Eschatologist

The 61st Hunger Games

I'd really like a tundra or mountainous region, or maybe a taiga forest, if that is alright with you.

Avatar: Restoration.

Yan Guan-Shou

【Full Name】
Yan Guan-Shou

【Alias】
The Magician

【Age|Gender】
29|Male

【Nation】
Lin-Jan Revolutionary Government [Formerly Earth Kingdom]

【Personality】
As with any soldier, Yan's personality is composite. At his core, he is a jovial man, quick to joke and quicker to laugh, always looking for a chance to meet new people or enjoy the company old friends. He is naturally inquisitive and leans towards the over-analytical, frequently unsatisfied by not knowing something only tangentially useful. He is highly moralistic and set in his views, and is politically minded despite his occupation. He despises tyranny and values freedom, and strongly dislikes deontological belief systems and dogmatic views. He is a relaxed man at his core, though is dedicated and fastidious on matters that he views as necessary.

Obviously, his time in the military have changed him. He is a tidy man, whose time as an officer has made him love the ordered and strongly dislike reneged plans or rescinded promises. He never learned to like the deference of his subordinates, but did learn very quickly to be polite and deferential to superiors. His service above all has made him take a great deal of personal responsibility for the wellbeing and safety of those who rely on him, and finds himself sometimes frustratingly clinging to the belief that his first and only duty is to protect the lives of his subordinates.

【History】
Earning a scholarship to the Ba Sing Se Military Academy in the hopes of making a better life for his ailing mother, Yan reluctantly joined the military as a means of advancing himself socially and economically. He took advantage of the free college education he would otherwise have been denied, and committed himself as a scholar his whole time at the school, excelling both in military subjects and outside of them. It was here the real seeds of dissent were planted, his lust for knowledge stymied by censorship and lack of rights at the very time he bloomed into a man interested and active in political theory. Despite his frustrations, he graduated with distinction from the Academy and immediately entered service in the 23rd Infantry Regiment.

His eight years of service were chaotic, dangerous, and featured a meteoric rise in the ranks for Yan. His time in the military was punctuated by large loyalist rebellions, terrorist strikes and religious zealotry. Yan was constantly torn, his sympathies for the revolutionaries growing each week. He was almost court-martialled for refusing to put down the only group of freedom fighters he agreed with, a group asking not for territory or respect, but of fundamental, sensible changes to the Imperial economic policy. For all the others, he worked his hardest to put them down, remembering that religious extremism or terroristic actions have never produced positive change.

His mother died when he was 28, soon after Yan was promoted to Brigadier General, one of the youngest officers to hold the rank since the Great War. The death temporarily destabilized Yan, who realized his last excuse for supporting a government he despised had died with his last parent. He defected, convincing most of the regiment to leave with him. They established the Lin-Jan Revolutionary Movement, a nation only in name, dedicated to fight for democracy and self-determination, and the overthrow of the Emperor. Their time at first was difficult, as they struggled to find funding and members, but now more than a year later the Government is established and a potent revolutionary force under the guiding hand of Yan. It is an organization funded by powerful factions and their refugee citizens living within their hidden enclaves of freedom, made of almost three thousand veteran soldiers often times as equipped as the proper military. They assist groups that fight for freedom and worthy goals all around the world, consulting revolutionaries that are constantly building power and influence, waiting patiently for the time they can openly oppose the Empire and change the world. He is a pioneer of the use of the firearm in warfare. Even among his enemies his advancement in the field of guerilla combat and small-unit infantry tactics are respected and becoming more and more mainstream in the Imperial Military Academies, his unorthodox leadership style, while bringing both successes and failures to the Government, are being seen as more and more noteworthy.

With the identification of a new Avatar, Yan has seen an opportunity to make a move, and has begun to commit the Government's

【Element】
None. Yan is an average close quarters fighter, despite being in a soldier's fitness. He is an excellent shot and blessed with a calm disposition under pressure. His true strength, however, lies behind the battle lines. He was a highly capable commander before his defection, and has only become more skilled after a year of fighting such a superior foe. Though having little talent for it before his defection, the rigors of leading a revolutionary government have made him a competent administrator, though one who relies on the talented people around him. He is a weak orator, but blessed with likability and a powerful reputation within the revolutionary circles, he still manages to inspire the best from his subordinates.

【Equipment】
He carries a 10mm pistol with him wherever he goes, and is competent with most most forms of infantry weapon, to varying degrees.

【Others】

Avatar: Restoration.

Yan Guan-Shou

【Full Name】
Yan Guan-Shou

【Alias】
The Magician

【Age|Gender】
29|Male

【Nation】
Lin-Jan Revolutionary Government [Formerly Earth Kingdom]

【Personality】
As with any soldier, Yan's personality is composite. At his core, he is a jovial man, quick to joke and quicker to laugh, always looking for a chance to meet new people or enjoy the company old friends. He is naturally inquisitive and leans towards the over-analytical, frequently unsatisfied by not knowing something only tangentially useful. He is highly moralistic and set in his views, and is politically minded despite his occupation. He despises tyranny and values freedom, and strongly dislikes deontological belief systems and dogmatic views. He is a relaxed man at his core, though is dedicated and fastidious on matters that he views as necessary.

Obviously, his time in the military have changed him. He is a tidy man, whose time as an officer has made him love the ordered and strongly dislike reneged plans or rescinded promises. He never learned to like the deference of his subordinates, but did learn very quickly to be polite and deferential to superiors. His service above all has made him take a great deal of personal responsibility for the wellbeing and safety of those who rely on him, and finds himself sometimes frustratingly clinging to the belief that his first and only duty is to protect the lives of his subordinates.

【History】
Earning a scholarship to the Ba Sing Se Military Academy in the hopes of making a better life for his ailing mother, Yan reluctantly joined the military as a means of advancing himself socially and economically. He took advantage of the free college education he would otherwise have been denied, and committed himself as a scholar his whole time at the school, excelling both in military subjects and outside of them. It was here the real seeds of dissent were planted, his lust for knowledge stymied by censorship and lack of rights at the very time he bloomed into a man interested and active in political theory. Despite his frustrations, he graduated with distinction from the Academy and immediately entered service in the 23rd Infantry Regiment.

His eight years of service were chaotic, dangerous, and featured a meteoric rise in the ranks for Yan. His time in the military was punctuated by large loyalist rebellions, terrorist strikes and religious zealotry. Yan was constantly torn, his sympathies for the revolutionaries growing each week. He was almost court-martialled for refusing to put down the only group of freedom fighters he agreed with, a group asking not for territory or respect, but of fundamental, sensible changes to the Imperial economic policy. For all the others, he worked his hardest to put them down, remembering that religious extremism or terroristic actions have never produced positive change.

His mother died when he was 28, soon after Yan was promoted to Brigadier General, one of the youngest officers to hold the rank since the Great War. The death temporarily destabilized Yan, who realized his last excuse for supporting a government he despised had died with his last parent. He defected, convincing most of the regiment to leave with him. They established the Lin-Jan Revolutionary Movement, a nation only in name, dedicated to fight for democracy and self-determination, and the overthrow of the Emperor. Their time at first was difficult, as they struggled to find funding and members, but now more than a year later the Government is established and a potent revolutionary force under the guiding hand of Yan. It is an organization funded by powerful factions and their refugee citizens living within their hidden enclaves of freedom, made of almost three thousand veteran soldiers often times as equipped as the proper military. They assist groups that fight for freedom and worthy goals all around the world, consulting revolutionaries that are constantly building power and influence, waiting patiently for the time they can openly oppose the Empire and change the world. He is a pioneer of the use of the firearm in warfare. Even among his enemies his advancement in the field of guerilla combat and small-unit infantry tactics are respected and becoming more and more mainstream in the Imperial Military Academies, his unorthodox leadership style, while bringing both successes and failures to the Government, are being seen as more and more noteworthy.

With the identification of a new Avatar, Yan has seen an opportunity to make a move, and has begun to commit the Government's

【Element】
None. Yan is an average close quarters fighter, despite being in a soldier's fitness. He is an excellent shot and blessed with a calm disposition under pressure. His true strength, however, lies behind the battle lines. He was a highly capable commander before his defection, and has only become more skilled after a year of fighting such a superior foe. Though having little talent for it before his defection, the rigors of leading a revolutionary government have made him a competent administrator, though one who relies on the talented people around him. He is a weak orator, but blessed with likability and a powerful reputation within the revolutionary circles, he still manages to inspire the best from his subordinates.

【Equipment】
He carries a 10mm pistol with him wherever he goes, and is competent with most most forms of infantry weapon, to varying degrees.

【Others】

Mushroom Inn(interest check/ Planning)

What would an "inn RP" entail? Is it just playing people who work at an inn?

The Hunger Games

I'd be interested.

The Ministry of magic has fallen- they are coming- A Harry Potter RP

Nevermind, I got a fair amount out of it.

The Ministry of magic has fallen- they are coming- A Harry Potter RP

To his later chagrin, the first reaction Billy had do him being so easily disarmed was to unleash a prodigious stream of profanity. Consummately unprofessional and a habit he had been hoping to break, but it was not a conscious reaction. After the few moments of him regaining his conentration, instinct failed him without a wand and he was forced to do whatever he could to avoid whatever fate this man has in store for you. Billy guessed his many personal wards might be able to take whatever first spell the man flung, but after the defenses just stopped his hand from being severed, he didn't want to try it.

Usually he would never resort to wandless magic. A dangerous, risky business at the best of times, usable to a decent degree by only the most skilled wizards. Billy was not one of the most skilled wizards, and the army had never taught him how to do it, not wanting to waste Warlock Sam's time or money. Billy was, however, familiar with the rudiments, and they would have to do fine. Precision would never be achieved, but he didn't need to be precise if he just had enough energy, and he had more than enough spare.

He shouted, partially in panic and partially to throw his assailant off, "Ventus Maximus!", and pushed as many thaums into the spell as he could manage. The effects were as drastic and chaotic as would be expected. An ungodly gust of air blew out of his extended hand, throwing the angry man off his feet and into the hall. Unfortunately for Billy, he had forgotten about one Sir Isaac Newton and those pesky muggle laws of physics. Normally mitigated by magic, this particular casting was not made as such, and Billy found himself flying backwards too, his hand wrenched back painfully as he flew a few feet.

He wished, as he flew, that the army had perfected attaching modified broomsticks to people. It was a great idea in theory, but modifying the ancient broomstick enchantments was a slow business, and not likely to be completed for years to come. It would have saved Billy a headache if they had been finished, that was certain. He was blown back and nearly brained himself on the back wall. He was heavier than the assailant, and more ready for the catastrophic results of the spell, and through either blind luck or divine intervention Billy managed to land approximately on his feet.

His two auror companions, their vestments and hair rustled considerably by the burst of air, acted once again to their credit, both stunning the prone man at the same time. He found his wand, glowing thanks to a handy safety enchantment, and prepared to fend off other attackers, but for the next few seconds at least none were forthcoming. He wanted to use Fiendfyre to blast the barricade around the corner, and all of a sudden wondered why Blackwell didn't do that from the start. Fire that can turn corners and almost never be countered would make short work of the barricade, and every second wasted here was potentially dozens more civilian casualties. Deciding to act first and chide his superiors later, he simply motioned for the other two aurors to stand back from the last wall, and blew it inwards with "Bombarda Maxima", blowing the dust clear with another ventus spell and taking cover, preparing to protect the other two aurors as they leaped through the new, much more jagged, hole in the wall.

The Ministry of magic has fallen- they are coming- A Harry Potter RP

I'm working on a post now, but I fear it is going to be pretty short. Apologies in advance, I am not sure how much nuance I can jam into it though.

Tverios: The Conquest

One thing I'm really looking for is a plotting scene between Oromis and Claes. I can't quite figure out a way to get that scene to happen before we take the city, but I really want it to happen soon.

She needs to explain that she is doing this to gain political capital under the new regime and for NO ULTERIOR MOTIVES WHATSOEVER

Tverios: The Conquest

Oh, that won't happen. You're the one who's got to open those gates, after all. Right before your assault is the very farthest I'll go, at least.