Name: Emperor Roland Maximus IV

Alias: Rey Pescador

Age: 17

Gender: M

Allegiance: Self; Old Empire

Personality: Rey lives by the long-forgotten precepts of imperial chivalry- to be just, valorous, and honorable. He believes true strength, body and spirit, stems from rigid, unceasing self-control and expects similar from his vassals. Unsurprisingly, this leads many to think him cold and aloof, but beneath his hard exterior Rey is still a boy in a world of men. He cares deeply for his subordinates, considering them the closest thing to family he's ever had.

Likes: Children; the taste of a hard-fought victory; the ideals of the empire

Dislikes: Unfairness and deceit; senseless killing; dishonorable and ignoble behavior; using his Teigu; Teigu in general

Fears: The death of the empire at the hands of incompetents; the possibility that the Thousand-Year Empire may not be worth saving

Brief Bio:
Rey's story begins ten years ago. Descended from the First Emperor's bloodline, he won right of succession with the aid of a wealthy merchant who would one day become the imperial minister. The nobility, however, were restless and untrustworthy of the boy king, though they had no claim with which to match his own. Wishing to prove his worth, the boy asked his most trusted minister how he should put his vassals at ease. The minister, in turn, had a brilliant idea: The boy-king would go on a journey to reclaim the royal seal, thought lost in the civil war that had nearly torn the nation apart, centuries ago.

Preparations were made in secret, for even in those days assassins worked cheap. The boy-king was to take with him only the barest of essentials and a party of his most trusted servants. A double would sit upon the throne in his absence. Supported by the minister as he was, none would be the wiser. Departing under cover of night, under a false name, he would explore the farthest reaches to find the imperial treasure.

So the caravan set off, en route to the strange uncharted lands of the eastern reaches. It was not long before they began to meet trouble; bandits seemed to line every stretch of road. A mysterious illness befell those who drank from the wine casks. Areas their maps marked as safe passage were marked by the dens of terrible beasts. By the time they reached the empire's edge, it had become clear to all: This was no noble quest, but a death march arranged by the minister.

Thus did the boy-king grow into a man, made lean and hard by a life of endless hardship. In the port-cities of the Crimson Coast, he learned to fight. In the lush jungles of Zuth, he learned to hunt. In the slave-pits of Ka'Zar, he learned to kill, and in this aspect found himself particularly gifted. Through this all, he hunted long-forgotten Teigu, facing their holders in combat and returning each time triumphant. Finally, after ten long years, he has returned to his birthplace to find it in shambles. Swearing revenge upon the minister, Rey set out to consolidate power within the capital and reclaim his birthright.

Imperial Arms Name: Crownless King - Lemegeton

Imperial Arms Description: A ring that burns with hidden power, bearing the imperial crest. Though it lacks the ability to injure others, it has a far more important use than simple combat: As the First Emperor's personal treasure, this Teigu can only be used by those who are directly descended from him, ensuring both the security of the sealed Teigu and Lemegeton's actual use as the royal seal. In short, it's concrete, irrefutable proof of Rey's status as the true emperor.
Royal Seal: Lemegeton possesses the power to seal Teigu within itself, ensuring they remain safely out of human hands for all eternity. If Lemegeton were to be broken with Teigu inside of it, those Teigu would be lost forever. In theory, Rey could reverse this process to distribute Teigu, but as this goes against his goals of consolidating power he has yet to do so.

Imperial Arms Trump Card:
Royal Authority: Activating this trump card causes Lemegeton to give off a bright, captivating light. Save for the user, any living thing that gazes upon this light, even in passing, will instinctively genuflect so long as it shines and be unable to take any other action. No act of will can prevent this from occurring.

Extra:
-While his Teigu has little direct combat use, Rey spent his formative years exploring some of the harshest environments in the world, fighting life-or-death battles with opponents far more powerful than himself, and learning from the continent's foremost warriors and scholars. As such, he's fully capable of going toe-to-toe with Teigu users using nothing but mundane weaponry, wit, and skill.
-Rey firmly believes that humans should fight via human means. To this end, he forbids himself the use of Teigu against those who are likewise not armed with Teigu.
-Not counting those he and his servants currently wield, Rey has collected nine teigu over his journey, stored within Lemegeton.

Name: Mishra
Nickname/Alias: The Clerk, Ascetic of Aesthetics
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Allegiance: The Ideal Empire
Personality: Mishra is a quiet and contemplative soul, a man of action using very little words. His actions are not those of a headstrong hero but rather those of a man who would rather help in the little things; walking a lady across the street or providing a hungry child with a loaf of bread. Mishra is rather detailed oriented fellow, which shows in his trance-like attention to detail when writing among other arts or even focusing on elements in the fields of battle.

Likes: Beauty of the mind/soul/body, Structure, Artistic Endeavors
Dislikes: Ugliness of the mind/soul/body, Anarchy, Sloth
Fears: The virtuous and orderly nature of the world becoming forever plunged into a chaotic cesspool of sins.

Brief Bio: Mishra was not born from the Empire but was born instead in that mysterious country to the East. And as such his story begins in that land, in particular a monastery located within that land. Mishra had heard many tales told by his elder teachers and contemporary peers about how he arrived at the monastery. While the details vary, mostly of the reputability of his parentage, all of the stories have the same point of a small baby crying at the door-steps one rainy night. Being born into the monastery life, Mishra learned the importance of order and structure, of kindness and virtue.

Like the other monks there Mishra learned the disciplines of faith, which built his moral foundation. From there it was expanded upon as the mind grew as he was educated in the cornerstones of reading, writing and bits of the sciences. His body would be hardened from the daily exercises. And these lessons would become very important as he was finally old enough to learn the secrets of his monastery.
It guarded the Imperial Arms known as ‘The Cosmic Calligraphy – Samhita’. The legends passed down from elder to elder stated that during a mission of enlightenment a pilgrim had encountered this tool during journeys west to spread the message of their monastery. It was there the teacher saw the scene of carnage it was found in. Yet even though there was devastation life was present as he saw a small inky dog trying to return back to the inkwell. The teacher knew that this relic had to be kept away from those who would use its power for destruction.

Of course that legend attracted many bandits, ruffians and the sinful beings that caused such carnage in the first place! Mishra had witnessed with his own eyes the depths people were willing to lower themselves to in an attempt for power.

For the longest time the monks were able to keep these marauders at bay by virtue of their martial training, both their natural ways and that of machine parts they had added onto themselves. But alas the day came when the marauders came in such a force that the monks were unable to defend their home.

As most of the monks were being butchered, Mishra as one of the faster runners was tasked with making sure they did not steal Samhita. And so traversing through secret passageways he made his way to the holy chamber in which The Cosmic Calligraphy was held; emptying that inkwell Mishra placed it into his own mechanical appendages and escaped the burning monastery.

Nothing would be left except ashes. In a way it was fortunate that the marauders were content with their indulgence of violence and plundering everything that wasn’t nailed down. It made them blind to the real treasure that alluded them.
And so Mishra began a life of a wanderer doing small deeds of good to help wherever he could. It was what his order would’ve expected of him.

During expeditions westward Mishra had a chance encounter with a charismatic individual of nobility who had a just and good heart. He also knew the dangers of Imperial Arms which would fill the hearts of man with greed, envy and wrath. Mishra pleaded with the noble, begging for him to accept him as part of his own so that he could fulfill what he knew the duty of his monastery was.
With that Mishra followed the man ready to help the world.

Imperial Arms Name: The Cosmic Calligraphy – Samhita
The Cosmic Calligraphy Samhita Inside The Former Vessel
Imperial Arms Description: The Teigu known as ‘The Cosmic Calligraphy’ is in the simplest of terms a large, gloomy, mass of sticky black ink teeming with cosmic energy. It was once held in a most cherished inkwell now it resides within the backpack compartment of Mishra’s mechanical appendages.
‘Kama-taṇha’ Words of Power: The ability of Kama-tanha aka the Words of Power is the simplest and easiest to access among the Cosmic Calligraphy. Using the ink of Samhita the user writes down words upon a surface and depending on the word written, the surface could explode, be slashed apart, smashed up, among other destructive examples. The effect from the word in question can happen instantaneously or can be stalled to happen a few seconds later. The length of the word/phrase in question impacts how strong the reaction will be; “CUT” for example causes a weaker reaction compared to “SLICE”. After the written effect takes place the ink vanishes and returns to fill back the inkwell.


Imperial Arms Trump Card:
‘Prakamya’ The Lifeflowing Ink: On the other side of the metaphorical coin that is “The Cosmic Calligraphy – Samhita” is The Lifeflowing Ink of Prakamya. This ability is harder to access but in principle it works similar to the Words of Power. Like the Kama-tanha, Prakamya requires the ink of Samhita to write down words upon a surface to create a somewhat sentient construct that can be telepathically commanded. Once the word is written upon a surface it forms either instantaneously if the construct is rather small and takes longer to be conjured if the construct is larger. Unlike the Words of Power the effect is not determined by length but rather the intent of what is to be summoned. For example “CAT” would be larger than “RAT” and take a bit longer to form. The construct remains until it is either ordered to be dismissed or until it is destroyed in battle and as long as the construct is up and running, the ‘Samhita Inkwell’ cannot access that ink thus lowering the amount of actions that can be done with The Cosmic Calligraphy.

Extra: Mishra’s mechanical appendages are grafted onto his person and are quite physically strong and very flexible. The fingertips of each hand has multiple slits in order to access the Cosmic Calligraphy’s inkwell and easily function as pens or transfer it to his fleshy fingertips for the same deal.
Mishra is a master of the painted arts and has superior penmanship. These skills are so honed that he could skillfully make a forgery of artwork or signatures if he so desired but ethics generally makes him shun such activities.
He is adept at grappling, both with just the use of his more natural fleshy limbs alongside using his robotic limbs.