@Wernher Just saying before I get off comp and back onto my phone, it's Ralei, not Relai. ;)

Hi, just got off of Ambra's account to make some edits to the regional posts.

I've finished the coat of arms for both House Lear and House Ralei.
They're not spectacular, of course. But they're there just for a good idea of what the House colors are, and their sigils.

House Rathmore's snake sigil is giving quite a good amount of trouble, which is why I'm postponing its creation for tomorrow or some other time.

I'll definitely also look into revising some of the wording in the regional posts. But another time.

Me is tired.

Name: Veronika Tolstoi

Age: Nineteen

Titles: Hand of Viktor Summers

Origin: Village near the Barony of Mork, North.

Allegiance: Viktor Summers, always.

Family:


Personality:
It was early that Veronika was harshly thought that one should not speak if one didn't have something to say. This, along with the punishment for even hinting at an insult with your facial expression made for a very quiet and rarely expressive girl. Ultimately she didn't need to spend any time with Viktor for life to rot her to the core with cynicism. As someone who known the worst of misery life can bring, her own belief is that no one else matters. They can die, they can starve, as long as it isn't her then its a victory. As long as it isn't Viktor... The man gave her a life worth living and even if it was just to give himself a useful servant, fact remained he chose her and no one else, and that she'd be dead or worst, still where she was when he found her without him. There is no god or king to her, only Viktor.

Background:
The angular face with sharp lines... the distinctive feature of the Liber people. Some say a subgroup of the Estalian northern folks that would eventually go to the south, some say something else entirely. No matter, these people tend to be marginalized, living only in a handful of villages in the most isolated parts of the north. Veronika's childhood was only one of survival with her mother and older sister. She had other siblings as well but she hardly remembers them, winter took them when she was young.

It seemed they would all fall victim to it when the Caravan of Miracles was in town. The caravan was a group of entertainer, popular on every corner of the kingdom for its breath taking shows. Known as well for its incredible talents. There was a reason of course, they were trained from a young age under the idea that if you couldn't tame a bear, then you would feed the bear. Veronika made her way in that circus like everyone there did: Her mother sold her to the circus master. Not as a slave no, but merely Veronika would gain a salary that she'd never see, it'd be sent to her mother. One mouth less to feed, and a little more income.

Veronika trained to be an acrobat and was a pretty damn good one, though the training was impossibly hard. A lot fell in their act and were left on the side of the road as beggars with broken limbs if they were lucky enough for the stage not being burning coal or something like that. Veronika however never fell.

It was a few years ago that a particular merchant from the South assisted to one of her shows. An important man she understood, as he was in the loge with the circus master and the local noble. Viktor. She had attracted his eye due to his own 'special' tastes in women. He didn't like traditional nobles and their anorexic figures and neither did he like the fatter ones. No, it was and still is one of his quirks, he likes the more trained women, the rare warriors, some farmer girls... an acrobat like Veronika fell exactly in his tastes.

The compliment he said about Veronika's grace and abilities however was taken in an entirely inappropriate way by the circus master who ordered Veronika to meet the merchant in his chambers during the night. It wasn't the first time Veronika was ordered such a thing and she knew better than to disobey. It was, however, quite the first for Viktor and he was extremely surprised to see her, even more so when she calmly explained the situation to him.

Viktor actually almost went through with it but ultimately, to Veronika's surprise, decided he could not go with it, and blamed his lack of enthusiasm with humor on Veronika not being able to smile to him. Still, they stayed together and spoke with interest to each other all night.

It would have seemed their encounter would have ended there if it wasn't for the fact that Viktor had negotiations with the circus master the next day. The deal wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either and Viktor wanted to squeeze a little extra from the circus, but the circus master didn't want any of it. He then decided however to offer Viktor the girl he had slept with last night. She, after all, had only left early in the morning and he took that as a sign of interest. Viktor was taken aback but decided to accept. Like that, on a whim.

Veronika was now under the service of a new master. One that fed her, clothed her, hell, even paid her. The first person, the first man, to pay such attention to her. Although he was very insistent she was anything but that, Veronika still served him like the most devout of slave from that moment on, placing her wide range of skills, from acrobatics to knife throwing, to his use, even learning some more to help her master and ultimately, the love of her life, in any ways she could.

Name: Porthos Condotierri

Age: Thirty two

Titles: Captain of the Lion Company

Origin: Barony of Langvale, West.

Allegiance: Whomever signs a contract with him.

Family:


Personality:
He is a loud man that likes nothing more than a barrel of wine and a couple of women to keep him company. This all tends to make him seem like a simple and even stupid man, though he is nothing but. While he's willing to admit there is more intelligent than him and that he has a lot of focus on direct charges and attacks, he'll underline the fact that no matter how simple what he does seems, it works. He indeed is a brave leader of man that knows himself and his soldiers. Along with that, he's maybe a little smarter than people give him credit for.

Background:
Porthos' father was actually a minor Baron in the west at the employ of the king, that is until when Porthos was very young and his family had to go bankrupt, selling their title to scrape enough to live. He however had the 'luck' to serve as a page to nobles, destined to eventually become a squire. He quickly abandonned this idea however when he noticed how much boot licking was involved. He wouldn't treat his master like light shined out of his ass when he was the best of his age and yet the last to become a squire. And so, he decided to leave and sell his sword arm instead.

He did good, quickly banding with others to form a small company to dispatch of brigands and serve as hired thugs to beat up other hired thugs in the south. His career really started however when he joined a minor claiment to the title of count. By all rights he was probably the real count, but his uncle had the knights on his side and the castle as well, so pushing him out, even for the king, would just be an annoying chore. The claiment only had peasants to which he had promised to lower the taxes but Porthos took the contract non the less.

By all odds, one would call this suicidal. Sure, they had the advantage of the number but peasants historically were all mowed down like grass in front of trained knights and mercenaries never fared much better. They laid siege to the castle of the count and surely, he decided he'd rather deal with this quickly and went to the field with his fully armoured knights.

That the Lion Company proceeded to massacre.

To be fair the count was an imbecile and decided to charge a line of pikemen, but that was still exceptional and Porthos was now known as a knight slayer, a man with people willing and able to dispatch of the most elite fighters of the kingdom. A step higher from bigger companies that refused any such contract, always fighting against criminals or other mercenaries in mock battles where they crushed the enemy with no challenge.

Right now, Porthos is wise enough to see that a dying king with a dying heir makes for a very bad combo to keep the peace and so is expending, in prevision of what is to come. He, however, does not aim to get financial gain from the crisis to come. No, his family was noble once, and he intends to make it again.

Bro, that's four charries

Something something lord players should be dedicated? And no, that's 3. With the merc's daughter it'll be four.

Euric, Viktor, Veronika, and Porthos is 4, with the daughter that will be five.

Oh yeah, guess you're right.

Well, sometimes I get carried away.

So, there is Vi, I'll have Isla up sometime tomorrow. Andddd Yeah, lemme know if the fam thinks I should change anything

<Snipped quote by Ambra>

I could play a Queen character! Haha.

Be the Khaleesi!

<Snipped quote by HushedWhispers>

Be the Khaleesi!

If I do that then that means that all Kingdoms would have to burn... >.>

@HushedWhispers


But srsly, my guy wouldn't mind when I make him. Pure swordsman out for himself

@HushedWhispers


But srsly, my guy wouldn't mind when I make him. Pure swordsman out for himself

Haha. Wow.

Please use the labels for each section, as it would make it less confusing to deduce what is what when it comes to the personality / background sections.
Type out the age.
The titles would simply be 'Ser, and Spymaster of House Rathmore'
Allegiance would be House Rathmore.
Good to go.

@Ambra How is it now?

He's spying for the King not for his house though. His King happens to be in his house but he would do it for any house if they became King instead. Is that okay?



Ar

Hider [+]

“Ar” Alexander Rathmore. Ar is pronounced like the letter.

Age forty and one years.

Ser. Spymaster of the King.

Loyalty - Rathmore.

Family

Hider [+]

Armin Rathmore - Father
Terrion Ingrahm - Mother (both parents retired to a cottage in the woody outskirts of the Windkeep)
To be declared - Spouse, children.

PERSONALITY
Ar is a calculating man primarily, but not cold. Some coldness is necessitated by the trade of Spymaster sure, but Ar does a good job of not letting his work become who he is entirely. He cherishes the finer things in life such as good wine and good drink, and fast horses. He spends a lot of time at the stables recreationally when he is not with his family or conducting espionage. He attends every meeting in House Rathmore, being privy to the most information of anyone there. He also has never been sick on an occasion like a feast or celebration, he’s a man of perfect attendance.
The reason perhaps that Alexander was chosen to be Spymaster of the House of the King is his ability to be enigmatic. He personally holds many cards for the kingdom, tokens of information and facts and seeds of lies. He is not above manipulation and using people in his work as Spymaster, and many of his spies are children and whores, though this fact is one he guards closely so as to not chance bringing any shame upon his proud huntsman family. He maintains almost two separate personalities, one in which he allows himself to be human and amicable and another in which he arms himself with brutality and deceit professionally crafted and almost mechanically executed.

HISTORY
Ar was born to a respected branch of the Rathmore family. He was the only child of his parents, which although they did not reveal this to him was to their dismay. His mother wanted more heirs for his father but for whatever reason it didn’t happen. He was trained as any Rathmore should be in the arts of hunting, foraging and farming. He memorized the facets of the land surrounding the Windkeep for many miles, such that every footstep is now a familiar one to him.
The most significant detail of Alexander’s past is an event of retaliation for which he became infamous. Once there were many more smugglers in a port city among the beaches of the South, and they had become such a nuisance that the Spymaster was required to dismantle their operation. Upon arrival in the city, Ar found many of his associates dead. The smugglers three leaders had caught wind of him before he made his first move, a rare occurrence for the Spymaster, and one he would not forget since it cost him eleven friends. After the burials transpired, and Ar had finished paying his respects to fellow comrades among them six children the smugglers had murdered, Ar turned his attention to formulating a bloody counterattack. One night, the three leaders of the smuggling band each woke up to over a dozen assassins at their bedside, with their families and ship mates bound and gagged to watch what would unfold. Alexander only took three lives in exchange for eleven, but it was justice in his eyes. Smuggling has been reduced to a fraction of what it once was in that city to this day.

We'Ll get to looking at the sheets soon!

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Just making sure everyone is still here. Please, if you have no interest in being part of this RP anymore, tell us instead of disappearing.

@AmbraI believe me and Aria are both on the same page when we said that we were most likely just going to stalk the page as neither of us have the time to fully participate in an RP like this.

@ClocktowerEchos Aria said she would join, but I wasn't sure you would. Sorry about that.

Aria suddenly realized her commitments were a heck of a lot less than she thought they were. Aria is definitely still in, is still in the process of brainstorming a character. She also knows that @darkwolf687 is in the process of writing his character up as well.