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[Aerion]

Canceled due to lack of time/interest.

[Of the Quendi]

This sounds interesting, I will make an app for a countess later tonight. How would the RP work out though, how will characters gain power?

[Aerion]

This sounds interesting, I will make an app for a countess later tonight. How would the RP work out though, how will characters gain power?

Favor with the King or Queen or factions of the court to be described later such as the Queen Mother, Queen, King, Crown Prince, Chancellor. Various plotlines and vacancies. Various things could happen to change balances of power.

[Firstaria]

Isn't there one already going on by Damak Var?

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

I don't know if I can manage to do another RP next to my other ones, but I've done this kind of thing before, and it's awesome. I have to ask a few questions, though.

In another RP, I played as an Arschbishop. Is it possible to be the Archbishop of Bellusaire? It is a important position during these times of unrest...

[Len Hyet]

I'm down for this.

If it's okay with you I'd like to play the son of Prince Jacques Ornett

Character Name: Prince Henry Ornette
Desired Title: Son of Prince Jacques Ornett, Captain Commandant of the Royal Guard
Character Age: 32
Appearance/Description:

Backstory: Born the eldest son of Prince Jaques Ornett, Henry was given all the privileges that come with high birth. At the tender age of eight he began the first stage of his training, and was squired to a knight of Bellusair. For the next ten years of his life that was what he did. Henry learned archery, swordsmanship, riflery, horseback riding, math, Latin, English, German, and Spanish. He was educated in the basic customs and political affiliations of nearby nations. Then, at eighteen, he was knighted. For the next ten years Henry served as a knight in the Royal Guard, being one of the few who showed high enough aptitude for the position. After ten years, his high birth, commitment, and aptitude netted Henry the position of Captain Commandant of the Royal Guard.
RP Sample:

Silva flashed the border guard his passport, one that labeled him as a native born German Businessman, from Munich to be exact. The guard examined it with a bored expression on his face, having done this dozens of times today alone.

"Wie ist Ihr Name?" Asked the Border Guard.
"Fritz Weissmuller"
"Was ist Ihr Unternehmen in Deutschland?"
"Rückkehr von einer Geschäftsreise."
"Haben Sie Waffen oder Drogen im Auto?"
"Nein."
"Willkommen zurück Herr Weissmuller"

The man stamped the passport, flashed Silva a no doubt fake smile, and waved him on his way. Benjamin pulled off from the border crossing, his restored 1969 Mustang making a smooth purr as it went through the checkpoint, accelerating from a stop to eighty kilometers per hour in just a few seconds. The bright silver car took the exit a mile later, coming into the German portion of the divided city of Rheinfelden. He parked the car in front of a tall building, and walked inside, his hands in his pockets.

A woman looked up from the desk, and Silva knew by the lack of reaction she was no seer.

"Hallo Herr, wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?"
"Ich bin hier, Herr Schäfer zu sehen." He replied smoothly.

The building in question was a forward outpost for the European division of the WID. There were most likely no more than ten seers working in the outpost, and probably only five working inside the actual building at one time. Though Silva didn't like taking sides in combat, after all he only killed for profit, in this case a few of the workers had been getting on his nerves lately, staking out his Safe Houses, setting ambushes, they even took pot shots at him in his car. One of those idiots had even hit his Mustang! The nerve! He had paid a small fortune for that car! It was his baby! He'd spent a small fortune finding it, another repairing it, and a third bringing it to Europe. It had taken ten years to complete, and another year to convince the idiots in the European Auto Commission to put a damn licence plate on the thing!

That car was his pride and joy, and those idiots had put five bullets in the passenger side door. He had leaped out of the car, sprinted up the building the Sniper was hiding in, and ripped the bastard limb from limb for such an offense. In retrospect he probably shouldn't have, after all he tried to present the image that not all Oni were vicious killers, but it was his car.

The secretary typed a few words into her computer.

"Haben Sie einen Termin?"
"Sagen Sie ihm, es geht um Oni Geschäft." The woman didn't bat an eye, further confirming, in Silva's mind at least, that she had no idea what was really going on in this building. A moment later a surprised expression crossed her face.

"Er bat mich, seine 1.00 zurück bewegen 2 Stunden, um Platz für Sie. Bitte gehen Sie auf den Aufzug auf der linken Seite."
"Danke." Silva said, and entered the indicated elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor, and shot up. Some crappy German elevator music played, which furthered his convictions about stopping this madness. He placed his briefcase on the floor of the elevator.

Benjamin exited the elevator. A man seated across the room looked up, and his mouth formed a perfect O of surprise as he stood, babbling in German. Nothing more was needed to confirm to Silva this man was a seer, but the twin short swords he pulled from under his coat seemed to cement the idea. In a single superhuman stride Silva crossed the room, changing as he did so. The handsome man that had entered the building was replaced by a half wolf half man, thing, that tore out the Seer's throat with a single flick of it's wrist. Moving fast now, as the man had managed half a yell before dying, Benjamin burst through the door, changing back to his human form as he did so.

A guard to the left was tracking the quickly moving Silva with a gun, too slowly. One hand batted the gun, and indeed the man's arm, to the other side of the room. Benjamin's other hand took the man's throat out. Two more seers charged through a door, one threw a ball of something that looked suspiciously like fire, the other began a chant and took out an onion from his pocket. The second kind of magic Silva was, unfortunately, very familiar with. In short, the caster used an inanimate object to represent a much larger and, in Silva's case, more alive object. A voodoo doll was a subsect of this form of magic.

Armed with that knowledge and a burning desire not to have intangible claws slice through his body, Silva rolled under the fireball, picked up the dead Guard's gun, and hurled it sidearm at the caster. At such short range, it hit the man's arm, disrupting his casting and buying Silva the needed moment to slap the onion away, slide his claws through the fireball thrower's neck, and spin behind the caster. With a single brutal twist, he snapped the caster's neck.

Feeling mildly annoyed by the gore spattering the walls, Silva shifted back to human form, and walked through a door marked Herr Schäfer. The Herr in question was pointing a magically imbued shotgun at Silva as he walked through the door. A squeeze of the trigger, and the twelve gauge round impacted on Silva's bulletproof vest. A long time ago Silva had learned that while a normal bullet might not do too much harm to him, a magically imbued one would tear right into him, but be stopped by a bulletproof vest. Silva reached forward, and twisted the barrel of the gun shut. Schäfer tried to pull a bladed weapon of some sort from under his coat, and Silva kicked it, sending a short sword flying across the room.

"Sind wir endlich fertig? Ich möchte einen Vortrag haben."

The man looked stunned. Benjamin continued.

"Ich wollte nicht, jemanden zu töten, und zwar hatte ich nicht in eine ganze Weile, wenn Ihr Mann hat mich angegriffen. Entlassen. Stop. Aufhören. Zu unterlassen. Sie lassen Sie mich allein, ich werde nicht wieder hierher kommen und beenden diese."

Feeling slightly better, Silva walked out of the room and back to the elevator, taking from his briefcase a clean suit, identical to the one that was now hanging in tatters and covered in blood on Silva's frame. As the lift descended, he changed into it, carefully putting the old one in the briefcase. He stepped out of the elevator, nodded and smiled to the oblivious secretary, and walked outside to his beloved Mustang. He gave it a once over, sniffing for bombs or magical traces. Seeing and smelling none, he got in and drove off, heading toward the Polish border.

RP History: Well, a few notable ones, The Elder Scrolls (Yes the Archived one), Insanity's Edge, Excalibur Squadron, several Dice Roll RPs, along with many others. You can contact Sentinel XV, Jormengandr, or Esternial for an opinion of my RPing skills. (Actually I would prefer it if you contacted Esternial, though he may be a tad busy.)
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[Of the Quendi]

This sounds interesting, I will make an app for a countess later tonight. How would the RP work out though, how will characters gain power?

Favor with the King or Queen or factions of the court to be described later such as the Queen Mother, Queen, King, Crown Prince, Chancellor. Various plotlines and vacancies. Various things could happen to change balances of power.

Yes I figured as much but I am curious about how exactly that will work. What would characters have to offer the King, Queen and others that would prompt them to allow advancement?

Isn't there one already going on by Damak Var?

No I believe Damak Var is doing a feudal Game of Thrones style RP where the focus lie not so much on a royal court as on a community of nominally equal nobles.
Character Name: Geneviève Jacqueline Belisent du Châtelet d’Angoulême
Desired Title: Dowager Countess of Montsombre (in the coastal province), Lady (courtesy title for the daughter of a peer) of Angoumois (northern rural mountain province)
Character Age:19
Appearance/Description: Lady Geneviève is a strikingly beautiful young woman, with pale ivory skin, long red blonde hair and large green doe eyes. Tall and with a slender, yet shapely, figure she dress simply in black as befits a grieving widow.
Backstory: Lady Geneviève is the sole daughter of a very prominent, very prestigious and very poor noble family from the northernmost part of the kingdom. Her family, the Angoulême’s of Angoumois, is noblesse d'épée and looks down upon everyone and everything that isn’t, which has not prevented them from acquiring large amounts of debt to “lesser” nobles and, worst of all, merchants.
Growing up Geneviève was assured that some day she would marry into the highest circles of the kingdom and live a life in luxury and dignity which the old decaying medieval seat of the Angoulême’s did not offer. Hence it came as a shock to her when she, shortly after her eighteen years birthday, was married of to a seventy three year old ex-merchant turned count of Montsombre. Her husband, Gerald du Châtelet was however one of the richest men in the entire kingdom, supposedly buying his title, as well as a man with an appetite for young girls and prestigious titles. Geneviève’s father had more or less sold her for formidable bride price that instantly made the Angoulême’s solvent.
Nothing if not dutiful Geneviève closed her eyes and thought of Bellusaire for seven months before becoming a widow, inheriting one of the largest fortunes in the kingdom. Ever since she has been under siege by suitors from cadet branches of the Angoulême family offering to marry her to get their hands on her wealth. So far she has shown herself highly unwilling to do so and, after purchasing most of the quickly reestablished family debt has threatened to evict her own family from Angoumois Castle.

Now empowered with a somewhat questionable title of dowager countess (the husband was Noble of the Letters so I assume she would not have inherited the title of countess?), her good family name and an enormous fortune Geneviève has decided to take refuge at the royal court to avoid her family/suitors why she plots what to do with her new liberty and power.

[Aerion]

I'm down for this.

If it's okay with you I'd like to play the son of Prince Jacques Ornett

Character Name: Prince Henry Ornette
Desired Title: Son of Prince Jacques Ornett, Captain Commandant of the Royal Guard
Character Age: 32

Approved. His Highness Prince Henry Ornette

[Aerion]

Character Name: Geneviève Jacqueline Belisent du Châtelet d’Angoulême
Desired Title: Dowager Countess of Montsombre (in the coastal province), Lady (courtesy title for the daughter of a peer) of Angoumois (northern rural mountain province)
Character Age:19

Her Excellency Dowager Countess of Montsombre Geneviève Jacqueline Belisent

[Aerion]

I don't know if I can manage to do another RP next to my other ones, but I've done this kind of thing before, and it's awesome. I have to ask a few questions, though.

In another RP, I played as an Arschbishop. Is it possible to be the Archbishop of Bellusaire? It is a important position during these times of unrest...

I thought I had listed the Ecclesiastical Household It is possible to be the Grand Almoner of Bellusaire who is a Cardinal, says mass in the Royal Chapel, and supervises the Almonry (charities) of the King though this would have to be applied for. There is also First Almoner, a Bishop underneath the Grand Almoner. The Grand Almoner would most likely be from a family that is a Peer of Bellusaire.

[Soviet Ruk-Tsan]

Really awesome looking.

I'm just gonna ask it, is it possible to be the head of a guild? (I had merchant's guild in mind)

[Len Hyet]

Oh dear. Is this shaping up like the French Revolution?

I'd like to trade in my sword for a commission as a 2nd Lieutenant of Artillery, and to change my birthplace to Corsica.

[Of the Quendi]

Oh dear. Is this shaping up like the French Revolution?

I'd like to trade in my sword for a commission as a 2nd Lieutenant of Artillery, and to change my birthplace to Corsica.

What makes you think that? BTW I can't see the picture you submitted of your character so can you please give a description of it?

[Len Hyet]

Oh dear. Is this shaping up like the French Revolution?

I'd like to trade in my sword for a commission as a 2nd Lieutenant of Artillery, and to change my birthplace to Corsica.

What makes you think that? BTW I can't see the picture you submitted of your character so can you please give a description of it?

1700s
Versailles
Political unrest
Religious Figures
Prominent Guilds

'Tis the Revolution! Vive le peuple! Vive l'Assemblée nationale!

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Anywho. Just google Jaime Lannister
And no, my character will not feature incest

[Of the Quendi]

What makes you think that? BTW I can't see the picture you submitted of your character so can you please give a description of it?

1700s
Versailles
Political unrest
Religious Figures
Prominent Guilds

'Tis the Revolution! Vive le peuple! Vive l'Assemblée nationale!

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Anywho. Just google Jaime Lannister
And no, my character will not feature incest

The RP takes place in the 16th century, thats 1500s not 1700s, and to my understanding there is no political unrest in Bellusaire.

[Len Hyet]

1700s
Versailles
Political unrest
Religious Figures
Prominent Guilds

'Tis the Revolution! Vive le peuple! Vive l'Assemblée nationale!

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Anywho. Just google Jaime Lannister
And no, my character will not feature incest

The RP takes place in the 16th century, thats 1500s not 1700s, and to my understanding there is no political unrest in Bellusaire.

That is a bit of a Change
Although I believe at this point we're at matchlock, correct?

[Aerion]

Really awesome looking.

I'm just gonna ask it, is it possible to be the head of a guild? (I had merchant's guild in mind)

You probably would not want to be the head of a guild exactly as this would be below a noble unless you were a noble and a merchant (though merchantile activities as they were in Europe in some parts of Europe are looked down upon by the court), but you could be a Royal Purveyor to the Court such as royal jeweler or perhaps some kind of merchant of luxury and exotic goods. I suppose you could be the Master of the Mercers Guild (General Merchants) in the nearby capital and be a Royal Purveyor at the court. I am going to discourage too many of this type of character though.

[Aerion]

Oh dear. Is this shaping up like the French Revolution?

I'd like to trade in my sword for a commission as a 2nd Lieutenant of Artillery, and to change my birthplace to Corsica.

There will not be a revolution, no.

[Izzyshipper]

I would be very much interested in playing the daughter of the King, does that require an specialised application or will I use the one for nobility?

[Soviet Ruk-Tsan]

I'd be happy to be bellow the nobles, I'd still have my niche.

[Of the Quendi]

Bump?

[Len Hyet]

Bump?

Definitely a bump

[Aerion]

Bump?

Does not look like interest is growing, but please if interested people continue signing up.

[Of the Quendi]

Bump?

Does not look like interest is growing, but please if interested people continue signing up.

If you want I could try sending some tg's but in the mean time can you please make a ruling in regards to Izzyshipper's and Soviet Ruk-Tsan's respective questions?

[Izzyshipper]

Does not look like interest is growing, but please if interested people continue signing up.

If you want I could try sending some tg's but in the mean time can you please make a ruling in regards to Izzyshipper's and Soviet Ruk-Tsan's respective questions?

Yes please. I am still very much interested