A Land Divided (Sci-Fi/Monarchy RP) OOC

[Heroshade]

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The banquet hall within White Crandall Keep was as large as it was immaculate. The long dining tables that spanned the length of the room were draped with velvet sheets marked with the Elecam livery, a falcon clutching a rabbit in its talons. The myth was that long before the king's family was a major house within the kingdom, they challenged some unnamed duke's family and crushed their entire line. Presumably, that houses sigil had a rabbit somewhere on it, and the Elecam's didn't want people to forget what even a minor house was capable of. Clearly they hadn't done a good job of that, because there was no record of any family with a rabbit on their banners.

More than five hundred members of the nobility were packed into this massive dining hall. The younger nobles had been ushered off to sleep hours ago, giving the adults plenty of room to stumble about drunkenly. The eastern and western walls were decorated with the Elecam and the Lane banners respectively, which met up and joined in the center of the northern wall. That was where the bride and groom had met for their wedding ceremony, and quite possibly where they had met for the first time.

Both the ceremony and the banquet hall must have come at exorbitant expense. They were both beautiful and, Jorinth thought anyway, they were both absurd. Pretty flags a fine fabric dining cloths were great, but he would take any dive bar on any night over watching some little lordling like Tyren Lane become the heir to the throne. It wasn't so much that he didn't like the Lanes, though that was true. It was more that Jorinth's brother, Roderick, was the Arch-Duke. In times past, when the king couldn't produce an heir, the kingship always fell upon the Arch-Duke and their family. In Jorinth's opinion, the fact that king Edwin had chosen to adopt an heir was a slight to his family's honor. Though he guessed it was fortunate that Roderick hadn't taken offence to the idea.

Roderick inherited his position as Arch-Duke from their father, and he never had any ambition to become king. He had thrown the idea of an uprising around before, Jorinth knew. It wouldn't be a one sided fight. The Calhouens and the Elecams were the two highest families in the kingdom, and they would both be able to raise massive forces in opposition to the other. It would have been a disaster if war ever broke out between them. Luckily, Edwin and Roderick were on good terms with one another. It was just a shame that Jorinth's nephew, Arin, couldn't see that.

Jorinth gritted his teeth threw yet another crestfallen comment made by his young nephew, then took a long swig of his whiskey. "I just don't understand how father could stand for this," Arin slurred, a bit of wine spilling from his glass. "We've been the Arch-Dukes for three generations now, three!"

"Your father is the Arch-Duke," Jorinth sighed. "What do you want to be king for anyway, boy? You've seen Edwin, haven't you? Did you know he's only fifty-six? He looks like he's on his death bed. That's what being king does to you."

Arin suddenly became defensive. "I don't want to be king! But by rights, father should take the throne when Edwin dies. By law, uncle."

"The king's word is law, you fool. This whole wedding was your father's idea." Jorinth wasn't sure if Arin knew that or not, but he ignored the comment regardless. A year ago, on the king's fifty-fifth birthday, he had come to Roderick and asked if he would like to take the throne. Edwin had nine daughters and not a single son to take the throne after his death. When Roderick declined, he suggested the king marry his eldest daughter to one of the other high lords, a duke named Tauer Lane, whose wife was dead. Edwin agreed and arranged the marriage immediately. Six months later, Tauer was dead, under what some might consider to be mysterious circumstances. His son Tyren inherited lordship over house Lane and all its holdings. One of the holdings was the princess's hand. And here they all were, at the lovely couple's wedding.

It was obvious that Kairena Elecam didn't like Tyren. She didn't dislike him as far as Jorinth could tell, but she didn't seem all that enthused during the ceremony. "Likely not during the consummation either," Jorinth mumbled to himself with a grin.

"What was that, uncle?"

"Nothing. And put that glass down, boy, you've had enough wine for one evening."

Arin ignored him of course, but Jorinth had to try. That was fine though. If Arin wanted to throw up at the new prince's wedding and pass out in the halls somewhere, far be it from Jorinth to stop him. He'd already made a fool of himself by flirting with one of Edwin's other daughters, who was engaged with some Earl's son in Brackenridge somewhere. As if recalling his foolery tipped something off in Arin's brain, he suddenly continued his earlier complaining.

"Father should have taken the throne," he muttered, quite loudly. Everyone at the table had already had enough of his nonsense, but now he was projecting outward, to the people around them.

"Arin, stop," Jorinth commanded urgently.

"Do you know they're saying Tauer died from bad chicken? Can you believe that? I don't."

"Arin-"

"An engagement to a beautiful woman and the heirship? I wouldn't put it past Tyren to poison his own father, especially when the throne is the reward."

"Is that really how you feel?" a voice called from behind the table. Jorinth squeezed his eyes shut as the boy came closer to them. Standing before the table in a white ermine cloak with gold trim was the lord of Vrant Gorge, Empress peak, and Vahz city. He was the lord of house Lane and, now, the crown prince of Massen. Tyren Lane stood before them, daggers in his eyes and a drink in hand.

Don't do anything stupid, Arin thought Jorinth, but he was the only one to hear it. Arin stood from his chair, stumbled a bit, and then straightened up to face the prince. "It certainly is, Tyren."

Tyren gave him a cool look and then set his glass down on the table. "Are you questioning the honor of a prince, lord Arin?"

"No," Arin said in a low voice. "No, I don't believe I am. I think I'm questioning the honor of a kinslayer, of which there is no question."

"Ah, a kinslayer you say? Doesn't there need to be some actual slaying before one earns that title?"

"Your father's grave is testament enough."

Surprisingly, that got a bad reaction out of Tyren. "Well then. A great lord like yourself should have no trouble dispatching one so low as myself. Would you care to settle this argument in the dueling chamber?"

Dammit Arin, sit down! Jorinth wanted so badly to say the words aloud, but that would make even more of a fool of his nephew. People would call him a coward, saying he'd been brought to heel by an old man.

Arin took a deep breath, perhaps trying to sober himself, and then met the prince's gaze. "On the honor of house Calhouen, I accept your challenge."

Jorinth almost winced. Arin was drunk, far too drunk to be using a gun. And Tyren was not known for his forgiving nature. If he entered into a duel with the prince, Arin would die. He must have known this, but the boy was one of those who took their honor too far. He would never turn down a challenge, least of all from someone he didn't like.

Nobody was permitted within the dueling chamber aside from the participants, their families, and their bodyguards. Jorinth stood on the east end of the chamber, on a platform that was upraised high so that nobody would get hit with a stray bullet. People still did from time to time, but the duelists were usually more focused on what was ahead of them. Behind Jorinth were forty-three men-at-arms of house Calhouen. Across the arena was the king, the prince's brothers and all of their men. From the look on king Edwin's face, he was already regretting joining his house with the Lanes.

The arena itself was a long room with a dirt floor. Several stone structures were erected all about the room to provide cover for the participants, with the center being completely open. Arin and Tyren met in the middle for the traditional stating of the rules, of which almost nobody followed. The one rule that was ever taken seriously, that was almost a written law, was that when one fighter yields, the other must accept his surrender. After the rules were read, they both bolted for their side of the arena and found cover.

Tyren was wielding a silver forty-five, one that looked suspiciously like the one his father had shown Jorinth years before. It matched his ermine cloak splendidly.

It was Arin who fired the first shot and, much to his credit, he only missed by a few feet. Dust and fragments of stone erupted from the boulder behind Tyren, who immediately returned fire. It wasn't even fair. Tyren was stone cold sober, and not a bad shot at that. His first round grazed over Arin's extended arm. Instead of returning to his cover and finding a better firing position, Jorinth's fool of a nephew kept firing at the spot where Tyren's round had come from. He couldn't see him, but everybody watching saw Tyren return to cover and then sweep around to the other side of his half. He came out and fired a second shot, obliterating Arin's right hand and causing him to drop his gun.

Arin let out the scream of a dying man and then dove for his pistol. A round struck the floor inches from his head and Arin scrambled back to cover to continue his already lost fight. The boy was hardly a marksman with his right hand. Shooting with his left, it would be a wonder if he didn't hit someone in the audience. Arin took his third hit when Tyren baited him into coming out of cover. Tyren stood between two large stones, his arms upraised as if to say "come and get me!" Arin stepped out of his cover and spent a single agonizing second lining up his shot. Even from the platform, Jorinth could see his nephew's arm wavering. Before he could pull the trigger, Tyren flashed his arm down and threw two rounds into Arin's shoulder and stomach.

The boy fell on his back and Jorinth looked away. Even if he was smart enough to yield, he probably couldn't speak and he would most likely bleed to death anyway. The room was dead quiet as Tyren sauntered up to Arin's unmoving body. "Do you yield?" he demanded.

Through the silence, Jorinth could just barely hear his nephew say "I... yield."

Tyren ejected the magazine from his gun and slapped in another one. "You have questioned my honor, at my own wedding no less. You have accused me of murdering my own father out of ambition for the throne. I do not accept your surrender."

It was several seconds before Jorinth registered the words, before he registered the sound of Tyren's final and fatal shot. All he could see was the gory remnants of his nephew's head as he slumped back and stopped moving. "No!" he roared. This was an honorless killing, an execution. Jorinth reached under his jacket and drew the pearl handle forty-five his father had given him on his eighteenth birthday. Tyren's men-at-arms must have been keeping an eye on him, because Jorinth felt the sting of a bullet tearing through his chest.

The men-at-arms took this as a signal to open fire, and all hell broke loose. Jorinth lay choking on his own blood, staring up as his men fired across the arena towards Tyren's guards. He learned the rest while he lay infirm in White Crandal Keep's dungeon. His men-at-arms had attacked those of Tyren. It took all of Tyren's men and a hundred of the king's own guard to finally subdue the enraged soldiers. Only ten of them survived.

From his cell, hooked up to an apparatus that breathed for him, Jorinth counted down the days until Roderick would come for him and tear that immaculate banquet hall to the ground.

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Well, that's that. I figure the RP will begin the day after Arin Calhouen's death. Roderick Calhouen will need time to consider his plan, so we'll have a little while to establish our characters before any of the real fighting starts. I've decided that I'm going to have a character in house Calhouen, but I'm mainly going to focus on GMing and playing out the roles of the majors NPCs like the king and Tyren Lane.

As for what you're allowed to do with your character and his/her house, I guess you can just do what you want. The three main houses are Elecam, Lane, and Calhouen. The RP essentially boils down to the civil war between the houses loyal to the king and those loyal to the Arch-Duke. There are a few other major families like the Enders and the Atlantics, but there will also be several minor houses that align themselves behind the major houses.

To help you out with the hierarchy of the kingdom and the ranks of the nobility, it basically goes like this: King >> Arch-Duke >> Duke >> Marquess >> Count >> Viscount >> Baron >> Knight. Everything below that is either a soldier or a peasant. The ranks are obtained through birth or marriage, so say the son of a knight marries the daughter of a baron. That son is now a baron. The eldest son will always inherit their father's rank and you are considered "lower" in the nobility the more brothers and sisters you have ahead of you.

MAJOR HOUSES

House Elecam

Spoiler

The family of the king Edwin Elecam. Their sigil is a white falcon clutching a rabbit on a field of blue. Their holdings include Crendall keep, a double fortress built atop two twin mountains. White Crendall keep is located closer to the city and is accessible from the mountain itself. Black Crendall keep is behind the White, on a slightly taller mountain. The only way into the black is through the white.

House Calhouen

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(Heroshade) The family of the Arch-Duke Roderick Calhouen, his son Dominick, and his brothers Jorinth and Drexel. Their sigil is a Red Z-shaped stripe on a white flag. Their holdings include Gilead.

House Lane

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(Heroshade) The family of the prince Tyren Lane, his three younger brothers, and two sisters.. Their sigil is an eye with dragon wings extending from the pupil and piercing the surface of the eye. Their holdings include Vrant Gorge, Empress Peak, and Vahz. They are loyal to the king.

House Atlantic

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A family headed by a duke, they are third in the line of succession behind the Lanes and the Calhouens. Fulzan (ComiTurtle) and Anastasia (Leather Wytch) are members of this family. Their sigil is a black dragonfly with a scorpion tail on a red field. They have strong ties to both the Calhouens and Elecams, and will try to remain neutral.

House Ender

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Another ducal family. Their sigil is an upturned assault rifle on a green flag. They are loyal to the king

House Evigran

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A family headed by a Marquess. Their sigil is a burning pine tree on a blue flag. They are loyal to the arch-duke

House Saranno

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A family headed by a viscount. While they are of relatively low rank in the nobility, they hold the Denimerk bridge, a major trade route between northern and southern Massen. Their sigil is an owl with spread wings. They are loyal to neither the king nor the arch-duke

House Leroa

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A house headed by a Viscount. Albert Lawson and Gerald Straley(TheFrontLine) are members of this house. Their sigil is a black-and-white depiction of a speeding open-mouth cheetah in a snowy setting. (The background is black, while the cheetah and falling snow are white.) Their holdings include Newurn. They are neutral.

House Wydred

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A house headed by a Marquess. Aleck, Adelyn, and Edward Wydred (Riprofsuls) are members of this house. Their sigil is a gold dragon between two silver pillars with a red and black background. (background is split into four squares, top starts from left to right as red then black and the reverse on bottom.) They are a powerful house whose interests lie solely in the needs of the empire.

House Warder

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A house headed by a count. Giles, Gerard, and Serah Warder (Zesty) are members of this house. Their sigil is a blue heron standing in shallow water with its wings outspread. The black banner has white ripples denoting the water the heron stands in. They are loyal to the king.

Saying: Watch the Skies, Watch the Seas.

Sophiapolis (Formerly Defnascir)

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A separate state that is independent from the empire of Massen. Their sigil is a red and black banner, with a white pigeon in the middle. They are neutral

I'll add more once I have the story a bit more fleshed out. For now, you guys can either be a part of an existing house or you can create your own minor houses.

Here's a basic rundown of the world this RP takes place in. We are living in a large kingdom known as Massen. It is set it a late-modern/futuristic setting. Things are generally realistic as far as cities and technologies go, but there are a few things that turn this story from a modern setting from a futuristic one. Space exploration hasn't quite exploded, but it is happening. The military commonly employs things like tanks and VTOL (vertical take off and landing) aircraft that range from small gunships to massive destroyers. Knights and members of the nobility go into battle in heavily armored mech suits called avatars. These can range from nine to fifteen feet tall depending on the model. They come with a wide array of customizable weapons such as heavy machineguns and rockets. It is also not uncommon for avatar pilots to use huge steel clubs and axes with in close quarters with an enemy avatar.

Here's how your CS should look

Name:
Age:
Rank: Duke, Count, Marquess, ect. If your character isn't the head of their house, say they are the first son/daughter or nephew/niece of a duke or whatever. If they are actively involved in the military, say whether they fight on foot, in a tank, avatar, or ship.
Appearance:
House:
Affilliation: (note that being part of a house that is loyal to the king doesn't necessarily mean you also have to be loyal to him)

I'd like to keep bios and personalities out of the CS and have them fleshed out in the actual RP. Character development ftw.

I'm still sort of working on this OOC, but feel free to post your characters and ask any questions you want answered.

Name: Dominick Calhouen
Age: 23
Rank: Second son of the Arch-Duke. In battle he fights and leads his men in an avatar.
Appearance: From the time he turned twelve, Dominick has constantly been trained in the arts of war. As a result, he is lean and muscular. His skin is a dark brown shade, a trait of living in the hot plains around Gilead. He has blue eyes and black hair, with a light stubble on his chin.
House: House Calhouen
Affilliation: Loyal to the Arch-Duke

[Nost]

Can there be houses with an independent political system?

[Heroshade]

Absolutely. With the the kingdom at war, there will be plenty of opportunities for smaller houses to break from the monarchy or seize greater power.

[Zesty]

Warder House

Sigil: A blue heron standing in shallow water with its wings outspread. The black banner has white ripples denoting the water the heron stands in.
Saying: Watch the Skies, Watch the Seas.

Warder House - They are known for both their superior air and sea prowess though they are a relatively weak house otherwise. Most of their territory consists of coast and island landmass. The recent marriage of the eldest son Giles and Lady Serah has solidified a long lasting friendship between them and the even smaller House Kesler. Avidly involved in state politics as a voice of reason and caution, the late count Tiylar was well liked among the people, the nobility and has been friends with the King for many years. His son Giles is yet unproven. The house is involved in no active wars.

Name: Giles Warder
Age:35
Rank: Count
Appearance: He has an angular face and straight noble posture. He steps with the self-assuredness of noble birth and unquestionable authority.
House: Warder
Affilliation: The King
– Son of Tiylar Warder and Jessica Warder. The next in line to succeed Tiylar for the lordship of Anthar. Married to Serah Kesler of the minor Kester house and has 2 sons by her.

Name: Gerard Kesler
Age: 31
Rank: Knight Lieutenant
Appearance: He has a laughing face and playful eyes. He is built lean and quick on his feet and looks as if he is ever ready to spring to action.
House: Kesler, Serves Warder House
Affilliation: The King
– Youngest brother to Serah Kesler and Wesley Kesler head of the minor Kesler house. He is an unmarried general in the Warders' service.

Name: Serah Kesler
Age: 29
Rank: Countess
Appearance: She is a gaunt slender woman with eyes and a posture that suggests an inner strength and wisdom known only to that gender.
House: Warder by Marriage
Affilliation: The King
– The Wife of Giles, mother of Alex and Elric Warder. She is Sister to Wesley Kesler and Gerard Kesler.

Description of Hulk: During peace time and before their ultimate redesign Hulks were used as a transport ship with the sole purpose of ferrying troops and supplies to the battlefield. They are a destroyer sized ship with thrusters located at the front and back of the craft that are able to rotate so the Hulk can hover (Like a harrier). Their main drawback was that they made for over appealing targets and proved irresistible to the enemy. During the wars however the Count of House Warder had the brilliant plan of turning their weakness against their enemy. The Hulk was repurposed into a heavily armored slow moving battle platform capable of throwing massive amounts of firepower (Their main weapon being armored ball turrets) at the enemy. Though they are still used as transports the added armament and protection no longer allows them to carry the full battalion of tanks they boasted before. They are used as the backbone of the Warder fleet and can outlast most destroyers in a straight up slugfest.

They do have a weakness. Though I’d rather you guys try to figure it out. I promise its super fair .

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Description of Gerard's ship: Though the Paragrin is sleeker version of the Hulk it does not boast much more speed. The rotating thrusters are disposed of in favor of a more traditional Jet intake. The tradeoff for the decrease in armament and protection in the Paragrin is it’s acceleration. The modifications made to the engines allows for the ship to decelerate and accelerate astonishingly quick.

[Nost]

Independent State - Sophiapolis

Recently separated from the Kingdom because of a political and social revolution, Sophiapolis (Formerly Defnascir) is now led by "The Council", a group of leaders chosen by the people.
Remains neutral, yet it is ready in case of a sudden attack from either the King or the Arch-Duke.

The state is represented by a red and black banner, with a white pigeon in the middle.

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Name: Nikola Azarov (Born Nicholas Ender)
Age: 23
Rank: Revolutionary Leader
Appearance: He's a tall, quite strong man. He resembles to the Slavic people. An intellectual, also. He's now the foreign affairs secretary of his House
House: Sophiapolis
Affilliation: N/A

- He was born in House Ender, but then fled to Defnascir, just when the Revolution exploded.

[Leather Wytch]

Name: Anastasia Atlantic.
Age: 25
Rank: The third child, and first daughter of the Duke. In battle, she commands the crew of a massive destroyer.
Appearance: Thin, sharp features. Grey eyes. High cheekbones. Pale, tall and athletic, she stands out among the women of the court as much for her build as for her manner of dress. Dark, ornate dresses that look almost funerary. Her long blonde hair is gathered tightly into a high top knot ponytail.
House: Atlantic
Affilliation: Despite her family's banner of neutrality, she finds herself loyal to the King.

[TheFrontLine]

House Leroa
Sigil - A black-and-white depiction of a speeding open-mouth cheetah in a snowy setting. (The background is black, while the cheetah and falling snow are white.)
The House Leroa, despite having a formidable hit-and-run military, prefers peace among the houses; should situations go awry, a compromise through open diplomacy is favored. The liberal house does not hold much power in inter-house negotiations, as its leader is but a mere viscount. Important rulings are mostly decided upon based on the views of the small population House Leroa has influence over. These rulings can be overruled, however, should a majority of the house be against them. In times of dire turmoil, a new viscount is appointed within the house, and by the house, to return their lands to prosperity, whether it be through diplomacy or war.

The military of Leroa adopts the tactics of guerrilla warfare in their wartime missions. They utilize quick-moving, heavy-hitting vehicles with decent protection, such as light tanks or modified motorcycle-esque contraptions. Sometimes, when attacked in their own territory, they use basic skis and assault rifles, with the knowledge of their surroundings their sole defense.

They control a small portion of infertile land in freezing temperatures and constant snowfall.

Name: Albert Lawson
Age: 43
Rank: Viscount
Appearance: Albert is light-skinned, lean, and stands at 6'3". He has dark hair, and a slight stubble, which shows some gray. Rarely being outside, he retains a youthful look.
House: Leroa
Affiliation: Loyal to the King and Arch-Duke.

Name: Gerald Straley
Age: 37
Rank: Leroa's High General
Appearance: Gerald is usually clothed in thick clothing due to constantly being in the snowy weather. He has brown eyes, pale skin, and dark hair. He is lean, but slightly-muscular, and stands at 6'1".
House: Leroa
Affiliation: Loyal to the King and Arch-Duke.

[Heroshade]

Cool, there's five. Should we start the IC or you guys want to wait for more people?

[riprofsuls]

House of Wydred
Sigil: Gold dragon between two silver pillars with a red and black background. (background is split into four squares, top starts from left to right as red then black and the reverse on bottom.)
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The house of Wydred is formidable, not only because of its mechanized legions but because of its abundance of resources in its territories. The house has been militaristic and faithful not to a king but to the Empire itself, its long standing military family has provided the strength and fortitude that has maintained enemies at bay. It has been noted throughout history that the Wydreds have attended all wars and usually the first to the frontlines, why is then such a powerful family not ranked as a major house? Because, put simply, they are the hounds, the iron fist, and the fiery wrath of the empire, not its policy makers or voice among the people. They do not enter anything political save when fighting needs to be done.

They are infact considered a seperate entity from the empire as the house of wydred only trades outside of the empire and usually only offering its military might in recompense for whatever resources (not that it lacks much in this) or items of worth were agreed in exchange for. They hold a small but very fertile valley surrounded by high impassible mountains save for a heavily fortified canal dug out by the river that feeds the valley its life giving water. Their land is near impossible to invade as even the mountains are reinforced with anti air arsenals. The mountains themselves have been dug into and turned into bunkers, some of which are regulary habited as the population continues to grow and prosper. From the mountains the Wydred's have mined much of their rare and common metals of which the mountains continue to provide.

The legions are both specialized to fight on land, water, and air, the Pillar legion is led by six Leiutenants each with their own mechanized suites designed to take heavy punishment as well as deliver it. The six devisions are split as followed, tanker I(all infantry is armored with a durable mech suit, it is not even slightly comparable to the avatar armor of the leiutenants, however it can take punishment), Tanker II, Tanker III, Anti-Tanker (these wear and even lighter armor, the leiutenant's own avatar is designed more for speed and stealth, the infantry is equiped with anti-tank arms from rpgs mobile rocket chutes), Engineer (they build bridges, scavenging, setting up fortifications, etc), and the Medic (they are heavily armored and sacrifice firepower for speed). These units are transported by large all terrain trucks.

The Dragon Legion is designed for air and naval combat. The divisions are as follows, Dragoon (flight capable using special mech suits called symbiote jets, each jet team consists of ten individuals, all suits are designed for single flight however each team has a union thruster to which all ten members attach to. It looks like the outline of a jet with the middle missing, these are the shock drop troops.) Dragoon II, Dragoon III, Leviathan (aquatic units, they are equiped with aquatic mech suits that propel them through water, each team can carry up to either five anti-naval craft/anti sub torpedoes or two water-to-ground missiles, however those would be specialized units), leviathan II, Resource Engineer (they are designed purely for speed, as both airial and naval battle consumes ammunition rapidly, the speed of these units is essential.

The Dragon legion is supported by a carrier and its 2 frigate, 2 destroyer, and submarine escort.

Aleck is now the head of the house and by right the commander of both legions, his father died two years back in a battle that had gone into a cease fire for talks and ended in Bartholomew Wydred's, Aleck's father, assination. His mother Adelyn Wydred, was driven into deep depression and as a women outside the direct Wydred bloodline was passed over in rule-ship. Being young however, has not hindered this young lord from doing what needs to be done and upholding tradition and the laws of the Wydred.
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Name: Aleck Wydred
Age: 19
Rank: Marquess and Commander of Dragon and Pillar Legion. (12000 troops)
Appearance: Aleck is 5'10, and heavy built. Behind his back he is called "The Bear" due to both his physical appearance and strength when training in hand to hand. Jet black hair and crystalline black and gray eyes.
House: Wydred
Affilliation: Neutral
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Name: Adelyn Wydred
Age: 38 yrs old
Rank: Marquess (i dont know the female version of this title)
Appearance: 5'6, slender and well curved. A beautiful woman with long black hair and marble brown eyes.
House: Wydred
Affiliation: indisposed
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Name: Edward Wydred
Age: 12 yrs old
Rank: Marquess (only other member of the Wydred household with direct claim to leadership) Second to Aleck and younger brother.
Appearance: 4'5. He is a skinny boy, some muscle but little to no fat on his body. Jet black hair and almond brown eyes. His focus is more on the intellectual things rather than physical prowess like most who live in the valley, however thanks to his position of power he isnt bothered for his "weakness".
House: Wydred
Affiliation: Neutral

[TheFrontLine]

I would like to start, but that's just me.