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The World of Lasgoul

Okay, sorry guys, I'm behind the 8 ball a little.

I'll send over a PM at some point tomorrow when I get it straightened out. (somehow didn't think to PM something over to you earlier) I'll try not to get too far behind.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

@Shoryu Magami

As we discussed before, my character will head directly to the estate at around lunch time (13:00) by hiring a cab or an escort herself. I already have the post mapped out, I'm still just waiting for time to catch up before I post it.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Yup! So @Zverda pretty much summed it up! =D Fiona wants Lorenzo to be in that position permanently but know's that Nalia will be coming around eventually for her seat back.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@Polybius Hmm.. We haven't worked that out yet. I'm glad you brought it up though. @Big Dread thoughts?

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Saida Keyran

Saida Keyran

Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:

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Saida is tall, standing at 5' 11" or 171cm. Her elegant platinum blonde hair is long but well kept. Her eyes are a deep dark blue. Around her neck is a silver pendent of the sun in representation of Deum Lucis

Age: 30

Weapon: Saida, although untraditional of elves, carries a long sword as her primary weapon. She also carries 2 daggers on her left hip. These weapons were hand crafted by the elves of brightwood.

Armor: Saida's armour is very minimal only covering a portion of her skin. She prefers to keep her armour light so it doesn't restrict her movements

Alignment: Lawful Good

Religion: Worships Deum Lucis

Magical Ability: Scholar Arcane Mage, Major in Restoration and minors in Illusion and Mysticism

Other skills: Saida has excellent athleticism

History:
Saida was born to one of the few healers in her area of the Brightwoods. She grew up an apprentice to her father and learned in his study of magic. She was a quick learn and soon dabbled in her two minor magical abilities as well. The worship of Deum Lucis was a large part of her upbringing, Deum Lucis was the reason she studied to be a healer and then to learn illusion magic and mysticism.

As a young girl, alongside the study of magic, she would play with the elven boys as they trained in swordplay. Though she had no interest in learning any sort of battle magic, she did have a fascination with swords and the up close personal attacks of daggers. She thought, if she learned the art of these two weapons she could better understand how to heal wounds inflicted by such weapons. Thus began her training.

Personality and Traits: Saida is often soft spoken and observant until she feels she has absorbed enough to be able to speak on the matters being discussed.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@Lauder I agree! It seems we are getting quite the cast together!

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Fiona Delorano

Fiona Delorano

Age: 42

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:

Fiona

Fiona has dark, black hair and light blue eyes. She stands at about 5'8" or 170cm and is built thin while still healthy. She carries the strong features known of the Delorano family with her higher cheek bones and soft skin known among it's women. She is often dressed in rich and fashionable attire as she is often looked to for her elegance.

Personality: Fiona is cunning and smart with a outwardly kind and gentle demeanor. She has a very regal aura about her as it transcends from the way she walks, sits, eats, speaks and dresses.

Biography: Fiona is the only living sibling of Leon. She was married at puberty to Richard Gatterro of House Gatterro, the older brother of it's current leader Olivia Gatterro. This marriage, while arranged was planned in hope of improving the bond between the two families. While she was only 14 at the time she learned quickly what was expected of her and worked to build the balance between the families. At 17, after two miscarriages, Fiona gave birth to a son named Lorenzo who quickly became the bridge between the two houses. After a few years, Richard passed away from plague leaving Fiona and a young Lorenzo to move in with Leon once again.

Throughout the time spent at House Gatterro, Fiona was met with hostility for baring the name and features of the rival house. Through her time there she learned of many of the deep rifts between the families and also gained some allies among the younger and more distant relatives of the main house. After moving back to her family home and returning to her family name, the family was again, hostile towards her for her time spent with the Gatterro family. With this anger she grew, learned and developed into the strong and cunning woman she is today.

Position In House Delorano: Sister of Leon and Aunt to all his children.

Equipment: Fiona is most often seen wearing a red dress with a pendent carrying the crest of the Delorano family, given to her by her mother. She carries under the cloak of her dress a small dagger of which only her son knows of.

Skills: Human +1 to chosen field (Grace)

Gifted: Grace and Reputation

Above Average: Acumen and Skulduggery

Deficient: Brawling and Soldiery

[Closed] Asbasta [Closed]

Vladimír Zahrádka

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The echoes of block C-4 bounced off the concrete, brick walls of Vladimirs cell on the night of November 8th, 2094. In the deep reaches of the block a man could be heard whimpering cries of, "I didn't do it." repeated over again in an endless rhythm of meditation, accompanied by the sound of his steps shuffling in circles around his cell. Over and over again as if reciting an maddening poem of self-denial. Some cells closer in a man was smacking something against the wall, something soft like a pillow while whimpering under his breath in unintelligible gibberish. Across from that man sat an older gentleman who had spent many years in the prison and was watching the man with the pillow cooing and muttering words of interest towards him such as, "Man, I can't wait until I get you alone in the shower." and "Keep flexing those muscles like that for me, Baby." The movements bouncing under the seems of his jumpsuit left no room for imagination as to what the man was doing with the hand tucked away beneath his provided garb. This was Vladimir's nightly chorus, accompanied by the many thoughts coursing through his head. Thoughts of regrets, of hope and of inventions.

Sweat dropped down the cresses of his cheeks as he released his energy doing push-ups against his cell floor. This nightly workout was Vladimirs routine, he had developed it over the course of the 6 months he had already spent within the prison. His arms, chest, abs and legs stayed strong beneath the stretches of fabric that marked him as a prisoner. Release the energy so the maddening thoughts of the death of his brother don't resurface and keep him up most of the night.

Vladimir's cell parter was named Poval, he was also a Czech and was sent to prison for the rape of an adolescent. Poval approached Vladimir on his first night within the prison for some friendly welcoming and was greeted in return the a broken nose, a spit in the face and a sharp knee in the balls. Poval never bothered Vladimir again, they never spoke to one another, never discussed things, never looked at each other and never acknowledged the others presence unless absolutely necessary.

The lights of the cell block flickered as they often did when new prisoners were arriving. Vladimir stood up with an exhale and laid in his bed, one tattooed arm laying across his glistening forehead as he imagined what kind of new comers they were receiving, what had they done, why were they there, what caused them to delve down the path they did. He closed his eyes for an instance in his thoughts watching the final flickers of the light through his eyes lids. The sounds of a cell block door opening quickly caused his eyes to beam open. It wasn't his cell door it was one deeper down the line.

The man walking in circles stopped muttering for a moment the sounds of his shuffles scrambling as if he was in a scuffle, the sudden yell of "I didn't do it!" quickly bounced it's way into Vladimirs cell along with the blood curdling wail of the man screaming in pain. "I didn't do it!" he screamed again, pained. "Shut the fuck up you filth!" came the familiar voice of the cell block guard, accompanied by the sound something hard hitting flesh and another scream from the prisoner. The door slammed shut again with laughter echoing from the lips of the cell guard in unison with the sobs of the man he had just assaulted.

Vladimir shook his head in disgust, his arm now covering his brown eyes as the lights with a loud thud, shut off leaving only the dim emergency lights high up on the ceiling on otherwise leaving them in pitch darkness. His eyes closed, the name 'Zdeněk' echoing in the far reaching corners of his mind as he fell asleep.

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Fiona Delorano

Fiona Delorano

Age: 42

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:

Fiona

Fiona has dark, black hair and light blue eyes. She stands at about 5'8" or 170cm and is built thin while still healthy. She carries the strong features known of the Delorano family with her higher cheek bones and soft skin known among it's women. She is often dressed in rich and fashionable attire as she is often looked to for her elegance.

Personality: Fiona is cunning and smart with a outwardly kind and gentle demeanor. She has a very regal aura about her as it transcends from the way she walks, sits, eats, speaks and dresses.

Biography: Fiona is the only living sibling of Leon. She was married at puberty to Richard Gatterro of House Gatterro, the older brother of it's current leader Olivia Gatterro. This marriage, while arranged was planned in hope of improving the bond between the two families. While she was only 14 at the time she learned quickly what was expected of her and worked to build the balance between the families. At 17, after two miscarriages, Fiona gave birth to a son named Lorenzo who quickly became the bridge between the two houses. After a few years, Richard passed away from plague leaving Fiona and a young Lorenzo to move in with Leon once again.

Throughout the time spent at House Gatterro, Fiona was met with hostility for baring the name and features of the rival house. Through her time there she learned of many of the deep rifts between the families and also gained some allies among the younger and more distant relatives of the main house. After moving back to her family home and returning to her family name, the family was again, hostile towards her for her time spent with the Gatterro family. With this anger she grew, learned and developed into the strong and cunning woman she is today.

Position In House Delorano: Sister of Leon and Aunt to all his children.

Equipment: Fiona is most often seen wearing a red dress with a pendent carrying the crest of the Delorano family, given to her by her mother. She carries under the cloak of her dress a small dagger of which only her son knows of.

Skills: Human +1 to chosen field (Grace)

Gifted: Grace and Reputation

Above Average: Acumen

Deficient: Brawling and Soldiery

Unlisted: Skulduggery

Lorenzo Delorano

Lorenzo Delorano

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Lorenzo

Lorenzo is tall, standing about 6'2" or 188cm. His face and features are mix between the houses of Gatterro and Delorano. When he is not dressed in the armour gifted to him by house Gatterro he is dressed in Noblemen’s garb which is usually laced with deep blues and greens to compliment the color in his blue eyes. His armour is new and clean as he has been shielded from fighting in any true life threatening situations. He walks strong with an air of superiority, his chin up and a suave smile perched on his lips.

Personality: Lorenzo is flirtatious and smooth. He has an obnoxious charm about him that is partnered with an overwhelming confidence in what he does and who he is. Due to his upbringing his superiority complex can be taxing on anyone in his general vicinity. All in all he's a flirt who thinks he is the best thing brought to the world since sliced bread.

Biography: Lorenzo was born within the walls of house Gatterro to Fiona Delorano and Richard Gatterro. His adolecent years were spent learning of both family histories as well as an in depth training in the art of swordplay. His hours spent without study were spent in organized duelling. From a very young age he was raised to believe that he was the most important person between the two families being the first born son in both houses and also being the bridge that binds the houses together.

In his early teenage years he spent his free time courting the servants until one learned of a pregnancy. He never admitted to being the father and slandered her for being a slut. The baby was stillborn with no knowledge as to what caused this to happen, only himself, his mother and the servant knew the truth behind her baby.

It was shortly after this that his father Richard passed on from plague leading to Lorenzo and his mother Fiona to move back into house Delorano. At this house, Lorenzo learned more in depth the history of the family and grew some relationships with his cousins.

Throughout his life Lorenzo received both admiration and hostility for carrying the blood of both families.

Position In House Delorano: Son of Fiona, Cousin to the children of Leon

Equipment: Custom made armour, forged for him on behalf of his father made in Gatterro and barring the crests of house Gatterro and house Delorano. He also carries an artfully crafted sword, the house crests marked on either side of the hilt named Arabella after the still born baby he lost. Though he is the only one who knows the reasoning behind the name chosen for his weapon of choice.

Skills: Human +1 to chosen field (Duelling)

Gifted: Duelling and Reputation

Above Average: Athleticism, Skulduggery and Brawling

Deficient: Gunner and Archery

Unlisted: Soldiery, Grace and Acumen

[Closed] Asbasta [Closed]

Vladimír Zahrádka

Vladimír Zahrádka

Also Known As: Vladi
Birthdate: January 8th, 2060
Place of Origin: Czech Republic
Ethnicity: Czech
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Height: 6' 2"/ 188cm
Weight: 180 lbs/82kg
Appearance:

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District: Invention district
Why are they in Prison? Blamed for the death of his brother Zdeněk
Family: All family is now deceased, most recently his younger brother Zdeněk

Personality: Vladimir can be classified as the quiet aggressive type. He isn't afraid to go against the grain of what is expected of him to get his message across. He barely speaks but often mumbles unintelligibly, almost like a grunt accompanied by a nod or shake in response to anything asked of him. A look in his eyes will show you his compassion and aggression, should you get close enough to see them.

History:

Vladimir and Zdeněk grew up in the slums of the Mechanical district. Zdeněk his brother, was 6 years younger then himself and was also the more talkative of the two. His parents dealt in illegal drug trade as the two boys wondered the slums, picking fights, damaging public property and defacing public service announcement posters. In the dark hours of the night Vladimir would use scraps from around the district to create new inventions. He, of course, kept this to himself as he didn't want his things getting stolen and also did not want to backlash of his comrades for dabbling in something that advance. Zdeněk of course, knew of this habit and addiction and encouraged his brother to join the Inventors district as an apprentice.

After much discussion and convincing, Vladimir finally started his apprenticeship on the day of his 18th birthday. Zdeněk had to stay behind in the mechanical district until he was of age. Though this troubled Vladimir, he studied diligently and intensely, craving every ounce of knowledge he could gain from his master of trade. For most of his apprenticeship he didn't have a partner or no co-apprentice, Vladimir did not mind this as he rather enjoyed learning at his pace without the hindrance or annoyance of a 'low minded individual' asking questions where if they had thought for only a moment longer they would have discovered the answers to.

Zdeněk turned 18 during Vladimirs training but chose not to move into the industrial district with his brother and instead helped his parents in the drug trade, now unguided by his brother and using the drugs he was meant to trade. Vladimir, having no knowledge of this continued and finished his apprenticeship at the age of 26, developing his own style and industry. At this time he left briefly as the death of his parents through gang violence caused him to step aside momentarily.

Upon arriving back in the mechanical district, Vladimir discovered the sorry state of his brother, drugged up, tattooed and beaten down, robbed of everything he owned. Instantly, Vladimir assisted Zdeněk by taking him to his apartment in the inventors district where, as he worked, he nursed his brother to sobriety. This took over a year as Zdeněk had gone down tremendously since his brothers departure, Vladimir took on no apprentices during this time. Once his brother was of health, he immediately became Vladimirs first and only apprentice. Vladimir was now 27, Zdeněk, 21.

The two brothers worked hard and well together as with Vladimirs lack of verbal communication and Zdeněk's increased ability to communicate well they understood each other. Together they invented a small helping robot for themselves of which they named Lucas (luk-ush).

Lucas

This little robot became increasingly helpful in the working of smaller areas or in inventions that required something small to get into and adjust little parts.

A year before the end of Zdeněk's apprenticeship (today's date), Vladimir discovered that his brother had begun using again. This disappointment sent a shiver of mistrust through him, electrocuting his anger. When he confronted his brother about it, Zdeněk simply said it helped him work and made him feel better. This argument happened while Vladimir was working at the top of a large piece of machinery and Zdeněk on the bottom. Their argument echoed around the walls of their workplace. Granted there weren't very many others around and they were speaking in foreign tongue so their words could not be understood, it was still a disturbance. Vladimir was furious with his brother, demanding he stop or he would discontinue his apprenticeship. Zdeněk refused to let it go, the drugs having already taken a hold of him once again. In his fury, Vladimir cut the wrong wire, sending the large mechanical object crashing down on top of Zdeněk. His brother screamed in pain as the metal pieces pierced his skin sending drips of blood down the sides of the walkway he had fallen before.

Vladimir screamed apologies and anguish at the light in Zdeněk's eyes fading slowly. In a small whisper Zdeněk's croaked under a pained and broken voice, "I'm sorry brother, I love you." and passed on. Vladimir remembers little after this, the darkness that consumed him after his brothers death and during his trial leaves and emptiness in the memories that shouldn't have been forgotten.

Sample RP: Please see history! If you need more, see my post here

Password: Cheesecake! Yum!

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