FunnyGuy

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction: Sadie @Potter, Drake @Lava Alckon
Mention:

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Mina @Tae

More and more nobles arrived to attend the tea party, and one of particular note caught Alexander's gaze. Dark honey blonde hair and a petite frame adorned with soft shades of lavender purple. Though she was not Caesonian, Alexander recognized the Varian princess as it was important for him to know who the world's major players were.

Princess Sadie Lucille Camille… and not alone it seems. His eyes shifted to her small entourage of bodyguards that accompanied her arrival. His eyes locked on the blonde, appearing to be the leader of the pack. He took a sip of his tea as he silently sized the woman up, more curious of the beautiful bodyguard rather than the princess herself. For him, it was a natural thing. To Alexander, positions in society were simple ladder rungs and a Varian princess was far too high for him to reach at the moment. However, Genevieve could be grasped. She was only a bodyguard, upholding a duty that would leave her unremembered by history. Yet it was this duty that granted something Alexander identified as just as important as wealth and power in his climb toward the top. Something could not be forced or purchased.

It was his fixation on the bodyguard that stole his attention from Sadie's stumbling and fall that nearly reached his table. Alexander's eyes shot open as Lianna jumped in her seat with a slight yelp as she didn't know what was happening. Putting down the tea cup, a gentle hand was placed on his wife's hand that was clutching one of the arms of her chair. She was tense and briefly reminded of her helplessness.

“Everything is fine. Princess Sadie tripped and… fell.” It was strange for him to explain such a thing so simply about the extraordinary but that's exactly what had happened. Lianna eased up, especially as the princess started apologizing. “It's not a problem.” Alexander said with a forced smile. He clenched his jaw when she turned to the other woman as he thought about how she startled his wife and how she could have very well fallen into her. He himself was not sure what he might have done if that occurred.

Once the princess continued on, Lianna cleared her throat in an extra obvious fashion. Alexander raised an eyebrow as he addressed his wife.

“Hm? What is it?”

“‘It's not a problem.’” Lianna mocked with a disapproving shake of her head. “Speak to her.”

“I did. I was respectful.”

“No, you were forgettable. You merely replied. With such simple words too.” Though her brows were furrowed, she managed a warm smile. “Love, show the princess who you are. Go on.” She waved him off like a mother telling her child to go off and play with the other children. He hesitated and Lianna moved her hand from his. “I'll be fine.”

“I won't be long.” He said just before planting a soft kiss to her cheek. “I promise.” With that said, Alexander rose from his seat. He stole a look at the bodyguard flashing a friendly smile accompanied with a nod. He noticed Sadie had taken a seat beside Drake which made things all the more better. The progeny of a king and duke. Heirs of greatness.

He was on his way to approach when the voice of a woman caused him to glance at toward the venue's entrance. His eyes might have returned to his destination but Mina was difficult to steer his eyes from. Her image remarkably resembled Lianna when they had first met. For a moment his smile was nowhere to be found, replaced by a look of awe as he found something he didn't know he desired.
Who might you be? His eyes trailed to the unfamiliar older man with her. A potential obstacle to his lust. A needed obstacle to return him onto his path. The princess, he focused to the forefront of his mind.

Resuming from his brief pause, he approached the table of Drake Edwards and Sadie Camille. He kept his movements subtle so as to not give her guards reasons to intercept his advance. The two appeared to be rather close from Alexander's perspective. It was the way he caressed her in a moment of weakness. The look in his eyes as he gazed upon her as if he could enjoy simply doing so for hours. And how will she reciprocate? He would just have witness that for himself.

“Princess Sadie Camille.” He greeted with a customary bow, while being respectful to not just take a seat between them. “Drake Edwards, a pleasure seeing you again though we haven't been formally introduced. Alexander Deacon of Javaria.” His eyes focused on Sadie. “I do apologize if I'm intruding, but I wanted to ensure you were alright. Not just from the fall but also how rude those women were to you. You would think they would recognize your standing, and not just because you're a princess, your majesty. ” He looked upon with platonic admiration, being sure not to overstep between the two.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Southwest of Roshmi
Interaction:Brigitte @Tae, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, and Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention:
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff!, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 560 Amas. Oh! And Owlbear loot that he hasn't shared

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Mister Luum listened to everyone wearing a misplaced expression of delight. He gave a nod here and there as if everyone was making excellent points regardless of what they may have said. This is good! This might be the most any of them have spoken in one go! As wary of and weirded out by her Mister Luum was, he simply had to have Zeva accompany his group.

After Bowyn and Rue's words of caution in taking part in their little slice of rebellion, he took the chance to speak while Zeva was being healed by Bowyn's magic.

“I like this. A little bit of good elf, bad fairies. A volatile combination of bright optimism and icy pessimism!” He almost sang in a cheerful voice. He looked over to each member of the group including Starfire nodding continuously as if they were all on the same page.

“Despite the threats of lost limbs or worse, what my friends are meaning to say is ‘chew the succulent meat and spit out the bone!’ Quit worrying about the bad. Your parents will be proud of all the good you'll accomplish.” Mister Luum winked before conjuring up a brilliant white orb of light magic above a raised index finger. He made it seem as if he had said something profound.

“You, Zeva… you can be my… apprentice. The third student of the School of Luum! I'll teach you everything I know. I'm almost middle-aged and haven't lost a limb or wings or my mind or my freedom so I have the world quite figured out if you ask me.” Mister Luum nodded his head toward, Bowyn, Bardulf, and Brigitte respectively as he mentioned losing things. “Just a staff…” He murmured under his breath with a bow of his head until he piped right back up!

“But don't keep us waiting. We need to go and quite quickly. Oh!” He turned to Bardulf. “And a splendid job at being right! We definitely need to leave! I do not wish to be arrested for murdering that owlbear. My record is quite bad as it stands.”

Avalia

The True Rebel

_{credit for image Lluis Abadias}

“Thraash Ferno” ⋆ 125 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihuman

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Appearance

Height:

7’1”

Build:

Lean muscular

Eye Color:

Yellow

Skin Tone:

Green

Distinguishing features:

Badass horns, septum piercing, three horn piercings, two brow piercings

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Music
⋆ Bringing it to the dark elves
⋆ Shiny things
⋆ Brazenness
⋆ Red meat
⋆ Being in charge
⋆ Making a grand entrance

Dislikes:

⋆ No stakes
⋆ Subservience
⋆ Being forced to keep things quiet
⋆ Low activity
⋆ Dark Elf supremacy

Fears:

⋆ Losing his ability to play music
⋆ Not dying in a worthwhile battle

Habits/Quirks:

⋆ Hums to himself while bopping his head when things get slow
⋆ Conforms to ideas he thinks are cool versus the pros and cons
⋆ Silently towers over others imposingly

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

People find me rough around the edges but they just need to deal with it or leave. I choose not to make new friends because most people can't hang. Ain't my problem. I'm just built like that and it works in my favor since I don't have enough limelight to share with anyone else. I'm the star, so naturally, I come first. Not only that but I'm not the type to trust anyone unless they're battle-tested first. After that, maybe you get the stamp of being considered solid. Wanna see what that looks like, just look at who I keep around.

Temperament? People say I'm a hothead. I've fought plenty of rounds at the Nest. Y'know, that cesspool of a bar in Roshmi. Love that place… I hate that place too. And waiting? I don't wait for shit to happen. I make shit happen with or without a plan. Simple as that. No hesitation.

I'm smarter than most make me out to be. Get it from my pops but it's more of a street-smart thing. I'm not some brainy scientist or a cunning manipulator. What you see is what you get, and you either like it or you don't.

Some people say I'm crazy… They might be right.

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Background

Occupation:

Rebel (seriously), Musician, Blacksmith

Living Immediate Family Members:

My mom and dad are still kicking

Current Companions:

A groupie named Rosamira (30 years). Pain in my scales but she's solid

Current Equipment: Ax-guitar, Muse Tank amplifier, black powder, toiletries, a skull he wears as a mask

History: Born in Roshmi. Raised in Roshmi. Dad was a smith, mom was an enchanter. Got my dad's solid breath and most of my mom's solid scales, which worked for me. Gold would just ruin the fucking vibe and I like being the personification of rebellion. Dad hated it but he could shut his snout and swallow his breath weapon for all I cared.

During my fifteenth year of living, I found my passion after watching a dwarven band shred during a family business trip to Ironhold. I know what you're thinking. Family. Business. Trip. For the most part, I couldn't stand them but it was during one where I found my passion. Then I started a band… Okay, I started several bands. Sure, they all failed one way or another. People either didn't know their place or couldn't live up to my talent. My dad thought otherwise, trying to stifle my flame by trying to make me his successor. I did a little bit here and there but it wasn't really my thing.

Oh yeah, the war happened. Roshmi got hit so hard and fast but the family business never skipped a beat. Went from making weapons and armor for Roshmi to making them for Malthemoor with twice the demand. My parents were happy but me, nah. I couldn't be a sellout like that. New laws, new restrictions, renaming kingdoms, and worst of all, my favorite band… dead. I packed up my shit and started anew. Changed my whole look, and I don't mean with one of those tacky disguise rings. My shit was done solid! Authentic. Thraash Ferno was born!

I started playing for amas as a one-man show and selling whatever weapons I could make in most places that would have me. Oh, and I made damn sure it wasn't for those bruise-skinned pointy-eared fucks. But the wrong people eventually caught on to my selectiveness of course and I got roughed up pretty bad. So do you know what I did? I stopped playing my music altogether.

I stopped playing my music because I was building a fucking destroyer! A ravager! A weaponized instrument of death! Sure, I thanked my dad for passing on his handiness but this creation was mine alone. An ax-guitar that I could use to take the fight back to the current system!

Then I built my Muse Tank, a special amplifier that would see my mom green with envy. I didn't need friends! I didn't need a band! I was the band! Ahahahahaha!

I ran with a few would-be rebels but like usual, I got grouped up with others that just couldn't make the cut. In other words, they died, got captured, or quit, leaving this dragonborn to pave his own path once more. It was just me but I was hitting small convoys and patrols of dark-elven militants like a basilisk out of hell!

Well, until some elf girl fucked things up for me. Got us captured because she wanted to take my claim on a patrol and wouldn't shut her fucking snout about it. I couldn't tell you how long our shouting match was but I was winning. Anyway, we broke out and brought hell to the camp we were being held in. Burned everything! We both liked setting things on fire and she had decent talent at taking dark elves off the board so… we linked up. Her name's “Mari” and even if she's just a groupie, she's been the only one that's kept up with me this long, so she's solid.

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Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Come on, look at me. I'm fucking dragonborn

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Physical strength
⋆ I'm good with my hands, whether it be a weapon or a musical instrument
⋆ Tough hide and it's fire retardant too!
⋆ Sex appeal
⋆ Strong lungs

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Can’t fit in many places
⋆ Big target
⋆ Decreases performance when there’s no music playing

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Ax-Guitar (literally). I've had it for over thirty years. Enough said. Black powder. A decorated amplifier he calls his “Muse Tank.” The Muse Tank can amplify his guitar while mysteriously playing the sounds of other instruments while he plays.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: I'm a brawler with no martial arts background. I leverage my size and strength to make up for it.

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Magical Abilities:

Species of Demi-Human

Dragonborn

Abilities from Beast Side:

Fire breath. Don't let the green scales fool you.

Thraash's Stats

Thraash's Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Durability: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

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Combat Stats

Battle Ax: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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Magic Stats

Fire Breath: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Avalia

The True Rebel

_{credit for image Lluis Abadias}

“Thraash Ferno” ⋆ 125 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihuman

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Appearance

Height:

7’1”

Build:

Lean muscular

Eye Color:

Yellow

Skin Tone:

Green

Distinguishing features:

Badass horns, septum piercing, three horn piercings, two brow piercings

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Music
⋆ Bringing it to the dark elves
⋆ Shiny things
⋆ Brazenness
⋆ Red meat
⋆ Being in charge
⋆ Making a grand entrance

Dislikes:

⋆ No stakes
⋆ Subservience
⋆ Being forced to keep things quiet
⋆ Low activity
⋆ Dark Elf supremacy

Fears:

⋆ Losing his ability to play music
⋆ Not dying in a worthwhile battle

Habits/Quirks:

⋆ Hums to himself while bopping his head when things get slow
⋆ Conforms to ideas he thinks are cool versus the pros and cons
⋆ Silently towers over others imposingly

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

People find me rough around the edges but they just need to deal with it or leave. I choose not to make new friends because most people can't hang. Ain't my problem. I'm just built like that and it works in my favor since I don't have enough limelight to share with anyone else. I'm the star, so naturally, I come first. Not only that but I'm not the type to trust anyone unless they're battle-tested first. After that, maybe you get the stamp of being considered solid. Wanna see what that looks like, just look at who I keep around.

Temperament? People say I'm a hothead. I've fought plenty of rounds at the Nest. Y'know, that cesspool of a bar in Roshmi. Love that place… I hate that place too. And waiting? I don't wait for shit to happen. I make shit happen with or without a plan. Simple as that. No hesitation.

I'm smarter than most make me out to be. Get it from my pops but it's more of a street-smart thing. I'm not some brainy scientist or a cunning manipulator. What you see is what you get, and you either like it or you don't.

Some people say I'm crazy… They might be right.

---

Background

Occupation:

Rebel (seriously), Musician, Blacksmith

Living Immediate Family Members:

My mom and dad are still kicking

Current Companions:

A groupie named Rosamira (30 years). Pain in my scales but she's solid

Current Equipment: Ax-guitar, Muse Tank amplifier, black powder, toiletries, a skull he wears as a mask

History: Born in Roshmi. Raised in Roshmi. Dad was a smith, mom was an enchanter. Got my dad's solid breath and most of my mom's solid scales, which worked for me. Gold would just ruin the fucking vibe and I like being the personification of rebellion. Dad hated it but he could shut his snout and swallow his breath weapon for all I cared.

During my fifteenth year of living, I found my passion after watching a dwarven band shred during a family business trip to Ironhold. I know what you're thinking. Family. Business. Trip. For the most part, I couldn't stand them but it was during one where I found my passion. Then I started a band… Okay, I started several bands. Sure, they all failed one way or another. People either didn't know their place or couldn't live up to my talent. My dad thought otherwise, trying to stifle my flame by trying to make me his successor. I did a little bit here and there but it wasn't really my thing.

Oh yeah, the war happened. Roshmi got hit so hard and fast but the family business never skipped a beat. Went from making weapons and armor for Roshmi to making them for Malthemoor with twice the demand. My parents were happy but me, nah. I couldn't be a sellout like that. New laws, new restrictions, renaming kingdoms, and worst of all, my favorite band… dead. I packed up my shit and started anew. Changed my whole look, and I don't mean with one of those tacky disguise rings. My shit was done solid! Authentic. Thraash Ferno was born!

I started playing for amas as a one-man show and selling whatever weapons I could make in most places that would have me. Oh, and I made damn sure it wasn't for those bruise-skinned pointy-eared fucks. But the wrong people eventually caught on to my selectiveness of course and I got roughed up pretty bad. So do you know what I did? I stopped playing my music altogether.

I stopped playing my music because I was building a fucking destroyer! A ravager! A weaponized instrument of death! Sure, I thanked my dad for passing on his handiness but this creation was mine alone. An ax-guitar that I could use to take the fight back to the current system!

Then I built my Muse Tank, a special amplifier that would see my mom green with envy. I didn't need friends! I didn't need a band! I was the band! Ahahahahaha!

I ran with a few would-be rebels but like usual, I got grouped up with others that just couldn't make the cut. In other words, they died, got captured, or quit, leaving this dragonborn to pave his own path once more. It was just me but I was hitting small convoys and patrols of dark-elven militants like a basilisk out of hell!

Well, until some elf girl fucked things up for me. Got us captured because she wanted to take my claim on a patrol and wouldn't shut her fucking snout about it. I couldn't tell you how long our shouting match was but I was winning. Anyway, we broke out and brought hell to the camp we were being held in. Burned everything! We both liked setting things on fire and she had decent talent at taking dark elves off the board so… we linked up. Her name's “Mari” and even if she's just a groupie, she's been the only one that's kept up with me this long, so she's solid.

---

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Come on, look at me. I'm fucking dragonborn

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Physical strength
⋆ I'm good with my hands, whether it be a weapon or a musical instrument
⋆ Tough hide and it's fire retardant too!
⋆ Sex appeal
⋆ Strong lungs

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Can’t fit in many places
⋆ Big target
⋆ Decreases performance when there’s no music playing

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Ax-Guitar (literally). I've had it for over thirty years. Enough said. Black powder. A decorated amplifier he calls his “Muse Tank.” The Muse Tank can amplify his guitar while mysteriously playing the sounds of other instruments while he plays.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: I'm a brawler with no martial arts background. I leverage my size and strength to make up for it.

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Magical Abilities:

Species of Demi-Human

Dragonborn

Abilities from Beast Side:

Fire breath. Don't let the green scales fool you.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Drake
Mention:

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A few minutes had passed, allowing the smiling couple to indulge in tea and sweet treats. Alexander had grabbed himself a cucumber sandwich served on a small plate.

“How do you like the tea?”

“We've had better, but otherwise, it's quite good. These biscuits, however, are delicious!”

“I was going to say the same!” Her enthusiasm matched her husband's before she raised her teacup to her lips. To be out and about with Alexander is all Lianna could ever ask for. To her pleasure, he commonly delivered without complaint or denial.

Even with most of his attention on his bride, Alexander never allowed his surroundings to fade into the background. His eyes caught Drake Edwards, son of the resident duke. The young man gave a courteous wave as he passed which was returned with a nod of acknowledgement from Alexander.

“Duke Edwards' son says hello from a distance.” Alexander informed his wife who wore a brief look of displeasure.

“Duke Edwards. The weird one?” She asked in a hushed voice. Alexander chuckled.

“Love, I think you're referring to Duke Vikena.” He couldn't wait to meet the disaster of a man just to get a bit of a laugh in.

“Ugh, that man is quite something but no. Isn't Edwards part of the-”

“He is.” Alexander rested his hand on hers to keep her from continuing. “Let's not discuss that in public, love.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @princess Charlotte, @Potter Olivia, @Lava Alckon Hafiz Jr.

Lorenzo couldn’t help but sigh. Though it sounded like a neutral exhale, Lorenzo was disappointed that no one volunteered to test the water for him. He refrained from mentioning it again as the two young women shared their exchange of wanting to play a game in the water later. He’d surely know if the water was acceptable by then. His sight being closed off to the world left him with the reprieve to imagine his homeland, making his experience at the beach all the more exquisite.

“Yes, just like home,” He almost purred with a satisfied smile on his face. To forget the previous days this morning was his objective but Sorian always found a way to slink him back to his current reality.

"Well well well, some among you here look rather familiar."

The now familiar foreign accent assaulted his ears. Assailed his peace. One of his eyes slightly opened to the voice so Lorenzo could identify its owner. For Lorenzo, it could be any one of the Alidasht men. Fariz. He thought confidently until the young royal introduced himself to Olivia. Farim, yes. Knowing it was Farim, Lorenzo could put himself at ease, but he couldn’t help but think the rest of his kin might invite themselves to his oasis amongst the sand.

“Greetings Farim, the gorgeous mistress’ name is Olivia, and she is a family friend of the Vikenas, particularly young Devan.” Lorenzo introduced her from what he was told by both Charlotte and Devan the previous day. “And I don’t see any issue with you joining us but please try not to block my sun. A nice tan is the most I ask for this day.” Lorenzo briefly peeked his one eye out once more, confirming Hafiz was alone. The sounds of screaming children filled the air with the duke assuming it was just the typical horseplay amongst the youth. His focus lay on the Alidasht noble who had arrived. “Are any more of you coming?” He tried not to let his feelings bleed into his words but the slight hint of concern still found its way into the inquiry.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Alexander Deacon

Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction:
Mention:

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“Almost there, my love.” Alexander whispered down to his wife as he carefully pushed her in her wheelchair across the bumpy cobblestone path to the Sorian castle gardens. His wife, Lianna’s face crested with a close-lipped smile as her nose picked up the potent yet delightful scent of her husband’s cologne. Alexander was dressed for the occasion, though he was also attempting to impress the others attending the event. The serenade of music put a smile on his face as he reached the guards and a master of ceremonies charged with allowing entry into the venue. “Greetings and good morning, gentlemen.” Alexander said as an abrupt hand was raised by the master of ceremonies. He had not recognized Alexander nor Lianna. A man like him with a wheelchair-bound wife would have been a couple he’d remember. Sure, they dressed the part but he wasn’t familiar with their nobility. Alexander stopped in his tracks, his face still brimming with a smile as took in the melody of the quartet several meters beyond him.

“Excuse me, sir. Lord Decklan, master of ceremonies. May I ask who you are? Where do you hail from? I apologize in advance but I do not quite recognize you.”

“Of course you don’t. Alexander Deacon and my beloved wife, Lianna Deacon. We hail from Montague. Javaria, to be more specific.” Alexander gave a slight nod. “I’m visiting the grand city of Sorian during the famous or what few call the infamous courting season.” He whispered the rumored bit, leaning toward the master. “But! Don’t be so wary of us. Our place is here… amongst the nobility.” Lianna couldn’t help but smile at how fast-talking Alexander could be when he wanted something that he typically didn’t rightly deserve. The master of ceremonies in a fluster averted his gaze for a split second before matching Alexander’s smile.

“I assure you, I am not wary. I just enjoy getting to know the faces of those that are unfamiliar to me. Your place is definitely amongst the nobility, Lord Deacon. Find a seat to you and your bride’s liking.”

“I thank you kindly. I am looking very forward to this event.” He gave another slight nod before moving forth with Lianna. As he entered, he could feel the eyes looking in his direction. Even if she couldn’t quite see it, Lianna knew she and her husband would draw the attention of many this morning. It was the point after all.

“I think he liked you.” Lianna teased as the two approached a large table in the shade second closest to the quartet.

“I made him like me.” He shrugged before locking the wheelchair in place beside the table. He started to pull a chair back when Lianna replied.

“Are we also expecting men this courting season? Sorian has indeed changed you.” She held back a chuckle, covering her mouth with the back with a closed fist. However, Alexander let his chuckle fly freely.

“You say that but I think you would prefer that over my usual preference.” Alexander proceeded to scoop up his wife from the wheelchair and place her in the chair he had pulled out. He then pushed the chair in as Lianna wore a smug expression on her face.

“I don’t care who you… spend time with. As long as your mine.”

“Always, my love” Alexander whispered before kissing her on the cheek. He then took his seat with eyes looking about the venue as he tried to find the most notable attendants at the tea party.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @princess Charlotte

If I am going to travel from home, what better way than to enjoy the sun's warmth? Lorenzo beamed as he lay comfortably against the massive forest-green blanket atop the loose beach sand. The sun’s rays were pleasant as the orb of heat had not yet reached the center of the sky. Usually, Lorenzo tried his best to stay away from large crowds but spending time at the beach was an exception. The music and crashing of the wave seemed to put him at peace, a rare occurrence for him when he was sober.

Today was stark from yesterday when Lorenzo spent most of his time indoors, keeping as much attention off him as possible. He and Charlotte hadn’t spoken about the events of the carriage and the invisible space they put between them was telling for those within their estate. On a positive note, Lorenzo was informed that the fugitives hiding in his home were gone. Instead, there was Olivia, a family friend that Devan brought along. Still, Lorenzo was still unhappy learning how many people had entered his home after asking Nathaniel and Delilah about the previous day. With things somewhat in order to, include the rooster that woke him around dawn with its obnoxious crowing, Lorenzo was content for the most part.

“Ahhhhh! What a wonderful day!” Lorenzo smiled with shut eyes as he took in the music and the sun wearing nothing but his vibrant red speedo. Edin’s new decree gave Lorenzo the chance to break out what would have previously been a controversial piece of attire. Though the smell of sweet treats tempted him, Lorenzo’s goal was to get a nice tan that would leave even the Alidasht with envy. “Could someone test the water for me? I don’t want to get in when it’s too cold.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Mr. Deacon

✦ Alexander ✦ 28 ✦ Male ✦

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Appearance

Height: 6 ft
Weight: 190 lbs
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Length/Texture: Short, straight
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: Fair
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc):
Quirks: Mostly keeps a neutral expression but he can't help but smile at someone or something he likes
Clothing Preferences: He dresses conservatively and is typically well-dressed even during mundane occasions

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Psychology

Likes:
✦ His wife means the world to him ❤️
✦ Painting
✦ Meeting new people
✦ Playful flirting
✦ When someone speaks or does what they are the most passionate about
✦ Innocence
✦ Admittance of weakness
Dislikes:
✦ Arrogance
✦ Poor hygiene
✦ Loud noises
✦ Feeling restricted

Sexuality: Hetero

Hobbies: People watching, painting, playing instruments (especially pianos), trysts, taking long strolls with his wife, socializing with all manner of people, reading books,

Life Goals/Dreams: To provide for his wife and eventually cure her ailments. He also seems to improve his life circumstances with his work ethic

Personality Summary: Alexander is a man who seeks the finer things in life, whether it be through connecting to influential people or attending events with the most esteemed. This, however, doesn't stop Alexander from speaking to those less fortunate or the meek. He's a lifelong learner, always intrigued by the new and the unknown. This can come from nearly anyone, and he knows this.

His ability to stand in a circle of those above him comes easily. Alexander holds himself high, while his charm melts away any hint of him being too prideful, even if he is. Alexander can be many things to a person, a friend, a lover, or even a rival. Whichever, it will soon become obvious that Alexander seeks reciprocation. His desire to connect to those around him, to receive the treasure they hold within.

Above all else, he loves his wife, Lianna, a fact that few could ever doubt. Despite his pension for desiring to share a passion with others, she has his heart. Forever? That is a question that rarely but vividly crosses his mind. But for now, she is his anchor, his rock that keeps him on this plane. He feels he owes her the world, despite their circumstances. So until they severed from each other, Alexander will tear down mountains and part the sea to keep the smile he loves so much on Lianna's precious face.

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Background

Current occupation: An artist and a forger

Skills: Patience, being a social chameleon, fencing, lying, sleight of hand, psychological analysis

History Summary: Alexander was born and raised in Caesonia though most can't pin down where. Sometimes he claims to have been born in the slums of Sorian, while other times he claims to be from a coastal village in Veirmont. Either way, Alexander wasn't born with the silver spoon of nobility. Instead, he simply had his charisma and curiosity. Two deadly weapons that allowed him to not only climb out of a world of poverty but to connect to those who had more power than he had himself. To connect to such allowed him the chance to borrow or in some cases, assume this power. Alexander performed this beautifully. He looked out for the little people he could empathize with while playing the larger game with those with influence.

It wasn't surprising when Lianna took notice of the man who appeared as if he could converse with the gods on a level playing field while being the humblest being they had ever met. She was a broker for a trading company and had placed herself in the gray of society. She made deals that teetered between legal and illegal, allowing the business to flourish. In a way she and Alexander were similar. He climbed up high, illuminating brighter as he did, while she climbed, cloaking her misdeeds in darkness. And just as bright light conjured dancing shadows, Lianna approached the bachelor, asking for a dance.

All it took was for the two to speak. To dance… In their words and their actions that night, they found love.

But finding love comes with its challenges. Only a few years after their wedding did both illness and ailment strike. Though Lianna was able to help Alexander, the latter was unable to return the favor. A fate that seemed worse than death befell Lianna, robbing her of both sight and the ability to walk on her own. Alexander could paint every king, queen, and city but still, he wouldn't make enough to support his beloved. All his connections became fickle with his dilemma with his only choice being that of his disabled wife's trade. The light willingly turned to shadows when it dimmed, and Alexander as always, excelled. He worked with not one company but many, becoming a master at his craft. To imitate. To use his own power to influence the goings of Eromora.

Still, he struggled. Attempting to remain who he was but failure gets even the best of people. Failure to keep the light shining. Failure to be the person people expected him to be. It was not because he gave up or was consumed by the dark. Alexander had completely welcomed it. He'd pull down the heavens to protect Lianna. He'd conspire with devils and demons. He'd ruin the lives of the good and just. Make prey of the weak. All for Lianna, for she was the only one who kept him grounded. Tethered.

And so promised her he would continue his climb by any means

Alexander eventually found himself working for a new company. One that valued his expertise. The Black Rose Trading Company.

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Her

Lianna Deacon is 36 years old and was stricken with blindness and paralysis from the waist down during the prime of her years while married to the love of her life. Though Alexander would give her the world, Lianna outmatches him. She'd give up anything to see her husband happy and still considers him the great man she had met when they had joined hands in dance for the first time. Despite her physical disposition, she has cunning mind and does not seem to let her lack of bother her. There are some things she is happy with not seeing. Alexander's intimate relations with other women being one such thing. Though she's accepted it, she wishes she could be enough for him and is not immune to jealousy.

Despite being blind and paralyzed, Lianna has a strong fortitude with Alexander only having seen her cry twice. She is not as sociable as her husband but doesn't mind having an intellectual discussion on subjects such as politics, history, current events, and even magic. Without her sight, she has become quite exceptional at listening. Even a faint whisper may carry to her ears. That and the fact that others have the habit of not seeing her as a threat to their secrets. If only they knew what she was truly like. Who she truly was.

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Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: “I'd say both. My parents were incredible but society… it was cold. Unforgiving.”
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: “The people. You can't find happiness alone.”

What were you like in your teenage years?: “Hahaha! I was… just beginning to see myself. Finding out my place in this vast world.”

How close are you to your parents?: “We don't speak as often but the love remains.”

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: “...... Lianna.”

What advice would you give your younger self?: “Love and trust are not the same thing.”

Were you an obedient child or defiant?: I was good. Sure, I got into trouble on occasion but I did right by my parents, even if they didn't always agree with my decisions.”
What is your biggest regret?: Not being able to help Lianna. There's nothing else more that I wish I had.”

Romance

Have you ever been in love?: “Of course. Many of times. It's an incredible feeling.”

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: I believe the gods have already blessed with her.”

How do you display affection? What is your love language?: “To listen to that what other love is… It's interesting. I very much enjoy it.”

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: “Yes and it was… maybe I shouldn't tell this tale. It was indeed incredible.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: “I do because I've seen it.”

What does marriage mean to you?: “It means to put your all into someone who will put their all into you. It is the purest connection to another and something no one should take for granted.”

Are you currently crushing on anyone?: “There is someone but I want to keep it a secret.”

Do you ever consider having children in the future?: “Perhaps.”

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning: “Taking a stroll through Sorian Park with Lianna by my side. For her to experience the world the best she can makes me happy.”

What kind of person do you aspire to be?: “Hmm…”

What bad habits do you have?: “I try to speak to everyone.”

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: “I would save her.”

What is your greatest fear?: “I have nothing to fear.”

What are your pet peeves?: “I'm not fond of people not taking care of themselves. Physically and socially.”

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: “With others, of course.”
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: “Both.”

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Southwest of Roshmi
Interaction:Brigitte @Tae, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, and Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Vaeril @Bearlof
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff!, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 560 Amas.

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Mister Luum was quite ready to carefully study Zeva’s demeanor the moment she answered his question but the young elf was much too fast! He nearly gasped as she seized his hand in hers. In an instant, Mister Luum found himself not only captured but stunned by her straightforwardness. He found her mention of it ‘being nice to meet him’ combined with the vigorous shaking of his hand as a subtle threat. It was like she was telling him he was helpless in her grasp. And then, she thanked him for helping her? No, this cannot be. This is… This is madness. Mister Luum’s eyes widened as he was almost in shock by how well she was obscuring her intentions from the others. He was thinking of his next move the moment she released his hand but then she hit him with her slightly extensive backstory. All the way back to her birth?! No! Mister Luum kept up his smile, finding it difficult in the presence of… his foe. Luckily, she got to the point fairly quickly. He was not prepared to dissect an entire autobiography. Then she thanked him yet again, nearly causing him to sneer before hearing Brigitte say she was finished harvesting the owlbear that appeared to have swallowed a few useful items.

“Perfect!” Mister Luum replied with a smile to Brigitte while also giving her two soft pats on the head. When Zeva asked what they were doing there. Her first direct question. One of the traditional first direct questions a militant interrogator would ask. What is your mission? Mister Luum was quite ready to address her when-

"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Bardulf’s shout caused the middle-aged elf to whip his head around to him, only to witness a bolt of lightning striking too close for comfort. Bardulf could have very well ended the journey of anyone if the summoned magic made contact with them. As bad as it looked, it did not end there. Bardulf lept forward at breakneck speed while electricity surged across his body. You’re kidding me, right? From the sky? He summoned a lightning bolt from the sky… AND DID NOT USE THAT AGAINST THE OWLBEAR?!?! Mister Luum calmly shut his eyes and took a breath to maintain his usual warm expression but his eyes caught Zeva’s, causing his smile to drop. Now a more neutral expression set upon his face as he absorbed the reality of what had to be done.

While Rue and Bardulf shared an intimate moment of apology and comfort, Mister Luum crossed his arms over his chest and looked toward the now overcast sky. He managed a soft chuckle. You weren’t kidding, Vaeril, you enigma of an elf. They really are quite powerful.

“You will not speak about this to anyone.” Rue’s voice called Mister Luum’s attention before he let out a burst of haughty laughter.

“Voiced threats useless. You should know better than anyone what’s required to keep a secret from being told by another.” Mister Lumm bounced his eyebrows up and down, being both subtle and direct with what his words meant. “But as a group, we are quite bad at killing, so I have a better idea! Zeva…” He returned his excited gaze to the young woman he found to be far too suspicious to simply let go. “How would you like to accompany me and my not-so-merry band of-” He took a moment to look at everyone to find the right word for their group. “Pals? Yes, band of pals! Forget Aegnor Stonel and help us save Avalia. It’s not like Aegnor has a school named after him because he was a prestigious student. Give reason to those new top-of-the-line daggers you’re itching to purchase. Forget about chasing the adventure. The greatest one yet has found you! So what do you say?” Mister Luum gave her a nod, selling Zeva promises of everything she yearned for.

Thank Solaris that her backstory wasn’t too long to commit to memory.