The Wolf and the Eagle (OOC/PT/Low FanT/Signups)

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Tag, I'm interested in creating a sort of militaristic order that have misinterpreted WWII historical knowledge concerning Nazi Germany, because every RP has to have a Nazi somewhere .

Though I'm not sure that'd be possible, considering we're in North America.

[Phaenix]

Tag, I'm interested in creating a sort of militaristic order that have misinterpreted WWII historical knowledge concerning Nazi Germany, because every RP has to have a Nazi somewhere .

Though I'm not sure that'd be possible, considering we're in North America.

Well, it wouldn't be that difficult. It could be that the founder stumbled into a WW2 museum, and took a liking to the German uniforms and the small amount of eligible Nazi writings.

[Phaenix]

Character Application

Name: Jineral Albirt Hillingham.

Sex: Male

Allegiance: J'hawcs (Great Plains Nomads)

Nationality: Great Plains Nomads

Age: 27

Family: Koache Ralph Hillingham (Father), Mariessa (Mother, Concubine), and too many brothers and sisters to count.

Appearance:
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Bio: Albirt Hillingham was born to one of the slaves of the 'Koache' of the J'hawcs nomads, Ralph Hillingham, and it was his luck that he was strong and healthy enough not to be cast aside. As soon as he can walk, he was taught the arts of war and how to shoot a bow, wrestle and box, and use a sword and knife. He knew how to survive in the tough world of the Great Plains, but there was always so much more he yeared for, not just power - Although he was taught to want it - But uniqueness. He received his first taste of it when he quarreled with a younger brother over a box of apples, and ended up shooting him dead with his bow and arrow - He was rewarded for that by his father, who saw in the young man a precocious ruthelessness when something he wanted was the goal.

Albirt began participating in raids against other tribes at the age of thirteen, and was already a known fighter at sixteen, his aim the envy of many of his brothers and sisters. Said envy turned into betrayal, as on one of the raids against another tribe, the Lac'ers, he was abandoned by four of his siblings and his troops and captured by the enemy tribe, who promptly enslaved him. This gave him a taste of a slave's life, a burning desire to escape, and a faint sense of empathy towards the other slaves with him. Albirt, running on adrenaline and determination, first talked to the slaves taken from other tribes and who knew the basic skills of horsemanship and survival. Then he moved on to the slaves taken from Southron lands, many of whom formed the ill-treated infantry of the La'cers. He insinuated the idea of rebellion and escape into them, making them think it was their own idea, then promptly broke into the tent of the Lac'ers' own Koach when the rebellion started and slit the man's throat with a kitchen knife.

After that, he then fought his way out using the Lac'ers' Koach's own weapons, carrying the man's own head to rally the slaves around himself. Then he slaugthered those of the Lac'ers who refused to flee and subjected the women and children to the same fate he had been given. He was seventeen then. Albirt then told the rebels that they were now free, and those who wanted to go home to the Southrons will receive no enmity from him. However, if they helped him go back to his clan, they would be well-rewarded.

Almost all of them stayed, including Jimm Starlinng, a Southron known for knowing how to read, write, and do sums, and had helped sieze the spare bows and arrows of the Lac'ers. And so Albirt came back to the J'hawcs, a changed man - Still cruel but with nuance.

After returning to his father, Albirt was given vengance over the siblings who abandoned him, and his punishment was to have them torn apart by wild horses and the pieces fed to the dogs. This demonstration of cruelty and ruthlessness was important as once given a larger command by his Koach Ralph along with the rank of Jineral, Albirt had begun to act strange.

He learned how to read, write, and do sums from Jimm, and began to organize the army of 10,000 he had been given not on family and clan, but on divisions of 1, 10, 100, and 1000. And most controversially, he freed his slaves and allowed those who wished to return home to return home, while promoting those who stayed to higher rank. This was met with alarm by many traditionalists in the J'hawcs, but Albirt had proven his strength many times over, and met each sign of opposition with overwhelming force.

Now, he prepares to raid the Confederacy, ready not just to loot, plunder, and slaugther, but build a true Kingdom, as the first 'Big Cheef' in centuries...

Equipment:

Personal - Hardened Leather Armor, a Composite Bow plus Arrows, a Saber, a Warhorse, plus Twelve Spare Horses, and a large Yurt for audiences and habitation.

The Warband - 10,000 men and women under his personal command, numbering:

- 5000 Horse Archers.
- 5000 Infantry.

These are organized according to divisions of 1, 10, 100, and 1000, and overseen by 'Beane Caounters', ex-slaves led by Jimm Starlinng of the Southrons who know how to read, write, and do sums, and most importantly, construct siege weapons. This last part and the personal protection of Albirt (who receives medical services from them), makes them both respected and resented...

Coat-of-Arms: N/A

Theme: (optional)

Accepted! Can't wait to see what happens with this!

[Phaenix]

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[Dragos Bee]

Bumping.

[Zjaum]

Character Application
Name: Gess Leg
Sex: Female
Allegiance: Constable and Warden of the Ever-Blue Lake Tao
Nationality: Califan, with claims to Texarkan ancestry
Age: 23
Family: Descendant of Rukkeland, Member of Leg
Appearance: See right
Bio: House Rukkeland (henceforth, Rukkeland) and the surrounding houses operated on primogeniture. The Lord and Lady Rukkeland had been rumored incapable of having kids, and distant relatives from the south were ready to pounce on the arable lands of the Valley. After years of failure, it seemed that Rukkeland's line was all but spent. The southern families began making connections with the house's northern neighbors, as if Lord Rukkeland was already in the grave. Despite the machinations of her wily relatives, Gess became the firstborn. A son would have better legitimized Rukkeland, but the minor lord did his best to make Gess as capable of a statesman as he could, lest his neighbors resume previous talks of succession. She was taught to read and write Old English, and mastered the two-handed sword.

When Gess was 19, her mother died from an unknown plague. Her father remarried and remarkably had a son within a year of the marriage. Rukkeland's legitimacy was fully reinstated, much to the ire of Rukkeland's neighbors. Allies were needed, but Gess was far past the age for proper arranged marriages, not that any noble houses would take a Rukkeland. Marrying her off to some distant house in Deseret would be a favor that would never be repaid; the lands were just too distant. The only Califan House that was close enough to matter yet far enough from the southern family's lies would be the estranged House Leg.

Some might call House Leg (henceforth, Leg) dedicated, but most just call them weird. Leg's military capacity, which surpasses that of most houses in the Valley, kept Deseret's military ambitions on their side of the Sierra Nevadas for Geserations but allowed Deseret's religion to quietly seep through and infiltrate. The cult that Leg practices, however, denies the authority and teachings of Joseph Smith, ostracizing themselves from the religions on both sides of their domain. Not surprisingly, Leg is full of isolation and meditation, with regards to diplomacy, religion, and culture. Seclusion allows the house to be intermediaries in international and intranational disputes, as well as safe havens for criminals and heretics, but also forces the house to be self-sufficient. While myths said the hills were once made of gold, the only goods that they provide now are wood and stone. The crown jewel of their territory is their Lake Tao, towards the defense of which they set aside entire chapters of knights.

Desperate, Lord Rukkeland made the trip to Lake Tao personally but knew nothing about House Leg, and so it was with great embarrassment that he had to ask if Leg had a son before he could ask if Gess Rukkeland could marry into that household. Lord Leg replied that he had no son, but that he would meditate on an alliance with Rukkeland. The noble went up to the mountaintops to reflect. When he returned a week later, he replied that Rukkeland may ally with Leg under the following conditions: Gess Rukkeland would convert to the Leg Cult. She would become a member of Leg and would learn to protect the Ever-Blue Lake Tao. Lord Rukkeland would be able to visit her, but Gess would never be allowed to leave the territory of Leg without the direct, explicit permission of Lord Leg. Rukkeland would vouch for Leg in the presence of the Emperor and would not declare war on any neighbor unless provoked. In addition, Rukkeland would cede seven small acre-size plots for Leg to build churches for the Leg Cult. Then, and only then, could an alliance exist.

Lord Rukkeland agreed to the terms, and the treaty was signed. Gess Leg, as she was now called, spent the next years of her life training as a soldier. She engaged in several reconnaissance missions and even a small border skirmish with Deseret forces. Perhaps because it was a new phenomenon, she became enthralled with the Leg Cult, and became one of its most devoted members. Lord Leg had several daughters who, while certainly not as fit for war as Gess was, eagerly befriended her and called her sister. It was through these friendships that Gess was able to relax from the relentless pressures of statesmanship and soldiery. She engaged in hobbies she had always wanted to pursue, though she soon found them boring and returned to the life of a warden. Though she never was required to do so, she took vows to Keep the Tao Lake Ever-Blue, and proclaimed allegiance to both Houses. For this, she was granted titles and small estates near the lake, where she planted a garden, and where she hoped to retire when her duty ended.

Equipment:

• Bastard Sword. House Rukkeland said that this sword was made thousands of years ago, kept in pristine condition as an heirloom of House Rukkeland. Its high iron content and continuous polishing made it just as sharp and steady as the day it was made.
• War Pick. This is one of the several standard weapons used by the Ever-Blue Wardens. Gess chose it for its swiftness in combat.
• Gambeson, blue for the color of the Wardens
• Holy Bible, with pages related to the Book of Mormon torn out
• A single gold coin as a token of her heritage of House Rukkeland
• Pages of ancient printer paper bound into a blank book, materially, objectively, her most valuable possession

Coat-of-Arms:

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgL5xhrHnPk&feature=youtu.be&t=9

[Phaenix]

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Character Application
Name: Gess Leg
Sex: Female
Allegiance: Constable and Warden of the Ever-Blue Lake Tao
Nationality: Califan, with claims to Texarkan ancestry
Age: 23
Family: Descendant of Rukkeland, Member of Leg
Appearance: See right
Bio: House Rukkeland (henceforth, Rukkeland) and the surrounding houses operated on primogeniture. The Lord and Lady Rukkeland had been rumored incapable of having kids, and distant relatives from the south were ready to pounce on the arable lands of the Valley. After years of failure, it seemed that Rukkeland's line was all but spent. The southern families began making connections with the house's northern neighbors, as if Lord Rukkeland was already in the grave. Despite the machinations of her wily relatives, Gess became the firstborn. A son would have better legitimized Rukkeland, but the minor lord did his best to make Gess as capable of a statesman as he could, lest his neighbors resume previous talks of succession. She was taught to read and write Old English, and mastered the two-handed sword.

When Gess was 19, her mother died from an unknown plague. Her father remarried and remarkably had a son within a year of the marriage. Rukkeland's legitimacy was fully reinstated, much to the ire of Rukkeland's neighbors. Allies were needed, but Gess was far past the age for proper arranged marriages, not that any noble houses would take a Rukkeland. Marrying her off to some distant house in Deseret would be a favor that would never be repaid; the lands were just too distant. The only Califan House that was close enough to matter yet far enough from the southern family's lies would be the estranged House Leg.

Some might call House Leg (henceforth, Leg) dedicated, but most just call them weird. Leg's military capacity, which surpasses that of most houses in the Valley, kept Deseret's military ambitions on their side of the Sierra Nevadas for Generations but allowed Deseret's religion to quietly seep through and infiltrate. The cult that Leg practices, however, denies the authority and teachings of Joseph Smith, ostracizing themselves from the religions on both sides of their domain. Not surprisingly, Leg is full of isolation and meditation, with regards to diplomacy, religion, and culture. Seclusion allows the house to be intermediaries in international and intranational disputes, as well as safe havens for criminals and heretics, but also forces the house to be self-sufficient. While myths said the hills were once made of gold, the only goods that they provide now are wood and stone. The crown jewel of their territory is their Lake Tao, towards the defense of which they set aside entire chapters of knights.

Desperate, Lord Rukkeland made the trip to Lake Tao personally but knew nothing about House Leg, and so it was with great embarrassment that he had to ask if Leg had a son before he could ask if Gess Rukkeland could marry into that household. Lord Leg replied that he had no son, but that he would meditate on an alliance with Rukkeland. The noble went up to the mountaintops to reflect. When he returned a week later, he replied that Rukkeland may ally with Leg under the following conditions: Gess Rukkeland would convert to the Leg Cult. She would become a member of Leg and would learn to protect the Ever-Blue Lake Tao. Lord Rukkeland would be able to visit her, but Gess would never be allowed to leave the territory of Leg without the direct, explicit permission of Lord Leg. Rukkeland would vouch for Leg in the presence of the Emperor and would not declare war on any neighbor unless provoked. In addition, Rukkeland would cede seven small acre-size plots for Leg to build churches for the Leg Cult. Then, and only then, could an alliance exist.

Lord Rukkeland agreed to the terms, and the treaty was signed. Gess Leg, as she was now called, spent the next years of her life training as a soldier. She engaged in several reconnaissance missions and even a small border skirmish with Deseret forces. Perhaps because it was a new phenomenon, she became enthralled with the Leg Cult, and became one of its most devoted members. Lord Leg had several daughters who, while certainly not as fit for war as Gess was, eagerly befriended her and called her sister. It was through these friendships that Gess was able to relax from the relentless pressures of statesmanship and soldiery. She engaged in hobbies she had always wanted to pursue, though she soon found them boring and returned to the life of a warden. Though she never was required to do so, she took vows to Keep the Tao Lake Ever-Blue, and proclaimed allegiance to both Houses. For this, she was granted titles and small estates near the lake, where she planted a garden, and where she hoped to retire when her duty ended.

Equipment:

• Bastard Sword. House Rukkeland said that this sword was made thousands of years ago, kept in pristine condition as an heirloom of House Rukkeland. Its high iron content and continuous polishing made it just as sharp and steady as the day it was made.
• War Pick. This is one of the several standard weapons used by the Ever-Blue Wardens. Gess chose it for its swiftness in combat.
• Gambeson, blue for the color of the Wardens
• Holy Bible, with pages related to the Book of Mormon torn out
• A single gold coin as a token of her heritage of House Rukkeland
• Pages of ancient printer paper bound into a blank book, materially, objectively, her most valuable possession

Coat-of-Arms:

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Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgL5xhrHnPk&feature=youtu.be&t=9

Accepted!

[Grande-Louisiane]

Character Application
Name: Lucien Littlefoot
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Noble of Norleans
Nationality: Norleander (Lewisian/Gulfman parentage)
Age: 25
Family: House Littlefoot is a house of respectable wealth and minor prestige. It’s inaugural holder, Alfred Littlefoot, was a sellsword and hedge knight from Biloxi, a Gulfman in service to one of Norleans great families. He earned his title, Sieur de Convent, and a modest sugar plantation, by slaying the legendary Rougaroo, a mutated, gargantuan alligator that plagued the area. In the century since then, House Littlefoot has had a modest impact on realm politics, its scions preferring the quotidian diligence of agriculture and business.
Appearance: TBD
Bio: (at least two paragraphs)
Equipment:
Coat-of-Arms: (if noble or pretender)
Theme: (optional)



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[Western Fardelshufflestein]

Character Application

Name: Gaylen Tailier I
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Nobleman
Nationality: Southron
Age: 43
Family: House Tailier, which upon first glance appears French in origin, has no such claim to a Frankish heritage. Rather, House Tailier is deeply rooted in Anglith tradition. The family altered the spelling of its name when it gained significant claims to land near Lewisian territory, though much of its holdings and power are concentrated in [the IC name for Virginia]. House Tailier is one of the most powerful Houses, if not the most powerful House, in its local state, and is certainly one of the most powerful houses in Southron.

The current Head of House Tailier is Zackeri Tailier, a grizzled man with great deeds in combat and atrocious spelling. He is a bachelor and Gaylen's uncle who came into power after Gaylen's father and Zackeri's elder brother, William, died of a consuming disease (OOC: Tuberculosis). Gaylen is currently the heir to the Tailier estate; he has two younger brothers and three younger sisters (Adami, Paeley, Helena, Ross, Tiffani). His wife, hails from the similarly powerful House Zhefferson, which has lands to the west of the Tailier territories but still within the same region (OOC: state) of Southron. Together, they have three children: Gaylen, Henricus, and Emma. Gaylen once had an affair with a Vikun woman from Mikag; as a result, he has an illegitimate daughter, Poitri, aged 15.
Appearance:

Bio: Gaylen, the son of William Tailier and Elisabeth Monroe Tailier, has always known strife. He grew up under the shadow of conflict, with his father and uncles going off on campaigns in the name of Virgenland and Southron. Whether they returned in victory or defeat, he was there to greet them with his siblings, mother, and extended family, and listened to the often horror-filled tales of how they got their scars. He bore witness to the deterioration of two of his uncles as they succumbed to their inner demons, reduced to bedridden forms shivering beneath the sheets as the cohort of Gaylen's mother and aunts did their best to nurse them. The oldest of his uncles, Karles, died in battle after having a trauma-induced fit whilst fighting, while his youngest uncle became completely incapacitated and eventually perished in his wife's arms.

Even as his family struggled beneath the yoke of combat and power, Gaylen was trained in the ways of warfare. He was whittled into a military general by the age of eighteen and was sent to his first campaign not three months after his birthday. The campaign, though a success, opened Gaylen's eyes to the gravity of what his uncles and father had witnessed. When one of his men was decapitated before his eyes, Gaylen, who was otherwise desensitized to death, went almost into a stat of shock and was nearly decapitated himself. Yet he shoved his emotions deep within him and carried out the campaign as ordered.

At age nineteen, he wed Margaret Zhefferson Tailer; their first child, Gaylen II, was born ten months later. Between his campaigns and political interactions, Gaylen spent time with his wife and had two more children with her. Upon the death of his father, his Uncle Zackeri assumed control of the estate. Gaylen was initially skeptical about this, but because he was so young, he did not object. He had his family to think about.

When Gaylen was not quite twenty-eight, he had a prolonged campaign in what is now Mikag. Scared, desperate, and lonely, he began courting a young Vikun woman who was fighting for his side. Their relationship lasted over the course of a single winter, but, come that fall, he received a letter written in Common Tongue: the woman, Firna, had given birth to his daughter.

Gaylen went into panic mode. He had committed a mortal sin punishable by death, and he was the heir to one of the most powerful Houses in Southron. It was all he could do not to turn himself in. He confessed to his wife in secret and later told his legitimate children, then set out to make amends.

There was very little he could do without drawing suspicion to himself. As such, he has hardly any connection with Poitri, and he cannot claim her as his own without condemning himself and possibly his entire House. But he writes to them as often as he safely can and prays often about his situation.

Gaylen is not as involved in politics as he is in warfare, though he has a major role in both. He serves as a deputy to his uncle and thus carries great diplomatic power in Virgenland. Often, he will be sent as an emissary to other Houses to meet with dukes, and he arranged the marriages of his three legitimate children based on the political climate. Part of him is wary of House Hanover in Marielyn, though this may be unfounded, and he does his best to hide his feelings from others.
Equipment: Approximately 14,000 men as the House Tailier second-in-command and highly ranked Southron general; custom-made armor; a longsword; a shield emblazoned with his family crest; a horse named Old Sport; papers proving nobility
Coat-of-Arms:

Theme: Around 7:06 or so.

[Phaenix]

Character Application

Name: Gaylen Tailier I
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Nobleman
Nationality: Southron
Age: 43
Family: House Tailier, which upon first glance appears French in origin, has no such claim to a Frankish heritage. Rather, House Tailier is deeply rooted in Anglith tradition. The family altered the spelling of its name when it gained significant claims to land near Lewisian territory, though much of its holdings and power are concentrated in [the IC name for Virginia]. House Tailier is one of the most powerful Houses, if not the most powerful House, in its local state, and is certainly one of the most powerful houses in Southron.

The current Head of House Tailier is Zackeri Tailier, a grizzled man with great deeds in combat and atrocious spelling. He is a bachelor and Gaylen's uncle who came into power after Gaylen's father and Zackeri's elder brother, William, died of a consuming disease (OOC: Tuberculosis). Gaylen is currently the heir to the Tailier estate; he has two younger brothers and three younger sisters (Adami, Paeley, Helena, Ross, Tiffani). His wife, hails from the similarly powerful House Zhefferson, which has lands to the west of the Tailier territories but still within the same region (OOC: state) of Southron. Together, they have three children: Gaylen, Henricus, and Emma. Gaylen once had an affair with a Vikun woman from Mikag; as a result, he has an illegitimate daughter, Poitri, aged 15.
Appearance:

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Bio: Gaylen, the son of William Tailier and Elisabeth Monroe Tailier, has always known strife. He grew up under the shadow of conflict, with his father and uncles going off on campaigns in the name of Virgenland and Southron. Whether they returned in victory or defeat, he was there to greet them with his siblings, mother, and extended family, and listened to the often horror-filled tales of how they got their scars. He bore witness to the deterioration of two of his uncles as they succumbed to their inner demons, reduced to bedridden forms shivering beneath the sheets as the cohort of Gaylen's mother and aunts did their best to nurse them. The oldest of his uncles, Karles, died in battle after having a trauma-induced fit whilst fighting, while his youngest uncle became completely incapacitated and eventually perished in his wife's arms.

Even as his family struggled beneath the yoke of combat and power, Gaylen was trained in the ways of warfare. He was whittled into a military general by the age of eighteen and was sent to his first campaign not three months after his birthday. The campaign, though a success, opened Gaylen's eyes to the gravity of what his uncles and father had witnessed. When one of his men was decapitated before his eyes, Gaylen, who was otherwise desensitized to death, went almost into a stat of shock and was nearly decapitated himself. Yet he shoved his emotions deep within him and carried out the campaign as ordered.

At age nineteen, he wed Margaret Zhefferson Tailer; their first child, Gaylen II, was born ten months later. Between his campaigns and political interactions, Gaylen spent time with his wife and had two more children with her. Upon the death of his father, his Uncle Zackeri assumed control of the estate. Gaylen was initially skeptical about this, but because he was so young, he did not object. He had his family to think about.

When Gaylen was not quite twenty-eight, he had a prolonged campaign in what is now Mikag. Scared, desperate, and lonely, he began courting a young Vikun woman who was fighting for his side. Their relationship lasted over the course of a single winter, but, come that fall, he received a letter written in Common Tongue: the woman, Firna, had given birth to his daughter.

Gaylen went into panic mode. He had committed a mortal sin punishable by death, and he was the heir to one of the most powerful Houses in Southron. It was all he could do not to turn himself in. He confessed to his wife in secret and later told his legitimate children, then set out to make amends.

There was very little he could do without drawing suspicion to himself. As such, he has hardly any connection with Poitri, and he cannot claim her as his own without condemning himself and possibly his entire House. But he writes to them as often as he safely can and prays often about his situation.

Gaylen is not as involved in politics as he is in warfare, though he has a major role in both. He serves as a deputy to his uncle and thus carries great diplomatic power in Virgenland. Often, he will be sent as an emissary to other Houses to meet with dukes, and he arranged the marriages of his three legitimate children based on the political climate. Part of him is wary of House Hanover in Marielyn, though this may be unfounded, and he does his best to hide his feelings from others.
Equipment: Approximately 14,000 men as the House Tailier second-in-command and highly ranked Southron general; custom-made armor; a longsword; a shield emblazoned with his family crest; a horse named Old Sport; papers proving nobility
Coat-of-Arms:

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Theme: Hang on a sec

Accepted!

[Dragos Bee]

I'll be unavailable tomorrow my end, but not the day after that, hopefully.

[Zjaum]

So... is anyone going to post?

My general rule before posting is to have two posts before and after my most recent post, the four of which don't share an author. Otherwise, it's just three or four people speedwriting a wall of text. Is anyone interested in making a post?

[Phaenix]

So... is anyone going to post?

My general rule before posting is to have two posts before and after my most recent post, the four of which don't share an author. Otherwise, it's just three or four people speedwriting a wall of text. Is anyone interested in making a post?

I'm just waiting for Western to post. Don't want to leave them behind.

[Western Fardelshufflestein]

I've been distracted and busy! Sorry!!!

[Dragos Bee]

Character Application

Name: Irene Augusta

Sex: Female

Allegiance: Queen Regnant/Female King

Nationality: Ilynoi (Greek-American)

Age: 28

Family:

Ioannes (Johann) Augustus (Husband, 28 years old) - A distant relative of King Bismarc of the Cleave, matrelineally married to Irene as part of her father's 'deviant', but vindicated policies. His initial value is that he came with an 'honor guard' of 520 (formerly 550) 'Winged Knights', heavy cavalry which fills a vital niche in the usually infantry-focused armies of the poleis of Neopoleis (formerly the Champaign-Urbana area). However, he has won the heart of his wife and to a lesser extent, his new people, by willingly converting to Orthodox Christianity and being an honest, amiable and generous person. Not just that, but he is also an avid intellectual and philosopher in contrast with his wife's amazonian ways.

Basileos (Son, 8 years old) - Irene and Ioannes' son, Half-Cleavelander and Half-Illynoi, yet being raised in Eastern Ilinoi culture. An average boy, yet also the carrier of the hopes and dreams of the Neopoleis city-kingdom.

Appearance:


Bio: Irene Augusta was the last of five children, four of them male. Though unusually strong, healthy, and determined, Irene was to be raised as a mere ornament for the court, to be married off to another city-state's leader. She was taught that this was the way, the natural order of things, and for a while, she was content with that. Her lessons were of the womanly arts of embroidery, dancing and singing, and the lives of the Saints, both male and female. But in the haiographies of the latter came her personal salvation, for one day, the Patriarch of her city gave a lecture where one of the saints, the one her name was taken from, was said to have held the rank of Empress and convened a Council of Priests to defend the use of Icons against heretics who argued that the use of any image at all was against the Word of God.

But although she asked in private about 'Saint Irene' later on, the Patriarch was not able to give her more information than that, for much of the lore of the past was lost. So she was left with her own fantasies: Saint Irene must have been a warrior like her brothers, fighting in a Phalanx of her own. Or a wise and holy woman whose words were respected enough to elevate her to Empresshood. Never would she know, for the knowledge had been gone for many long centuries, that Irene was a ruthless politician who had usurped and blinded her own son, which was for the best. Either way, these fantasies spurred her to seek out knowledge from wise men, ostensibly to live a holier life, and also to seek out books and scrolls which were not fit for a lady.

In time, these would have been discovered and Irene punished, if not for a sudden disaster. Her cousin, Leon, had fallen into the same heresy the city's Patriarch had denounced so long ago, and drew on his reputation as a skilled soldier, and the defeats suffered by Irene's brothers and her father in battles against other city-states and the 'Winged Knights' of the Cleave, to promote his 'Iconoclasm', which claimed that the veneration of Christian Icons was as sinful as their Pagan enemies in West Ilynoi's worship of other gods. Sensing the coming coup, the Basileus/King of Neopoleis decided that it was better to invite a foriegner than lose his throne to a heretic, and made the hard decision to marry off Irene to a distant relative of the King of the Cleave, Bismarc, in exchange for the support of the 'Winged Knights'.

This proved to be the final straw for the Iconoclasts, and they took over the city in a bloody coup, executing the Basileus/King and his sons, leaving Irene, who was on her way to the Cleave, behind. Word of their death arrived to her just as she was settling in the estate of her husband, pregnant with their son. And pregnancy did not lighten the rage which overtook her when she learned of the loss of her family - Rage which combined with the news that her husband, though not a fighter, had 550 'Winged Knights' as her dowry and they were at the disposal of the legitimate ruler of Neopoleis, which was her and not her heretic cousin.

Once she had given birth, once she had recovered and placed her son in the wet-nurse's care, Irene went to her husband to ask for his aid, intending to argue that this was beneficial for him. In response, he asked her if she really wanted this, if she wasn't merely obligated to fight for her rights. She retorted hotly that she had no rights since she was born, only for her husband to sigh, hand her a sword, and say, "If you wish to change that, learn how to use this. If you can learn how to fight, as a Winged Knight yourself, in a year, all I have is yours'."

She took the sword, she learned, and in a year, her husband kept his word. And so she rode towards Neopoleis with 550 other Winged Knights, encountering the former Patriarch of her city on the way and hearing his sad tale - He had been forced out by the Iconoclasts when they decreed the destruction of all Icons, and he had barely been able to escape with the last remaining one, a banner with the Blessed Virgin's face on it. He gave it to her, begging for the salvation of his city, and when she held it, it shone with holy light - It was indeed a Holy Relic!

Emboldened by this, she and her troops headed for the city with a simple plan - Half of her troops would dismount and engage her cousin's phalanx, while the other would flank said phalanx and crush it entirely. Needless to say, it worked, especially as half of said Phalanx saw the Holy Banner glowing and refused to fight for a heretic who had tried to destroy it, and thus defected to her side. Her cousin died that day, head cut off by her own sword, and she became Queen, or rather, a Female King.

And she swore this, that the Ilynoi of the East will be united against all threats to their Faith. On the Blessed Virgin and Saint Irene, she swore it.

Equipment:

The Holy Banner (Magical Item, Permitted by the GM in Discord) - A Banner of the Blessed Virgin woven from brightly-dyed silk, the 'holy light' emanating from this, a holy light which raises the morale of units using this to unheard of, perhaps insane, levels. This is the proof that Irene can rule in her own right, and flout several deeply-held traditions, as long as she had the 'Blessings of Heaven'. Not just that, but it is somehow able to bend the rules of physics enough to act as a lance without suffering damage to its form and frame.

Winged Knight's Kit - Warhorse, Riding Horse, Sword, Mace, Mail Armor and Breatplate, Helmet and Shield.

The Army of Neopoleis - The standing and reserve forces of the city she rules over, now swelled by new followers who had come to see the Holy Banner. These number:

- 520 Winged Knights which fight in the Cleave way of warfare.
- 8000 Hoplite Spearmen.
- 800 Crossbowmen hired as mercenaries as part of army reforms Irene is passing.
- 1000 Native Crossbowmen-in-training.
- 1000 Skirmishers with Javelins and Slings.
- 800 Light Cavalry.

Coat-of-Arms:


Theme: (optional)

[Phaenix]

Character Application

Name: Irene Augusta

Sex: Female

Allegiance: Queen Regnant/Female King

Nationality: Ilynoi (Greek-American)

Age: 28

Family:

Ioannes (Johann) Augustus (Husband, 28 years old) - A distant relative of King Bismarc of the Cleave, matrelineally married to Irene as part of her father's 'deviant', but vindicated policies. His initial value is that he came with an 'honor guard' of 520 (formerly 550) 'Winged Knights', heavy cavalry which fills a vital niche in the usually infantry-focused armies of the poleis of Neopoleis (formerly the Champaign-Urbana area). However, he has won the heart of his wife and to a lesser extent, his new people, by willingly converting to Orthodox Christianity and being an honest, amiable and generous person. Not just that, but he is also an avid intellectual and philosopher in contrast with his wife's amazonian ways.

Basileos (Son, 8 years old) - Irene and Ioannes' son, Half-Cleavelander and Half-Illynoi, yet being raised in Eastern Ilinoi culture. An average boy, yet also the carrier of the hopes and dreams of the Neopoleis city-kingdom.

Appearance:
(Image)

Bio: Irene Augusta was the last of five children, four of them male. Though unusually strong, healthy, and determined, Irene was to be raised as a mere ornament for the court, to be married off to another city-state's leader. She was taught that this was the way, the natural order of things, and for a while, she was content with that. Her lessons were of the womanly arts of embroidery, dancing and singing, and the lives of the Saints, both male and female. But in the haiographies of the latter came her personal salvation, for one day, the Patriarch of her city gave a lecture where one of the saints, the one her name was taken from, was said to have held the rank of Empress and convened a Council of Priests to defend the use of Icons against heretics who argued that the use of any image at all was against the Word of God.

But although she asked in private about 'Saint Irene' later on, the Patriarch was not able to give her more information than that, for much of the lore of the past was lost. So she was left with her own fantasies: Saint Irene must have been a warrior like her brothers, fighting in a Phalanx of her own. Or a wise and holy woman whose words were respected enough to elevate her to Empresshood. Never would she know, for the knowledge had been gone for many long centuries, that Irene was a ruthless politician who had usurped and blinded her own son, which was for the best. Either way, these fantasies spurred her to seek out knowledge from wise men, ostensibly to live a holier life, and also to seek out books and scrolls which were not fit for a lady.

In time, these would have been discovered and Irene punished, if not for a sudden disaster. Her cousin, Leon, had fallen into the same heresy the city's Patriarch had denounced so long ago, and drew on his reputation as a skilled soldier, and the defeats suffered by Irene's brothers and her father in battles against other city-states and the 'Winged Knights' of the Cleave, to promote his 'Iconoclasm', which claimed that the veneration of Christian Icons was as sinful as their Pagan enemies in West Ilynoi's worship of other gods. Sensing the coming coup, the Basileus/King of Neopoleis decided that it was better to invite a foriegner than lose his throne to a heretic, and made the hard decision to marry off Irene to a distant relative of the King of the Cleave, Bismarc, in exchange for the support of the 'Winged Knights'.

This proved to be the final straw for the Iconoclasts, and they took over the city in a bloody coup, executing the Basileus/King and his sons, leaving Irene, who was on her way to the Cleave, behind. Word of their death arrived to her just as she was settling in the estate of her husband, pregnant with their son. And pregnancy did not lighten the rage which overtook her when she learned of the loss of her family - Rage which combined with the news that her husband, though not a fighter, had 550 'Winged Knights' as her dowry and they were at the disposal of the legitimate ruler of Neopoleis, which was her and not her heretic cousin.

Once she had given birth, once she had recovered and placed her son in the wet-nurse's care, Irene went to her husband to ask for his aid, intending to argue that this was beneficial for him. In response, he asked her if she really wanted this, if she wasn't merely obligated to fight for her rights. She retorted hotly that she had no rights since she was born, only for her husband to sigh, hand her a sword, and say, "If you wish to change that, learn how to use this. If you can learn how to fight, as a Winged Knight yourself, in a year, all I have is yours'."

She took the sword, she learned, and in a year, her husband kept his word. And so she rode towards Neopoleis with 550 other Winged Knights, encountering the former Patriarch of her city on the way and hearing his sad tale - He had been forced out by the Iconoclasts when they decreed the destruction of all Icons, and he had barely been able to escape with the last remaining one, a banner with the Blessed Virgin's face on it. He gave it to her, begging for the salvation of his city, and when she held it, it shone with holy light - It was indeed a Holy Relic!

Emboldened by this, she and her troops headed for the city with a simple plan - Half of her troops would dismount and engage her cousin's phalanx, while the other would flank said phalanx and crush it entirely. Needless to say, it worked, especially as half of said Phalanx saw the Holy Banner glowing and refused to fight for a heretic who had tried to destroy it, and thus defected to her side. Her cousin died that day, head cut off by her own sword, and she became Queen, or rather, a Female King.

And she swore this, that the Ilynoi of the East will be united against all threats to their Faith. On the Blessed Virgin and Saint Irene, she swore it.

Equipment:

The Holy Banner (Magical Item, Permitted by the GM in Discord) - A Banner of the Blessed Virgin woven from brightly-dyed silk, the 'holy light' emanating from this, a holy light which raises the morale of units using this to unheard of, perhaps insane, levels. This is the proof that Irene can rule in her own right, and flout several deeply-held traditions, as long as she had the 'Blessings of Heaven'. Not just that, but it is somehow able to bend the rules of physics enough to act as a lance without suffering damage to its form and frame.

Winged Knight's Kit - Warhorse, Riding Horse, Sword, Mace, Mail Armor and Breatplate, Helmet and Shield.

The Army of Neopoleis - The standing and reserve forces of the city she rules over, now swelled by new followers who had come to see the Holy Banner. These number:

- 520 Winged Knights which fight in the Cleave way of warfare.
- 8000 Hoplite Spearmen.
- 800 Crossbowmen hired as mercenaries as part of army reforms Irene is passing.
- 1000 Native Crossbowmen-in-training.
- 1000 Skirmishers with Javelins and Slings.
- 800 Light Cavalry.

Coat-of-Arms:
(Image)

Theme: (optional)

Getting some Joan d'Arc vibes. And some Justinian vibes. Just vibes all around. Accepted!

[Zjaum]

Character Application

Name: Irene Augusta

Sex: Female

Allegiance: Queen Regnant/Female King

Nationality: Ilynoi (Greek-American)

Age: 28

Family:

Ioannes (Johann) Augustus (Husband, 28 years old) - A distant relative of King Bismarc of the Cleave, matrelineally married to Irene as part of her father's 'deviant', but vindicated policies. His initial value is that he came with an 'honor guard' of 520 (formerly 550) 'Winged Knights', heavy cavalry which fills a vital niche in the usually infantry-focused armies of the poleis of Neopoleis (formerly the Champaign-Urbana area). However, he has won the heart of his wife and to a lesser extent, his new people, by willingly converting to Orthodox Christianity and being an honest, amiable and generous person. Not just that, but he is also an avid intellectual and philosopher in contrast with his wife's amazonian ways.

Basileos (Son, 8 years old) - Irene and Ioannes' son, Half-Cleavelander and Half-Illynoi, yet being raised in Eastern Ilinoi culture. An average boy, yet also the carrier of the hopes and dreams of the Neopoleis city-kingdom.

Appearance:
(Image)

Bio: Irene Augusta was the last of five children, four of them male. Though unusually strong, healthy, and determined, Irene was to be raised as a mere ornament for the court, to be married off to another city-state's leader. She was taught that this was the way, the natural order of things, and for a while, she was content with that. Her lessons were of the womanly arts of embroidery, dancing and singing, and the lives of the Saints, both male and female. But in the haiographies of the latter came her personal salvation, for one day, the Patriarch of her city gave a lecture where one of the saints, the one her name was taken from, was said to have held the rank of Empress and convened a Council of Priests to defend the use of Icons against heretics who argued that the use of any image at all was against the Word of God.

But although she asked in private about 'Saint Irene' later on, the Patriarch was not able to give her more information than that, for much of the lore of the past was lost. So she was left with her own fantasies: Saint Irene must have been a warrior like her brothers, fighting in a Phalanx of her own. Or a wise and holy woman whose words were respected enough to elevate her to Empresshood. Never would she know, for the knowledge had been gone for many long centuries, that Irene was a ruthless politician who had usurped and blinded her own son, which was for the best. Either way, these fantasies spurred her to seek out knowledge from wise men, ostensibly to live a holier life, and also to seek out books and scrolls which were not fit for a lady.

In time, these would have been discovered and Irene punished, if not for a sudden disaster. Her cousin, Leon, had fallen into the same heresy the city's Patriarch had denounced so long ago, and drew on his reputation as a skilled soldier, and the defeats suffered by Irene's brothers and her father in battles against other city-states and the 'Winged Knights' of the Cleave, to promote his 'Iconoclasm', which claimed that the veneration of Christian Icons was as sinful as their Pagan enemies in West Ilynoi's worship of other gods. Sensing the coming coup, the Basileus/King of Neopoleis decided that it was better to invite a foriegner than lose his throne to a heretic, and made the hard decision to marry off Irene to a distant relative of the King of the Cleave, Bismarc, in exchange for the support of the 'Winged Knights'.

This proved to be the final straw for the Iconoclasts, and they took over the city in a bloody coup, executing the Basileus/King and his sons, leaving Irene, who was on her way to the Cleave, behind. Word of their death arrived to her just as she was settling in the estate of her husband, pregnant with their son. And pregnancy did not lighten the rage which overtook her when she learned of the loss of her family - Rage which combined with the news that her husband, though not a fighter, had 550 'Winged Knights' as her dowry and they were at the disposal of the legitimate ruler of Neopoleis, which was her and not her heretic cousin.

Once she had given birth, once she had recovered and placed her son in the wet-nurse's care, Irene went to her husband to ask for his aid, intending to argue that this was beneficial for him. In response, he asked her if she really wanted this, if she wasn't merely obligated to fight for her rights. She retorted hotly that she had no rights since she was born, only for her husband to sigh, hand her a sword, and say, "If you wish to change that, learn how to use this. If you can learn how to fight, as a Winged Knight yourself, in a year, all I have is yours'."

She took the sword, she learned, and in a year, her husband kept his word. And so she rode towards Neopoleis with 550 other Winged Knights, encountering the former Patriarch of her city on the way and hearing his sad tale - He had been forced out by the Iconoclasts when they decreed the destruction of all Icons, and he had barely been able to escape with the last remaining one, a banner with the Blessed Virgin's face on it. He gave it to her, begging for the salvation of his city, and when she held it, it shone with holy light - It was indeed a Holy Relic!

Emboldened by this, she and her troops headed for the city with a simple plan - Half of her troops would dismount and engage her cousin's phalanx, while the other would flank said phalanx and crush it entirely. Needless to say, it worked, especially as half of said Phalanx saw the Holy Banner glowing and refused to fight for a heretic who had tried to destroy it, and thus defected to her side. Her cousin died that day, head cut off by her own sword, and she became Queen, or rather, a Female King.

And she swore this, that the Ilynoi of the East will be united against all threats to their Faith. On the Blessed Virgin and Saint Irene, she swore it.

Equipment:

The Holy Banner (Magical Item, Permitted by the GM in Discord) - A Banner of the Blessed Virgin woven from brightly-dyed silk, the 'holy light' emanating from this, a holy light which raises the morale of units using this to unheard of, perhaps insane, levels. This is the proof that Irene can rule in her own right, and flout several deeply-held traditions, as long as she had the 'Blessings of Heaven'. Not just that, but it is somehow able to bend the rules of physics enough to act as a lance without suffering damage to its form and frame.

Winged Knight's Kit - Warhorse, Riding Horse, Sword, Mace, Mail Armor and Breatplate, Helmet and Shield.

The Army of Neopoleis - The standing and reserve forces of the city she rules over, now swelled by new followers who had come to see the Holy Banner. These number:

- 520 Winged Knights which fight in the Cleave way of warfare.
- 8000 Hoplite Spearmen.
- 800 Crossbowmen hired as mercenaries as part of army reforms Irene is passing.
- 1000 Native Crossbowmen-in-training.
- 1000 Skirmishers with Javelins and Slings.
- 800 Light Cavalry.

Coat-of-Arms:
(Image)

Theme: (optional)

Getting some Joan d'Arc vibes. And some Justinian vibes. Just vibes all around. Accepted!

But mostly Fate vibes. A LOT of Fate vibes.

[Lessoni]

Tagging, might just hop in

[Zjaum]

Tagging, might just hop in

Welcome aboard, potentially!

[Lessoni]

Character Application

Name: Steinar Recklon
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Wanderer
Nationality: Texarkan
Age: 60
Family: N/A
Appearance:

Bio: Dealing death was a young man’s game, that much was clear. Old men had no place on the frontlines, no place squaring off with their youngers and betters, rending flesh and burning fields, and it was this belief that Steinar held dear, as he brawled his way through every drinking hall Texarkana had to offer and looting a swath across the Confederacy, though never straying too far from the border. He was reckless, but he wasn’t quite foolhardy. He never gained a reputation, never staying long enough for anyone to learn his name, and over the years he amassed himself enough wealth to live at least comfortably for however long he’d live. But he never gave it a rest, the action of a fight bringing him more joy than any coin or food he’d stolen.

But all good things must come to an end, and youth falls among that. Steinar got old, his bones aching in the morning, no longer able to hop onto his horse so easily, his axe more heavy at 50 than it had been at 25. The men he travelled with didn’t leave him behind, though, not so long as he could hold his own, and hold his own he could. He wasn’t in the front charge, but he’d be as close behind as he could manage. And then he took an arrow to the chest, and no one stopped to help him back on his horse, no one stopped to make sure he was at least bandaged. They left the now old man behind, and after pulling the arrow out, bandaging the hole, and resting for weeks, almost back to his old self, he realized. Old men had no place brawling. But he wasn’t gonna let that stop him.
Equipment:

1x Greataxe
1x Studded roundshield
1x Battleaxe
1x Set of scale mail with gauntlets and helmet
Coat-of-Arms: N/A
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w77ycjbCDbA

[Phaenix]

Character Application

Name: Steinar Recklon
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Wanderer
Nationality: Texarkan
Age: 60
Family: N/A
Appearance:

(Image)

Bio: Dealing death was a young man’s game, that much was clear. Old men had no place on the frontlines, no place squaring off with their youngers and betters, rending flesh and burning fields, and it was this belief that Steinar held dear, as he brawled his way through every drinking hall Texarkana had to offer and looting a swath across the Confederacy, though never straying too far from the border. He was reckless, but he wasn’t quite foolhardy. He never gained a reputation, never staying long enough for anyone to learn his name, and over the years he amassed himself enough wealth to live at least comfortably for however long he’d live. But he never gave it a rest, the action of a fight bringing him more joy than any coin or food he’d stolen.

But all good things must come to an end, and youth falls among that. Steinar got old, his bones aching in the morning, no longer able to hop onto his horse so easily, his axe more heavy at 50 than it had been at 25. The men he travelled with didn’t leave him behind, though, not so long as he could hold his own, and hold his own he could. He wasn’t in the front charge, but he’d be as close behind as he could manage. And then he took an arrow to the chest, and no one stopped to help him back on his horse, no one stopped to make sure he was at least bandaged. They left the now old man behind, and after pulling the arrow out, bandaging the hole, and resting for weeks, almost back to his old self, he realized. Old men had no place brawling. But he wasn’t gonna let that stop him.
Equipment:

1x Greataxe
1x Studded roundshield
1x Battleaxe
1x Set of scale mail with gauntlets and helmet
Coat-of-Arms: N/A
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w77ycjbCDbA

Accepted!

[Zjaum]

Character Application
Name: Obadiah "The Wagon" Hishaw
Sex: Male
Allegiance: First to his God;
Second, to his small town beside the City of Blue Grass, the hamlet of Pervil;
Third, to his lord, who controls the City of Blue Grass and the surrounding countryside, from the Great Mountains to the Great River, the Duke of Cain.
Nationality: Plashun, a blend of Cleaveman and Southron
Age: 40
Family: A wife (Esther, 36) and four children: Ruth, 6; Naomi, 12; Jonah, 14; and Sarah, 18.
Appearance: See right
Bio: Obadiah is a local hero of Pervil, though his legend is limited to the confines of his small village. A decade ago, roving bandits raided Pervil and kidnapped a number of marrying-age women. For reasons still unknown, perhaps due to her height, eight-year-old Sarah was swept up with the kidnapped. The residents of Pervil were greatly saddened by the event but decided themselves too weak for retaliation. They came from and disappeared to nowhere; there was no hope of finding them. Obadiah, however, riled up the town, painting the villains as rapists and pedophiles who must be stopped at any costs. He amassed a posse and equipped them with pitchforks, scythes, and axes to hunt the kidnappers and slaughter them like the vermin they were. Their militia first traveled westward. The locals there had raiders aplenty, but none that matched the description Hishaw gave. Their morale lessened, they traveled east into the mountains. Their descriptions hit closer and closer to home, and many villages supplied them with better equipment, food, and even recruits. The bandits soon saw an army of hundreds slam down upon their camp, killing every defender in the area. All of the maidens were rescued and brought safely home, most, miraculously, untouched. Legends say that in the battle Obadiah pried a wheel off of a nearby supply cart, using his newfound shield and his trident to defeat the sword-wielding bandit leader. Obadiah staunchly denies this, stating it must have been someone else, but henceforth he was known as "The Wagon."

Five years later, in a year of poor harvest, the Duchy sent tax collectors to Pervil to demand a tribute of grain. The villagers offered the lord what they could, but it was nowhere near enough to satisfy the collector-general. He sent the soldiers with him into the village to collect as recompense any spare food, or luxury goods, the villagers might have hidden. Before they could do so, Obadiah and his now-experienced posse blocked Cain's troops from the cottages. "If the Duke wishes to take more than his normal share," said the leader, "Let him do so himself, lest news of his tyranny spread throughout his duchy." The tax collector begrudgingly withdrew his troops, and, two weeks later, Obadiah's petition was fulfilled. Obadiah and Cain spoke as equals from within Hishaw's cottage. A deal was struck between the two leaders that was mutually beneficial, given the circumstances, and Obadiah, while not the official mayor, became the most influential person in Pervil.

Aside from minor quarrels like these, Pervil, and in fact the entire region, had not seen large-scale conflicts since time immemorial. The Cleaves didn't have ambitions with the Southrons and vice versa, so land switched hands rarely and peaceably. Now, however, a large Texarkan horde sweeps through the southwest, and threatens to burn everything down between the Mississippi and Jameston. Obadiah would not see his hamlet fall, nor his neighbors left destitute. But he'd never faced anything quite this large before. It was time to prepare Pervil for war.

Equipment: Pitchfork, long pipe, tool set
Coat-of-Arms: N/A
Theme: Hard Times Come Again No More!

[Phaenix]

(Image)

Character Application
Name: Obadiah "The Wagon" Hishaw
Sex: Male
Allegiance: First to his God;
Second, to his small town beside the City of Blue Grass, the hamlet of Pervil;
Third, to his lord, who controls the City of Blue Grass and the surrounding countryside, from the Great Mountains to the Great River, the Duke of Cain.
Nationality: Plashun, a blend of Cleaveman and Southron
Age: 40
Family: A wife (Esther, 36) and four children: Ruth, 6; Naomi, 12; Jonah, 14; and Sarah, 18.
Appearance: See right
Bio: Obadiah is a local hero of Pervil, though his legend is limited to the confines of his small village. A decade ago, roving bandits raided Pervil and kidnapped a number of marrying-age women. For reasons still unknown, perhaps due to her height, eight-year-old Sarah was swept up with the kidnapped. The residents of Pervil were greatly saddened by the event but decided themselves too weak for retaliation. They came from and disappeared to nowhere; there was no hope of finding them. Obadiah, however, riled up the town, painting the villains as rapists and pedophiles who must be stopped at any costs. He amassed a posse and equipped them with pitchforks, scythes, and axes to hunt the kidnappers and slaughter them like the vermin they were. Their militia first traveled westward. The locals there had raiders aplenty, but none that matched the description Hishaw gave. Their morale lessened, they traveled east into the mountains. Their descriptions hit closer and closer to home, and many villages supplied them with better equipment, food, and even recruits. The bandits soon saw an army of hundreds slam down upon their camp, killing every defender in the area. All of the maidens were rescued and brought safely home, most, miraculously, untouched. Legends say that in the battle Obadiah pried a wheel off of a nearby supply cart, using his newfound shield and his trident to defeat the sword-wielding bandit leader. Obadiah staunchly denies this, stating it must have been someone else, but henceforth he was known as "The Wagon."

Five years later, in a year of poor harvest, the Duchy sent tax collectors to Pervil to demand a tribute of grain. The villagers offered the lord what they could, but it was nowhere near enough to satisfy the collector-general. He sent the soldiers with him into the village to collect as recompense any spare food, or luxury goods, the villagers might have hidden. Before they could do so, Obadiah and his now-experienced posse blocked Cain's troops from the cottages. "If the Duke wishes to take more than his normal share," said the leader, "Let him do so himself, lest news of his tyranny spread throughout his duchy." The tax collector begrudgingly withdrew his troops, and, two weeks later, Obadiah's petition was fulfilled. Obadiah and Cain spoke as equals from within Hishaw's cottage. A deal was struck between the two leaders that was mutually beneficial, given the circumstances, and Obadiah, while not the official mayor, became the most influential person in Pervil.

Aside from minor quarrels like these, Pervil, and in fact the entire region, had not seen large-scale conflicts since time immemorial. The Cleaves didn't have ambitions with the Southrons and vice versa, so land switched hands rarely and peaceably. Now, however, a large Texarkan horde sweeps through the southwest, and threatens to burn everything down between the Mississippi and Jameston. Obadiah would not see his hamlet fall, nor his neighbors left destitute. But he'd never faced anything quite this large before. It was time to prepare Pervil for war.

Equipment: Pitchfork, long pipe, tool set
Coat-of-Arms: N/A
Theme: Hard Times Come Again No More!

Accepted!

[Dragos Bee]

Sorry about this, but I need to go on hiatus. I will be back one day if this RP continues, though, but right now, I have the itch to try and start a full Nation Roleplay elsewhere on PT2M...

[Western Fardelshufflestein]

Sorry about this, but I need to go on hiatus. I will be back one day if this RP continues, though, but right now, I have the itch to try and start a full Nation Roleplay elsewhere on PT2M...

That's totally good! May your RP ventures be super epic!