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[color=59849f][h1]Brother Amerigo Spadoni[/h1][/color]
[color=50849f][b]18[/b] | [b]Human[/b] | [b]Male[/b] | [b]6'0[/b] | [b]182lb[/b] [/color]
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[color=50849f][b]Goal:[/b][/color] Protecting his own. Here to retrieve a missing ship, the [i]Golden Gale[/i], and her missing cargo, to assist in the development of diplomatic relationships with the most fruitful elements of this new political landscape, and perhaps most of all, [i]enjoy[/i] a nice vacation in this land a sea away from the Republic, partaking in its many delicious riches, its many eyebrow-raising intrigues, its many invigorating duels, and of course its many undiscovered adventures. All Brothers of the Bones are such Romantic Folk, you know?

[color=50849f][b]History:[/b][/color] A third son of some old military family, Amerigo was always the one amongst his brothers that showed the most potential as a man of the blade, focused, cunning, and revelrous most in crossing swords out of all the many foci that lay within an education by a family seeking greater standing, seeking long hours of study in all the details, footwork, rhythm, range, training, training, training. He grew to love swordsmanship as a painter loves staining a canvas, as both elegant art and brutal craft, and as third in line behind a pair of diligent and determined elder brothers, he couldn’t forsee suddenly having need for the many skills of managing an estate or coordinating troops and soirées and so on— they’d take him off the field anyway. As a result, he was largely left to what devices he was able, and soon found his exact wishes as a Brother of the Bones.

Four years on, he has clearly taken to the many means a Brother must learn like (pardoning the play on words in this) a fish to water, proving his skill and valor twice over with revelry in each dominant victory over the hapless pirates that thought to assault the ships he and his Brothers swore to guard. A swashbuckling breed of genteel, his experiences have left him colored unmistakably happier than he would have been should he ever had need to fill the role of one of his brothers. He looks forward to keep living well, even as he and his partner forge a path that will doubtless uncover all the hidden treasures in this recently tilled land across the sea.

[color=50849f][b]Seed:[/b][/color] [color=50849f][i]Che cosa?[/i][/color]

[color=50849f][b]Magic:[/b][/color] [color=50849f]No, gross. That’s Dremora stuff. Sharp blades, sharp eyes, and sharp wits will more than do.[/color]

[color=50849f][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Swordsmanship, Pankration, Sailing, Riding, Dancing, appreciating fine food, fine wine, and refined ladies, speaking with charmingly glib and flowered cadence (and an ear for accents typically used for comedy), metallurgy (so much as it pertains to judging and maintaining quality weaponry, at least), examining the structure of something and how he might break it, testing the limits of his ability, always with intent to exceed.

[color=50849f][b]Faction:[/b][/color] Not a leader by any means, but a well-ingrained Brother of the Bones of the Sea of at least four years. The Brothers are the Republic’s answer to the old knightly warrior caste, men hailing from old bellicose bloodlines and charged with the protection of ships and sailors as they ferry across the treacherous high seas, drawing their coral blades to cut down buccaneers, monsters from the deep and from lands abroad, and if you give a credulous ear to even half of their bravado— the mighty gales themselves. The Coral at their hip is the eponymous Bones of the Sea, gathered ashore by the Keeper of Light and known to protect the sworn brothers from all manner of arcane ills— but they must honor their bond with the Bones by staying in sight of the ocean, lest their blades grow heavy and wild.

[color=50849f][b]City:[/b][/color] [color=50849f]The most illustrious Republic would keep us here all night if we spoke of its many bounties. It matters less than the breath it would demand, as we are far from home.[/color]

[color=50849f][b]Assets:[/b][/color] The weight of diplomatic immunity, although his presence shows how much that’s believed to go for in the tumult between landed old nobility and power-hungry new management. Beyond that, a vicious Bilbao forged from the Bones is ever present at this brother’s hip, exquisite for the cut and thrust, and ideally a small vial of captured seawater sits within the splendid crystal pendant on his person— a last resort for a last resort, as he would ideally be never so inland as to need it, and if he did need it he would have a more substantial volume somewhere upon him.
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[table][row][/row][row][cell][b][h3]Aubri Silverblade[/h3][/b]
Professionally his protectorate, as holder of the Republic's Letter of Credit (the slip of paper actually in no uncertain terms of more diplomatic import than the man himself, per one Pater Silverblade) and head of the ongoing [i]Golden Gale[/i] investigation. Personally? Amerigo is quite fond of Aubri's diligence and gumption, his goals beyond the assigned duty— more than even strength, he admires the stubbornness it takes to still want to find and eclipse someone that, evidently, was so much his better. Not the most rigorous test of his abilities at the moment, but all things come with time and observation. Protection is the job. Camraderie, however, is the romp through Arrowfell in the meantime, two strangers in an ever-stranger land.[/cell]
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[color=50849f][i]"Asking me to sum you up, boss? Hmm... I'll put it like this. You remind me of my older brother. He gets the same serious look in his eyes, when he really sets his mind about something. I know the job is I handle the fighting, you handle the overtures— but we both know there are more things in life than that, and they're behind this for both of us. Remember, [i]fratello mio[/i]: If you [b]want[/b] it, you'll have to [b]take[/b] it."[/i][/color]
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[row][cell][b][h3]Wizard-Queen Evelyn Keove[/h3][/b]
To be respected and admired healthily, as one of the key figures their expedition was initially drafted to observe and make contact with. How she handles the oncoming storm of landed nobility trying to jockey for position while her reign is still nascent is something to watch very closely, as is her close connection with the many treacheries of the Dremora's shade.
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[color=50849f][i]"Strength and beauty, both fine tools for a Queen's bid to take and consolidate her reign... but this business with these Seed things strikes me as... unsustainable. No matter the weapon, it will always find a crack to slip through if you try and control the whole supply. Otherwise, I believe we should be friendly, use our neutrality to our advantage, and make polite inroads on both sides of the board in these opening days. It would be quite something to have anyone like her consider you a friend— perhaps more."[/i][/color]
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[row][cell][b][h3]Duke Laurent Rhinecliff[/h3][/b]
Lord of the last port of call the Golden Gale was sighted at, now lost to the waves or worse. Odonfield is going to be a necessary stop in this investigation, come rapture or riptide. His tobacco empire, deep libraries, and heavy church presence within his domain are all weighty insulators against outright obliteration for a war footing— it would be wise to respect the capital he can muster, be it monetary, informatory, or indeed human.
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[color=50849f][i]"He's likely to have a lot of eyes on him already, well before we enter the picture— but we're going to have to add ours to the list. He may well be able to field a true threat to the Queen's regime off the back of his logistical base and influence alone. Even putting the matter of the [i]Gale[/i] aside, we had best acknowledge every key player. Shop around, you know?"[/i][/color]
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