All credits of this video go to a personal friend of mine Daisuke Aurora
A world, a city, a king A world aware of its destiny where prosperity is decided by a repeating course of events.
A city lead by a cyclical prophecy where the people, live, love, and die.
A king who is born to prepare for the day he will leave and never be able to return.
Welcome to Crassia
Dearest Son,
I guess I should begin my explanation here, odd that this will be my final entry in this journal. I've kept it ever since I was a kid, but the odd thing was this journal was never just mine. Before my father left, he wrote here too and before him his father, and I really don't feel like pushing that any further, but I'm sure you'll get the idea. I plead with you, more than any other book, read this one and take it to heart, because unless something has changed, this too will be your path. That's why this journal is what it is, a record of those who came before you, for those who will come after. There are details here that may one day help you put an end to all this, but for now, we have no idea. My name is Seigilius Vireliusteus autem Giredania, but really my name is Seig Virelius, I'm not sure why, but our royal family has always found it more fit to drastically over complicate names. More to the point, because knowing this is my last message to you, I feel like I could go on for hours, days, months, I'd be exaggerating at years. There is still so much I want to teach you, but I'll have to leave that to your mother. Poor girl, she was actually fit to be queen, however, you'll come to learn that kings don't have the luxury of wives. It will make your old man sound like a young fool, but I wish I could have married, sex was a lot of fun. More so, I wish I could have known you for a while longer. Today is the day before my twenty-third birthday and you are but a mere five years. You resemble your mother more than me, but you'll grow and no doubt like me, have a magnificent beard.
See? Side-tracked.
As you get older I would like to leave you with a few last lessons that I will never be able to teach you. One, be happy, you will train hard, be pushed harder and sometimes that will boil over into rage and sadness, but you need to stay happy. The time you have isn't much and no grudge is worth losing what little time you have. Two, don't fear love. While we may not be allowed to marry, grow up as you would, love who you would, and understand that everything we do is for the love of the people. Three, be strong. Be immovable, be the wall at which your kingdom can hide behind, be the sword that thrusts against our enemies, be the light that will one day burn away the darkness. These people, they know of our destiny and of theirs and while they do not show it they are afraid. As my final act as your king and your father I give you a small but important gift, with your mother's aid, give yourself a name. In our kingdom it is tradition that this be your first act as the new king. Let no man, no demon, angel, or God, take that from you and if they so try, stand against them with everything you are. You are my son, my father's grandson, and our world's king. I am proud of you in whatever way you choose to live and know that your decisions belong to all kings.
I love you my son,
Seig Virelius.
World:
Our story begins in the High Kingdom of Giredania, a vast city built into the natural barriers gifted to us by our world, Crassia. At its center a vast tower erected far above the standard skyline that emits a strong barrier that can be seen from miles away until the horizon becomes thick with a seemingly unending tree line. This imposing city was the first built by all kin of this world, at least, that's the beginning of what is left of our history. Prior to its existence, our records of what transpired are, at best, skewed and much of it remains conjecture and the subject of much debate when it comes to our origin. As we know it, this city has known equality since its founding, whether you live as creature-kin, beast-kin, or human we have lived as one society protected by the magic radiating from Giredania's central focus, The Royal Family's High Throne. In Giredania, in fact all over Crassia, we know of the old prophecies that ensnare us to our destiny.
The Light of Crassia is ever-fading into abandon.
Forevermore shall this world's people know not rest or solace in a guaranteed future.
As with fading light is brought the calamity that is darkness and chaos a child shall be born.
A payment for the sins of creature and man, a sacrifice to the immortals that none can begin to imagine.
In loss of the best of them, shall so gift a brief moment in time for respite.
Until again the cycle repeats.
So is the destiny of Crassians
So is the fate of the one they call King.
Not a day goes by, that people all over Crassia don't recall these words, for just as it is written, a cycle of events that occurs every twenty-five years begins and either is quelled or so with it life ends. Giredania is in part a shining reminder to this fated tragedy, but in darkness it stands illuminated by those giving everything they have to see it protected and by extension every growing town, small camp, or even large city within it's view. So long as a King is upon the throne, the barriers will protect us from what lies beyond our walls. Even so, Crassia is not without trouble, even in the times of respite from what we have come to call "The Calamity" the world outside Giredania can be dangerous and even more so, outside cities and towns that are not the Capitol itself. But people find a way, they survive and build their lives wherever they are able. Crassia is a world full of wonder and with wonder comes the want for adventure, and with adventure comes a special breed of life.
Outside of the Capitol there are several large cities that act as conduits for the reception of magic that powers the barriers for all cities and towns. These cities are immense hubs full of trading, adventuring guilds and even militaries built to attempt a stand against The Calamity, assuming failure.
Spoiler: The Luminous Capitol of the Royal Family: Giredania
- The Capitol of the Giredania Empire and the seat that houses The Grand Throne of the Royal Family. This city harbors the greatest minds in the empire as well as The Royal Family and is a sprawling giant of a city that encompasses many of the most powerful facilities in the expanse of the empire. It's been said to be the first and the last bastion of all kinds of sapient life and is hailed as the bulwark from The Calamity. While no one person ort organization can guarantee that as fact it is the widely considered the safest place in the empire. The treasure of Giredania is the massive tower erecting high above any skyline built into the side of massive mountains, this tower can be seen by all the empire and reminds them of what little hope exists. High King's are groomed and raised here until the day comes when they are to leave everything behind and never return.
Spoiler: High Cloud City: Sira-Se
-Sira-Se is a city built 'hanging' in the sky, thus its title, High Cloud City. To explain, near this cities borders massive creatures roam the land and more often than not can be incredibly volatile in nature, in a kind of mechanical marvel this city was built on the ground and raised along the shaft of its tower into the sky just above the lowest cloud lines. The fear is that a singular Calamity will bring this massive hub toppling to the ground which could have ramifications on the entire empire, even so this city has held itself above the ground for the last three decades. Sira-Se is known mainly for its mechanical and has sunk much of its time into finding new ways to ease the need for magic on the empire, allowing it to both grow and survive without the need for the High King's power, but only in some regards, the barriers are still a necessity only the King cna provide.
Spoiler: Glistening Mountain Border: Opalli
- This city has a name stemming from the fact that near ninety percent of the city is mined out of the mountain and built from the extremely hard gems found inside. This city is considered incredibly beautiful as it retains the light from the sun even in the dead of night and shines like a beacon as if it were an affront to the void. The industry here is mostly mechanical much like Sira-Se however due to their different settings they produce almost entirely different technologies. Much of what they have to offer in a more perfected version of architecture that can withstand brutal storms including those that have been recorded in history during The Calamity. The largest guild is also a center piece of Opalli and many of the empire's best warriors have spent time here training with veteran teachers. Opalli sits at the border of the empire and is more commonly the first to face The Calamity, they pass what knowledge they can to the other cities hoping to assist in their preparations.
Spoiler: Salvaged Sea Harbor: Lyse
- Lyse, a city that has been ruined and rebuilt what feels like countless times. Even with the assistance of other cities the sea becomes fierce during The Calamity and occasionally even in periods of respite. Shattered vessels have become the walls of Lyse, salvaged to protect it and fortify its defenses. One asks, why is Lyse so necessary? The answer is obvious it is the easiest and fastest influx of food to all major cities and even has enough to supply any towns that aren't in The Fringes outside the empire's borders. This town holds its own guild hall that mainly harbors sea faring adventurers and vessels that may be enlisted by the High King
Each of these cities has much in common with the Capitol the most important of which is the receiving tower, matched with the layout of Crassia's natural magic leylines. These leylines somewhat ease the burden of the High King to transfer the energy necessary to each of the cities survival. The High King's magic is the cornerstone to the small empire's survival through the period of respite and more importantly The Calamity. Something that is immediately noticeable as different from The Capitol is the erection of guilds in the three hub provinces. Crassia, the world, is vast and expansive to a point that many scholars are almost positive it has never been fully explored. The limit of time between each Calamity make true expansion near impossible, even with the protections granted and the stalling of the true end, many lives are lost and territory is stripped away. These hubs have proved the most resilient and this is in large part thanks to the guilds protection. The Empire of Giredania has never raised a formal military due to the lack of necessity and manpower, there is however a vast number of volunteers who train much of their lives to stand against The Calamity, sadly there are but few veterans and they are prized teachers.
The truth of our world is in the prophecy itself. No one knows how much longer we can hold our ground without finding an answer to ending it all, if an answer even exists, so yes, this struggle against the end may in fact all be for nothing at all. Yet, still, what we have to lose is our lives, our children's lives, our futures, we have little to gain when you write this upon paper, but we have everything to lose. So we stand together, whether we have razor sharp teeth, talons on our feet, pointed ears, wings, we stand together in hopes that what we have built will hold when tested. We hope, that those heroes born of the guilds and the High King will buy us enough time to answer the most important question, how do we survive?
Spoiler: Story
The Calamity Cycle has began and ended one hundred and seven times, one hundred and seven Kings have been born and before the age of thirty, given their lives to extend ours for just a few more decades. Our best and brightest spend their nights and days so deep in their books that some of them have fallen ill and perished. Our strongest warriors would have met the fates you'd expect, death at the hands of whatever Calamity passed through, or what we assume to be death at the side of the High King. This curse hoisted upon us by something is without a doubt the most important thing in our lives, because we're tired of fighting, we're tired of our children's future being questionable, and we're tired of sending Giredania's child to his death every twenty-five years. Even so, all of us, whether its a shop keeper, a brewer, a scholar, or a warrior, all must stand vigilant if we're going to be here for the next period of respite.
This time around High King Seig Virelius is set in his room writing a final entry of both a journal and farewell letter to his son, for tomorrow, is his twenty-third birthday and this is when his adventure begins. The Calamity is only two years away and the journey is a fierce one, thus upon his birthday a festival of grand proportions will be thrown in Giredania and across the sprawl of the empire his life will be celebrated one more time. During this festival, warriors from all corners of the empire that have made their way to Giredania will kneel before the High King and their wills tested beneath his touch, those who are chosen in the moment will knighted as his personal order, The Lion Heart. These few heroes will walk with him when he steps out of the kingdom and from that moment on will not leave his side until their lives have come to an end.
High King Virelius is seen to be one of the most powerful kings to have ever been born, though the true test will be whether or not The Calamity is halted once again. Though, the High King has more than just "survival of the people" guiding his ambitions. Studies into The Calamity have shown him certain things he can't entirely explain, feelings, visions, an instinctual drive is pulling him in directions that can't be coherently explained and to be entirely honest, he may just be insane.
"But I have to try to do more than just give you time, because we won't last through another Calamity."- High King Virelius to his son's mother.
This journey may be marked as the last hope for our survival or maybe, the power of magic fluctuating in the High King has made him question what is and isn't reality, either way, what needs to happen, is The Calamity needs to be halted and if the High King is right, maybe, just maybe it'll be the last time.
Spoiler: FAQ/The Magic List
1. Does everyone get to do Magic? Yes, the King is the only one who inherently has magic but all Lion Heart can do magic as if they were mages.
2. What Kind of Magics can The Lion Heart do? All magic is given from the King thus ALL lion heart are capable of all elements listed:
Fire
Water
Wind
Earth
Light
Dark
These magics are the basic elements of nature in this setting and can be exploited by PCs in near limitless ways. Including, do you wanna shoot lightning? Wind and Fire can create lightning. The idea here is simple, good players are smart and I can trust them to be smart without being moderated. I want you to feel like the badass your character is designed to be.
As well, there are special powers imbued to characters upon the beginning of the RP that will be revealed and added as soon as the moment passes in the story.
3. So, what happens if the King, since he's basically a battery for magic, runs out of magic? A list of things, this is the big detriment to over using magic in this RP. The King is an insanely power magic character, but is usually spending most of his magic on other players. Players are naturally guarded by a magic barrier emitted by the King, you take hits? It drains his magic. The worse the hit, the more magic gone. You use say a giant fire tornado? All the power is sapped form the King and once its used up you lose your protection and magic skills until the character can recover, this is assuming you didn't go WAY to far overboard and kill him.
4. Can a character have an affinity to one particular element even if they can use all of them? Yes. But in this case its not necessarily going to make your spells more powerful so much as the element may fit you like a glove, making it easier on your body and The King and in essence allowing more use with less backdraft.
5. Whats the difference between Creature-kin and Beast-kin?
Beast-kin Examples: Wolf people, cat people, bunny people, etc Essentially animal people.
Creature-kin Examples: Goblins, Orcs, etc. Non animal people.
Spoiler: Standard Character Application
Name: Name Species: What species are you? I accept most of them so long as they're not insanely outlandish Age: between 20-25
History: A general make up of your history including notable places visited, training, and family history. This would also include interpersonal relationships between PCs Appearance: I personally enjoy a written appearance more than a picture but I accept both, if picture preferably of a more realistic are style. Weapon and Armor Preference: This is an 'if applicable' section. Keep in mind this journey is long and being heavier will take a heavier toll on the PC.
Veteran Status Application: THIS SECTION IS IMPORTANT IF
1. You want a character who is 30+
2. Your character has survived a prior Calamity (has to be 30+ to recall)
3. Want you OC scrutinized to hell and back.
4. There can be at most 1 Veteran PC if multiple people apply one will be selected, with that in mind all OCs should be written for a standard character and if you want to apply for veteran write a second OC for the veteran and type "Yes" in the application section.
5. If not applying for veteran status type "No"
Did you read? What is Seig's son's name? (Hint: Its a trick question)
1. Preferred writing style: "Jake, from statefarm picked up his blade and rose it high above his enemy"
Non-preferred style: "I picked up my blade and rose it high my enemy"
2. Once you join I want you to give this the full college try, everyone here hs worked hard on their characters and sunk time into this roleplay, keep in mind when you drop you risk this roleplay for everyone.
3. IMPORTANT:Be smart, I am a GM who rewards goods writing. I want you to feel as free as you possibly can but I can't have you being foolishly overpowered. You'll have free reign with magic and a lot of power at your disposal, my responsibility is to give you clean RP, your responsibility is not to get ridiculous with your writing.
4. Have fun and be your character. Go into this, we're in it for the long haul. Feel your character, be friends with other characters, I know you lot are introverted as all hell, but here, remember its special to each of us.
5. I reserve the right to reject any and all applications if they do not meet quality standards and I will do so with a smile on my face if I feel like you didn't read. I also retain the right to put a player cap on this RP
Last edited by Anti-Hero; 03-21-2019 at 07:40 PM.
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Name: High King Seig Virelius (Prefers Seig)
Species: Human
Age: Twenty-three (as of Festival)
History: Twenty-three, young for what we would consider a king, and yet, such is a way of life on Crassia. Seig Virelius was ushered in as a new ruler when he was five years old, that was the same day he said goodbye to his father and never heard from him again. But of course, a five year old couldn't rightfully make choices for an entire empire and so alongside his mother several other advisors stepped in to guide him along the path his father had set for him. With that in mind and to the surprise of many the boy was only seven before his formal donning of the crown and his physical ascension to the thrown.
What all will now have to understand is that this way of life wasn't uncommon, even so, Seig was particularly young by about three years and was widely considered to be the second "Genius-King."
This did not mean he was the most powerful, as there was once a king before him that set out to quell The Calamity alone and succeeded. This did mean that Seig was an immensely power mage who's powers went beyond that of elements and took forms that no one living today had seen. Seig in his youth was his own master, no veteran teachers understood his ability and even more so he learned by merely watching once, some hailed him as a God-King, though he wasn't particularly fond of the nickname and out right spoke against it.
As he grew it became more and more apparent to those around him that he was quick to cut affiliations with most and stick entirely to his books, he was driven toward a goal and in his eyes you could see the means to achieve it. Even his mother wasn't entirely free of his cold shoulder, suffice it to say it wasn't that he disliked anyone it was that he knew what being High King meant from very early on.
He spent almost his entirely within the confines of the walls until he got old enough to roam around on his own, at first is awkward, he'd witness small things and overreact or not hold himself properly in public. In a way it both pushed away and pulled people to him and in time he became adored by many.
Like all Kings, a woman was selected, a son was born and a family was loosely created. It was apparent that the High King had a soft hear for the boy and his mother, but even so he stuck to the rules and the traditions. No marriage, limited contact with his offspring, and a lot of time sitting in a chair.
Appearance: A young man, though often it was mistaken, due to his graying hair, a side effect of constant magical intake and use. He stood tall with broad shoulders and certain pride that carried him. Some said he gave off the presence of being "kingly" and what they meant by that was that he wore a near constant scowl but never portrayed anger, more focused and determined. He wasn't much for elegance and was often caught in comfort clothes rather than expensive garments that would befit someone of high standing, in fact it was so common that another nickname rose about for him, "Common King". Seig was also known for avoiding grooming his hair or facial hair and was poked fun at for constantly scratching at his beard, pulling his hair out of his face, or cursing at it. When asked why he didn't groom it he simply replied, "I like it, makes me look 'kingly.'"
Weapon and Armor Preference:
Weapon-
Name: Pride of Lions
Appearance: A long one-handed ornate blade crafted for the High King, as is tradition.
This sword is dual-edged blade that has had its spinal piece removed and replaced with gems mined from Opalli. Each edge is highly scrutinized for blemishes and made sure to be expertly sharped down the blade stopping just shy of the hilt where it has been molded and cut into a serrated pattern. The sword acts two fold as a blade and a catalyst for the King to direct his magic. The hilt design is specifically crafted to allow magic to flow through the blade and down the hilt to a slightly larger gem made entirely of ruby. When magic is in need of direction, the sword his flipped so that the tip is pointed toward the ground and the ruby looks toward the sky. The cross guard of the blade keeps an ornate look but is reinforced well enough and shaped in a way that compliments the High King's style of fighting which is to rebuke and retaliate against his opponent.
Armor-
Name: N/A
Seig prefers more lightweight style of armor that maximizes his protection without costing him his ability to move. Thus, the armor developed for him particularly covers vital areas leaving the joins relatively exposed. This armor is also suited to keep him warm enough in cold weather and cool enough in hot weather that very little of it has to be put on or removed. The main display of the armor comes from a long coat that falls just short of the heels of his boots and is embellished with the symbol of the Lion Heart covering most of the back. His armguards are slightly more specialized than the rest of his armor and are built to cover up to the middle knuckle of each of his fingers. All other armor pieces are built to the same standard as any other member of the Lion Heart
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Name: Theorynn “Theory” Redmane
Species: Human
Age: 23
History: Theorynn was born to a rather plain looking noble mother and a knight father with a rather regal appearance. Unfortunately upon her birth Theorynn’s mother passed due to complications during childbirth. This made her a bit of an outcast amongst her noble family. They called her a curse and a burden. She would not learn of this until later in life however, as her father and older sister loved her more than all the stars in the sky. It wasn’t until after she had turned five years of age that she learned of how cruel her fate and family were. With the calamity once again upon them her father had been chosen to go with the king to once again save the world. Her mother’s family cast her out on the street the day he left.
Suddenly an orphan, she wandered the streets for days learning to hide and beg like any other orphan. Eventually however upon being captured by a guardsman for stealing a small bit of food from a grocer she managed to catch a bit of luck. A visiting knight happened to recognize her as her father’s child. Taking the young ruffian under his wing he taught her to fight and act like a knight. She took these lessons to heart and took a shine to the practice. She was a natural.
Eighteen years later she has become one of the best of the best. She has dedicated her life to perfecting her skills in the art of war. Honing her skills and weapons to a fine edge she has gotten a reputation for being able to even cleave a large solid stone in half with a single swing.
Appearance: Theory is a rather pretty if not somewhat plain girl. Her mousy brown hair is usually kept in a short mop that somehow manages to fall around her face in a moderately pleasing way for someone who simply cuts it with a dagger. If one were to pick out her most pleasing features it would likely be her soft grey-blue eyes and yet even they manage to have an abrasive and piercing edge to their gaze. Perhaps her less seen, but by far most pleasing aspect would be her fair, and lightly freckled skin stretched taught over her well muscled 5’5” frame, though typically what you can see is bruised, cut, or scuffed from hours of combat practice....
Spoiler: Theorynn
Weapon and Armor Preference: Medium armor (chain mail and scale mail mostly, maybe even hardened leather, and maaaaaaybe some minor plating around the arms and legs.) and mostly short swords with an optional shield/buckler
Veteran Status Application: No
(His name is whatever the hell he wants it to be!!!!)
Name: Knight-Enchanter Brennus Vandrachen Species: Human Age: 42
Spoiler: History
The Vandrachen family has long since traced their proud lineage to the high, sky-towers of Sira-Se. There, Brennus was schooled in the noble arts; reading, writing, history, and the like. Steeped in rigorous tradition, Brennus, as the eldest among his siblings, was expected to join the Empire's military. Join he did, squiring for several years before joining the Imperial military school, where the elevation of Sira-Se ingrained in trainees a unique strain of stamina. Five years of training, drilling, and conditioning of the body as much as the mind, preparing the trainees for both arcane and classical warfare. Many among the trainees would go into public service, serving as peace-keepers in various corners of the Empire. Brennus, having expressed noteworthy martial aptitude and stringent adherence to the Empire's word of law, was placed in the Imperial capital.
There, basked in the shadows of the Empire's highest social echelons, Brennus was terribly out of his depth. Those in Giredania seemed to follow their own rules, entirely separate from written law and the customs of Sira-Se that he was so accustomed to. His years of preparation left Brennus ill-equipped to cope with the lace-veiled nuances of Giredanian life, leading to a series of events that, if they had not gone in Brennus' favor, could have ended him and shamed the Vandrachen family beyond repair.
In his eyes, a great many individuals of the Empire's social elite enjoyed excess in all things, including magic. Frivolous expenses of power for mundane matters. In their lofty seats of power, they were far above the reaches of law enforcement, who were all to ready to turn a blind eye. Earning the ire of such powerful men and women could kill surely and slowly. While the high lords might be out of reach to most, Brennus built his case against the high lords over two years of investigation. Hoarding and collecting of arcane foci, large and small, debauched affairs in the late night where spell-craft was used as a parlor entertainment and unspeakable carnal accessory. Two years of delving into the rotten core of Imperial high society on his own accord, not knowing if he could even trust his fellow guardsmen with his findings.
When Brennus felt his case was concrete enough, he made his accusations. The time was dire, as the Calamity was soon approaching, but it was perhaps such timing that drew the attention of the High King's late father. While the high lords decried Brennus' accusations and made grandiose efforts to smear him as a traitor, he did not waver, bow, or break under their relentless assault against his professional and personal lives. Such was why Brennus made the accusations alone, so that no others would share in Brennus' folly should he fail. On and on the trials went, Brennus proving incapable of bribery, and those sent with the intent to threaten him into complacency were smote low.
His back to the wall, he proved himself to be a tiger.
Eventually, sentences were passed, high lords and ladies imprisoned or exiled for their crimes, and Brennus was thrust into a sociopolitical spotlight, garnering as much favor as fury from various political parties and guilds. He had upset the status quo, drained the swamp, but at the same time he had cost several hundreds of people a hefty sum of money. Politics were unbecoming to Brennus, those particular muscles atrophied from lack of use, all but forgetting his formal tutoring as a boy. It was bookish and "womanly". What care would it be to him?
Yet, it was a woman who swept in and kept Brennus from ruin, both at his own bumbling hands and those of the Giredanian sharks, drawn by a floundering young man in waters too deep for his own good. His savior introduced herself a Nyrah, an avian woman of a owlish suggestion. When they first met, Brennus bedecked in his maille, her in her silk and lace, he felt that Lady Nyrah measured him like a plump mouse. Nyrah and her family had been notable merchants in the Empire for some time, wealthy enough to stand among the council of lords as much as the multitude of guild halls. The underhanded machinations of the high lords had been squeezing Nyrah's family for years, the ripples of Brennus' "elevated form of patriotism" touching more than he had ever imagined.
Nyrah's interest in Brennus, as well as her tutoring of him, sent a murmur through the still-electric higher castes of Giredania. Out of necessity as much as a desire to not look a fool before such a noble creature as Nyrah, Brennus buried his nose so deep in studies it was a surprise his nose wasn't stained black by ink. Through this education, as well as support from his family that of Lady Nyrah's house, Brennus could masquerade as a proper nobleman, but no amount of cotillion could hide the tigerish nature of his stride or the resting pensiveness of his brow. Never one for ponce or extravagance, Brennus attended his first several functions of court appearing a pauper in comparison. Even with Nyrah at his arm to soften some of his jagged edges, he was a fox in the hen house.
Apparently, that was what the High King felt he needed.
A year and a summer's time had proven eventful as it was fruitful. Brennus and Nyrah were married, deafening themselves to the jeering of naysayers, within their own Houses, as well as without. The High King and his court too blessed Brennus with the mantle of a royal guard, having shown gallantry in the face of insurmountable odds. While Brennus was not selected for the Lion Heart of that cycle, he was entrusted to watch over High King Seig Virelius as he grew up into his own insurmountable burden.
Even when he became a father himself, Brennus kept his vigil tirelessly. Fumbling at times, being overzealous in others, but never fully failing. Being a martial authority figure, he would always be scrutinized for every measure - whether it was too lax or too firm. He could only do his best, as a guardian of the King, of the Empire, and of his family.
Spoiler: Appearance
Brennus is both tall and broad, supple of limb and pensive in his expression with the bearing of a wolf. His hair is all iron and silver, the once-luscious black of his mane and beard faded early in the face of duty. Steely blue eyes burn sternly beneath the shelf of a scar-split brow. His nose bears the crook of being broken at least once, giving him a hawkish countenance.
Brennus dresses modestly for a man of his position and rank, shirking gems and jewelry but for the single band he wears on a chain around the trunk of his neck. Still, he must dress in a manner that does not ill-represent the High King, cinched in a brocaded silk sash about the waist and draped in a tiger skin cloak, pinned by his golden lion-head badge.
Weapon and Armor Preference: Brennus adorns himself in full praetorian plate, constructed of some of the finer steels the royal armorers could muster, built for protection and ease of motion, but also damascened with fashionable, if modest scrollwork. Beneath his plate, he too is draped in a maille hauberk over a silk gambeson.
The weapons at hand are twofold. Brennus' primary weapon is his ox tongue partisan, a well balanced and keen weapon that had seen him through decades of service. Steel-headed, forged of spell-forged crucible steel, and mounted on a rune-etched staff of white ash wood. A falchion and buckler hang belted, along with a poniard.
History: Kaia Vandrachen was born to Brennus and Nyrah Vandreachen the year after her father took up his vigil to the young prince. She grew up observing her fathers constant loyalty and vigilance in his duty to the young man instilling in her a sense of loyalty, Justice and a desire to be as strong and vigilant as her father before her. Even so, Kaia turned out to be a free and daring spirit. She shirked no opertunity to gain her fathers approval, even if it sometimes landed her into trouble, her sense of Justice drove her to stand up for those less fortunate and against those who used their influence wrongly. She trained hard and studied diligently while still making time for her free spirit needs. She took diversity into stride and always seemed to wear a jovial smile, rarely found without it even when enemies of her family tried to tare them down or those mocked her half blood statues. When she reached the appropriate age she Left home to follow in her fathers footsteps and join in the imperial military school in Sira-Se, her father's birthplace.
With in the Academy Kaia's Trials didn't end there. Her fathers legacy which was the pride of the school made high expectations for her which tested her spirit and smile as she put all her study and training to the test. Kaia never came in as the first as the top of her study or the best in her class but each time she proved that she was fluent in combat and had a level head even in the face of danger making her invaluable to those who did lead as she was dependable in any situation and would carry out orders in rapid succession to ensure success.
Kaia has been away from home up until now and with the kings coming of age to leave she wishes to return home, not only to surprise her parents but to enter into the festival herself.
Appearance: Kaia has a soft heart shaped face with two dark brown eyes framed by pale orange locks as soft as downy feathers, dancing and playing in the wind as far down as her mid back. Her skin is sun kissed and her lilith body is well toned but lightly endowed. A pair of wings rest upon her back, closely resembling those of a barn owl. Around her neck and shoulders is a mantle of soft Orange feathers speckled with gray.
If there is one thing she inherited from her father its her sense of style while Kaia likes pretty things She tends to dress simple, wearing something more elegant when the occasion calls for it but otherwise she can be seen in her leather armor and a cloak. The only Jewelry she freely wears is a woven wrist band with a single stone bead.
Weapon and Armor Preference: Kaia tends to wear extremely light armor if any at all opting for studded leather vest and skirt specially fitted to accommodate her wings. Knee high steel toed boots and a pair of leather fingerless gloves.
Kaia's weapons of choice are a simple halberd and short sword.
Veteran Status Application: no.
Did you read? What is Seig's son's name? His name is something that hasn't yet been revealed to us.
I'll be reading this over today and most likely adding acceptations.
What is a King without his pride? If you're looking for answers come find them in my first RP since my return to RPA!~ Lion Heart OOC Lion Heart IC War on High Interest Check
Got a discord? Hit me up via a PM we can do an info exchange!
Update: We'll be having one more person writing an Application on Sunday, so I'll be waiting till then, both of you passed CS inspection with flying colors like I knew ya would You are both free to write second character if you wish.
What is a King without his pride? If you're looking for answers come find them in my first RP since my return to RPA!~ Lion Heart OOC Lion Heart IC War on High Interest Check
Got a discord? Hit me up via a PM we can do an info exchange!
Lion Heart OOC [M]
Originally Posted by SQJ
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