at 21. He spent two years in pilgrimage after his final initiation, traveling to Elderscar, where the original shrine to Skor is located, and meditating on magic and the teachings of Skor. His natural abilities of magic, uncommon for a human, allowed him to quickly master his chosen area of magic, Restoration, to the point where he could heal any wounds, and even use it offensively by stealing lifeforce from an opponent. Once he returned to his monestary, the Hall of Skor, he was chosen by the Abbot to become his heir, having seen it in a vision, and he died a few months later, leaving Horan to assume the Abbotry. Being an Abbot meant he was the main military leader of the order, so he leads his Battlepriests across the land to cleanse the world of abominations and spread the word of Skor.

Weaknesses: Not the best of physical fighters, the more advanced spells, such as full healing and life drain, take a phsyical and mental toll on Horan, necessitating rest and recovery, so he must pick and choose where he uses his more powerful spells.
Personality: Devoted to Skor, and compassionate towards all innocent creatures, and ruthless against heretics and abominations.
Likes: Skor, his family, peace, and nature
Dislikes: Heretics, abominations, war
RP Sample:

It was early in the morning, and Horan and his Battlepriests stood across the field from a group of heretics, who had challenged them to battle, and Horan accepted, seeing this as a chance to cleanse the world of heretics, especially ones as evil as these: Necromancers. Horan had a troop of around twenty priests, whereas the heretics numbered around sixteen. Horan uttered the word "Skor", and the seven destructionists shot firebolts into the heretics, killing two of them, but they countered by raising walls of bones, and then summoned a group of thralls to attack the priests. Horan ordered them to continue firing at the necromancers and to ignore the undead, and he had his summoners take care of them with wolves. Five more necromancers fell to the priests, whi had lost three of their own to dark magic cast by the necromancers. Seeing they were greatly outmatched by the experienced Battlepriests, the necromancers fled, summoning note thralls to cover their escape, which were quickly destroyed by the priests. They celebrate by praying to Skor, thanking him for their success, and then a more traditional celebration, clapping each other on the back, shaking hands, laughing, smiling, and cracking jokes, before moving on to resume their endless mission.

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Faction Name: The Loyal of Skor
Faction Type (Mage, Thieves, Warriors, Assassins, Mercenary, Kingdom (Only Obtainable in IC): Priest-mages
Faction Leader: Horan Stormfall
Main Base (location and Name): The Hall of Skor
Numbers: Around 150-175
Goals: To spread the word of Skor, and cleanse the world of heretics.

by **Deramen** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:59 pm

b]Application[/b]
Name: Bastille "The Silent" Gorgon
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 24
Race: Elkfolk
Class: Thief
Faction: Northwall?
Loyalties (One of the Kingdoms, Ashen, Northwall, etc): None. But hates Northwall.
Weapons/School of Magic: A Small dagger.
Armor/Apparel: Light Armor Chest-plate, Light Armor Gauntlets, Light Armor Boots. All made from leather.

Appearance: I dunno what Elkfolk look like so I cant provide one.
Home Kingdom (City/Town Included): Northwall, Near Fort Augustine.
Occupation (Job): Thief
Bio: Bastille doesn't talk much about the past because, It haunts him. But what is known is that He was born in Northwall, Near Fort Augustine. He says his father was dead before birth and his mother was a thief. He grew up in crime so he learned the inner workings of the trade. From there its fuzzy. The best explanation given is that he joined the military as soon as he could. He got to a high rank because he knew a higher up as a friend. But then He was betrayed the friend and banished from the North. He had so much hatred, it changed him. Now hes a cold husk of a man, fearful to trust anyone and cowardly to bigger threats then him.

Weaknesses: Bastille is cowardly, He cannot swim ether. He is fairly greedy.
Personality: Arrogant, Cocky but fair. And Nice if you're on his good side.
Likes: Money, Stealing and Family.
Dislikes: The North Wall, lairs, Greedier people then him.
RP Sample: Hmm. I Dunno if I know you?
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by **Kaidou** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 3:29 pm

by **Ancian** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:53 pm

Faction Application
Faction Name: Kingdom of North
Faction Type: Warrior and Elkfolk/Sampier mages.
Faction Leader: King Ragnar Stark
Main Base (location and Name): Northwall. The North.
Goals: To conquer the Southern Kingdom and subdue the Ashen Empire, for a start.
Numbers: Kingdom of the North; Northwall
85,000 Northern Warriors
600 Battlemages
10,000 Mercenaries

Character Application
Name: King Ragnar Stark
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 42
Race: Man kin
Class: Warrior
Faction: The Kingdom of the North
Loyalties: Northwall
Weapons/School of Magic: Duel Ashen Steel Battle axes
Armor/Apparel:Ashen Steel chest plate, helm, fur boots and steel gauntlets.
Appearance:

Home KingdomThe North, Northwall.
Occupation: King of the North
Bio: The King was always a good warrior. Bred in the harsh cold climate of the North he started to become just as cold and tough as where he lived. He had only ever known the long winter, nothing else. But his father and forefathers saw it as opportunity, an opportunity he was the first to finally come close to achieving. The south was immeasurably weak and, and ripe for taking, something they had wanted for a long long while. The King had been fighting his whole life and knew how to wage a war, a veteran. He was a cold tough Man, with little humour and much sarcasm. Like ice, he broke before bending, diplomacy did not come easily or as naturally to him as combat did. And mercy unknown. His father slayed in battle, his mother of sickness, his little brothers of the same sickness, he knew pain. Even his wife, his only joy, had died during pregnancy...his son with her. Heir less and devoid happiness the King of the North is not a man to show mercy or make petty deals.

Weaknesses: Horrid at diplomatic dealings, shows no mercy, prideful.
Personality: Sarcastic, cold, tough, merciless, honorable and prideful.
Likes: The north, the Northwall. His axes, and his own people.
Dislikes: Men or other races who aren't of the North, politics, and weak people.
RP Sample: Game of thrones: conquest is one of my better ones.

by **Der Kaiser Mikey III** » Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:33 pm

Faction Application
Faction Name: Occupied Kingdom of Southfall
Faction Type: Occupational Regency under the Kingdom of Northfall
Faction Leader: Regent Vizier Maulicius Lucius Mulciberus
Dynasty: House Mulciber
History: the southern cousins of the Northern Rulers, house Mulciber was awarded rulership and occupation of Southfall for the extensive service and numerous victories brought by the current Viceroy. Having been educated in the south, he is a man of pomp, class, and culture. Despite his cordial manners and calm exterior, his Northern rage is something to be feared. The occupational forces rule with an iron fist, though despite this rebellion is ever on the brink of eruption, and day by day the messages become ever bloodier.
Main Base: Fort Sturmingia, situated on the cliffs overlooking the port of the capitol city of Southfall
Numbers: 500 Knights, 1500 Squires, 3000 Heavy Lancers, 10,000 Legionaires, 15,000 Levies
Goals: To retain control over the Southern Kingdom, to exploit the resources of the southern Kingdom to advance the power of house Mulciberus and her allies

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Character Application
Name: Regent Vizier Maulicius Lucius Mulciberus
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 43
Race: Mankind
Class : Warrior
Faction: Regency of Occupied Southfall
Loyalties: Northfall
Weapons:
Ancestral blade of House Mulciberus: http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/ ... 46c140.jpg
Lance and Shield
Armor/Apparel: White gold plated steel, old Imperial style breastplate, bracers, and pauldrons said to be engraved in the script of angels, Blue plumed Imperial style helm fixed with numerous blue diamonds and the Mulciberus crest, midnight blue cloak trimmed with blue mink fur. When not in battle, the cloak, leather trousers/boots/gloves and tunic remain with the addition of a simple hooded knee length shirt of fine linked mail.
Appearance: Tall, hawk nosed, and pale skinned with a wide thin lipped mouth, thin nostrils, blue ringed golden eyes in a permanent squint. he is a lean built man with insanity gleaming in his eyes, the only revealing part of his stone cold exterior. Despite his obvious Northern lineage, he has adopted a Southern taste of obnoxious finery and substances otherwise unseen by the shrewd, drunken Northern man. As such he often seems quite sickly. His demeanor is always polite, cordial, if not dry and boring until he is pushed to snapping.
Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Mulciber Manor, Northfall
Occupation (Job): Regent Vizier, essentially rules Southfall with an iron fist using the young "King" as a puppet face.
Bio: Born the only legitimate son of a cousin to the King and his Southron wife, Maulicius was expected to do great things from day one. He excelled intellectually, however did not come to enjoy swordplay until he was much older in his late teens. Originally thought soft, he grew bored easily with the mundane aspects of life preferring to intoxicate himself and research the sciences. This changed when he began experiencing the cruelty of the human world, and following his defeat in a fist fight, began training and carrying weaponry with him at all times. Excelling with the sword, he soon developed a respect and name for himself in the local tourney grounds. Following the decree of war between North and South, he was called home from his Grandfathers Villa outside of the Southern capitol to take up arms in his father place. With a brilliant mind and authoritative demeanor, he was set for leading the campaigns that earned him his standing with the Northern Lords. Obviously having Southern Lineage, he was a perfect choice to control the young Southern King, and thus keep the defeated Lords at bay.

Weaknesses: drugs and alcohol, tobacco, women, Temper
Personality: Fair, intelligent, calm but short fused, problem solver
Likes: Drugs, fine things, music, noblewomen, swordplay, battle, riding, intelligence
Dislikes: seafaring, peasantry, dirt, stupidity
RP Sample: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=327459&start=900

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Character Application
Name: Paganio Espiraellus
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 26
Race: Mankind
Class: Warrior
Faction: Regency of Occupied Southfall
Loyalties: Northfall
Weapons: Gladius and Spear
Armor/Apparel: Leather Praetorian armor over mail coat, midnight blue cloak, mail coif, leather boots and gloves
Appearance: average height with green eyes, dark, short hair and olive skin. Often looks worried and stressed, rightly so.
Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Southfall, Gutter of the Capitol
Occupation (Job): Viceroy of New Southfall
Bio: Born the bastard son of a Southern noble and a whore, he was born into the gutter. Learning quickly to fight, he took to the pits of the underworld, slaughtering his way into a jail cell. Instead of the noose, he was sold to a mercenary company where he was shipped North. This was just in time to be assigned to a wealthy Nobleman's legion, where he quickly made a mark for himself. His Commander was none other than Maulicius Mulciberus, and he quickly grew to become not only a loyal servant but a close friend who eventually earned his freedom in the form of a Legatus' Gladius. He naturally followed Mulciberus' example and made his own name, continuing to be the will of Mulciberus in the capacity of Viceroy

Weaknesses: Greed, desperation, passion
Personality: A wounded individual who is absent a normal emotional template. Though seemingly controlled he is an unpredictable, dangerous mess.
Likes: causing pain, blood, combat, opium
Dislikes: pleasure, sex, pain, yelling
RP Sample:

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by **Kuhlfros** » Tue Aug 25, 2015 7:50 pm

Character Application
Name: Tyr Mendir
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 52
Race: Sapimer
Class (Type included if Thief):Warrior
Faction: Independent, Mercenary
Loyalties (One of the Kingdoms, Ashen, Northwall, etc):The Kingdom willing to do more for him
Weapons/School of Magic: Dwarven Bastard sword, Eleven Longbow and Arrows, Dwarven Battle Axe (One handed, capable of being thrown)
Magic: Elkfolk Style Magic
Armor/Apparel: Elven Magic Cloak, Dwarven Chestplate, Steel Leggings, Elven Boots (To help him move fast with his armor)
Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) Unspecified, Mountains on the Border of the Ashen Empire and Northwall
Occupation (Job):Mercenary Commander
Bio:
Little is known in detail of Tyr's youth, and if Tyr knew, he would probably tell it different anyways, but what is known, that Tyr was born from an Elven Nobleman and Human Lady whom had an affair, In order to escape rumors, the lovers retreated into the Mountains for health reasons until Tyr was born, however the human mother lost her life giving birth, and the Elf Lord, now without his scandalous human lover, abandoned his bastard Sapimer son to some Elven Rangers (scouts of the Wilderness) where he was taught of natural magics and survival magic in the wilderness.

Tired with that life of solitude in the Forest he traveled to Northwall, and became exposed to the racism and scandal of his blood, being both Elven and Human, but still, at a young age, He joined the Great Northern Academy to become a better warrior with sword and bow and ax, Other than finding a great skill with weaponry, he also found another new skills and a weakness, that weakness being women, (he can't keep his hands off them) and having a skill at seducing women. It was after his time at the Academy, he decided he would spit on whatever fate had for him with Northwall and the Ashen Empire and find his own path around the world, getting gold, killing whomever pointed too, and finding women to keep his company,able to break his normally disciplined and pragmatic attitude merely from lust.

And so he continued getting new looted or gifted equipment to help him better with his missions, hone his skills in combat and magic in and off the field and making a heap of gold he keeps safe from other mercenaries in store for his own ambitions, which led him to form his own Mercenary band, the "Kindly Ones" now nearing 1,000 strong, which commands cleverly, inspiring an idea of what a Mercenary should be too his men. And thanks too his elven blood, he is half a century old with all its wisdom and skill, but with the looks and ability of a twenty year old,

Weaknesses:(As seen above) Women, he can't keep his eyes or hands off a pretty one, Being a Bastard born Sapimer Mercenary doesn't make him seem very trustworthy either too anyone, thus making allies or friends a challenge
Personality:While "at work" as a Mercenary commander or warrior, He puts forth an ambivalent,diligent, disciplined persona doing his jobin a ruthless, inspiringly brutal demeanor. While in secret he works to further his own ambitions in deceit and patiently with cunning and ruthlessness, No doubt he is authoritative and tactically adept, but you will not see him hold bravely if the odds are against him and there is no hope of his trickery causing a fruitful change.
Likes: Gold, Plans coming to Fruition, Tactics, Pretty Women
Dislikes: Idiots, Zealots, Anyone in his way from his own goals
RP Sample: Game of Thrones - Legacy

Faction Application
Faction Name: The Kindly Ones
Faction Type : Mercenary Band
Faction Leader: Tyr Mendil
Main Base (location and Name): On the Move (Where-ever we are hired, if no one has us hired, we will merry ourselves away going from town to town for jobs)
Numbers: 1,000 (100 Knights, 150 Mages, 200 Light Cavalry, 200 Archers, 350 Infantry)
History: Formed around ten years ago by Tyr Mendir, whom still hold command of it to this day thanks to his luck, skill and cunning as well as inspiring performance leading men and making gold. Been in service in many small skirmishes and wars making a big name forthemselves, He anticipates if the Ashen Emperor or the Northwall King will offer more for his band's services
Goals: Make Money, Loot Lands, Bed Wenches, Kill Enemies, Whatever the Commander plans

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by **Derpopoliss** » Wed Aug 26, 2015 4:03 pm

Character Application
Name: Jensen Mylkinik
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 22
Race: Mankin
Class (Type included if Thief): Warrior
Faction: The Great Northern Academy
Loyalties (One of the Kingdoms, Ashen, Northwall, etc): Can I be loyal to no one?
Weapons/School of Magic: Special request, can he use spiked gauntlets, like a brawler?
Armor/Apparel: He wears a suit and black dress pants with spiked steel gauntlets.
Appearance: http://pre04.deviantart.net/25f4/th/pre ... 4o1c97.jpg
Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) The Kingdom of the North, (Do not know about the city/town yet)
Occupation (Job): He fights in brawls for money.
Bio: Jensen was born into a wealthy noble family, there he read all of the books in their library and started writing his own. One of his books wee about a son killing their family, coincidentally his family was killed two days later. After his life fell apart he found himself homeless and broke in a small town called (will include when I find one). Alone and afraid he started looking for a quick way to find cash. When he heard about the brawls he started training to become the best of the best. This is where he found his unnatural fighting skills. He used his newfound strength to win brawls, which he uses to purchase the things he needs to live.

Weaknesses: He uses his fists so he has to get really close. He will put his life in danger to save someone, and tries to sacrifice himself for others. He trusts people too much.
Personality: If you watch his brawls, you'll think he is a relentless, unforgiving killing machine. But he is really a softie. In his down time he loves to read books and write different acts of literature, his favorite being poetry. He is stubborn and caring, always putting himself in harms way to help others.
Likes: Food, Beer, Women, fights, reading and poetry.
Dislikes: Morons, bigots, anyone who disses literature and art.
RP Sample: (will put up link, if I can't, just search The Intimate Manor. It's an rp on F7)

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by **Cuprum** » Wed Aug 26, 2015 6:55 pm

Character Application
Name: Rudolf XVI von Rheinfelden
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 23
Race: Elkfolk
Class (Type included if Thief): Warrior
Faction: Capital: Valenk Confederation
Loyalties (One of the Kingdoms, Ashen, Northwall, etc): Valenk Confederation
Weapons/School of Magic: A Zweihander
Armor/Apparel: Chest-plates, Boots, Gauntlets, Helmet, Shields
Appearance:

Home Kingdom (City/Town Included) New Valenk
Occupation (Job): Great Antler, landowner.
Bio: His rule of the Valenk Confederation is highly aggressive, similar to his predeccesors; with large expansionist policies. Rudolf XVI von Rheinfelden is an intelligent and brilliant ruler. He picked his people well and crushed all plots against him. He was ruthless toward traitors and moved towards his goals with determination.

He is the father of Cirilla

When Rudolf XVI von Rheinfelden was 13 years old, he was cursed by a wizard hired by a usurper of the throne when his father - Rudolf XV von Rheinfelden, had refused to cooperate with the plot and so was tortured however this failed to break him, so the usurpers decided to get at the King through his son. The wizard was told to transform Rudolf into a monster.

Although the transformation of the boy was relatively successful, the tactic also failed to break his father so in frustration, the usurpers killed the king and released a cursed Rudolf into the wild to be hunted down like an animal, assuming he would be caught quickly.

Rudolf XVI von Rheinfelden did elude his hunters and eventually regained his throne and his destiny. Once back in Eastmarch he had the wizard who had cursed him captured and brought before him. He then decided to use logic similar to the wizard's for the choice of punishment. The wizard's name was "Braathens" and as luck would have it, that was quite similar to the Eastmarch term for "deep fried". From midnight to dawn, he was a normal man, but from dawn, he turned into a creature with a bristly muzzle which resembled something like a cross between a hedgehog and a boar. As the people in the kingdom were very superstitious, his father wanted to hide him because spells and curses known to afflict the royal family could prove fatal for the dynasty. One of the king's knights took Rudolf XVI von Rheinfelden away from the court and brought him up as his own, wandering the world until the knight died, leaving the young man alone in the world.

He had been told that a child-surprise could free him from the curse. One day he found Duke Roegner of Salm wounded in a ravine and as a reward, the Duke promised him "whatever he had left at home without knowing or expecting it", in effect creating the perfect conditions for this surprise child. This was his daughter Valentina, for whom he officially returned 15 years later, although they had in fact already met

Weaknesses: Cruelty and Paranoia.
Personality: An Inspiring leader with a dilligent attitude toward bureaucratic work. Maybe lustful or charming like any monarch who enjoys the spring of his life. A deceitful man
Likes: Women, battles, tournaments, poetry, puzzles and riddles, chess, dwarfs.
Dislikes: Ugly people, politicians, work
RP Sample: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=350874

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