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Nicholaus Lemaître


| {Full Name} |
Nicholaus Lemaître

| {Age} |
43

| {Species} |
Human

| {Gender} |
Non-binary

| {Class/subclass} |
Knight-Enchanter Mage



| {Appearance} |
Standing 6' 2" tall, Nicholaus stands alongside others rather with a sense of pride from being an olive-skinned Orlesian. His long, wavy, dark brown hair is complicatedly styled, often in different hairstyles depending on the occasion. While his impressively long, trimmed mustache isn't too touched upon with wax and other products. And often wearing battlemage armor formally from the Orlesian Army, modified to appear similar to armor worn by Inquisition forces. Out of combat, Nicholaus wears casual clothing made originally by manufacturers from Val Royeaux, either brought or gifted to him.

Nicholaus has trimmed eyebrows and dark brown wide eyes with measured, wearing round glasses for reading. His pointed chin, long face, and full lips are defining features in addition to his wide hips. His short torso lacks any chest muscle tone while maintaining his weight to a certain degree.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |
Enchanter Staff
Battlemage Armor

| {Skills} |
Advisor of the Magi - Having been nothing more than a plain old advisor to those illiterate in magic, Nicholaus flourished throughout the years learning much about the practices.

Survivor of The Game - Growing up amongst the nobility of Orlais, it's almost expected that one has a deep understanding and appreciation of The Grand Game. Nicholaus often found himself in the middle of such challenges quite often.

Knowledge Curator - Given there wasn't much a mage could do while stuck in a tower, Nicholaus took to reading history scrolls and books to relieve the boredom.

| {Talents} |
Spear Handling - Despite being a mage, a Knight-Enchanter was expected to engage in melee combat. Nicholaus chose to treat his stave like a spear, unlike a sword, to maintain as much distance as possible.

Nomad - Given his job required constant travel, Nicholaus quickly adjusted to temporary living, always ready to move to different locations without much difficulty.

| {Spells} |
Winter's Grasp
Spirit Blade
Combat Clarity
Fade Shield

| {Home/Family} |
Montsimmard Circle Tower, Orlais.

| {Flaws and limits} |
Calculated Bastard - In order for one to survive the Game, Nicholaus had to be one step ahead of his enemies. That meant doing whatever it took even if it brought forth death to those that crossed him. And even after leaving that life behind him, old habits were still around and often reared its ugly head regardless of the circumstances.

Aging Body - Nicholaus was not getting any younger, and it was beginning to show when his eyes started to get weaker. So far though, he was in decent enough condition to continue fighting for the Wardens.



| {Personality} |
Being from the countryside originally was something engraved into Nicholaus, even as he was sent away to the tower at the unusual age of five. His intense desire for a family was quickly used against him in The Game, where compassion could easily be discarded without remorse. It was something that was quite difficult to let go especially when he got more familiar with the dance. But it could never be crushed. His mask was a deliberate one, in which his clients assumed him to be a calculated, distant mage. Someone who wanted to break free of his confines in the tower and be amongst the nobility. And even though his freedom came with his work, taking off the mask in front of anyone was impossible.

And he paid accordingly when he did let the mask down ever so slightly. Nicholaus relied on his training as a Knight-Enchanter to push through the mental pains alongside his work as an advisor. Combat also provided thrills and the adrenaline rush to his otherwise dull life, though he did not enjoy taking away life from any life form. His mask was now a tightly held safeguard designed to never be let down even at the slightest inconvenience in front of him. But with his time in the Inquisition and the Grey Warden, the mask began to show cracks (age also played a major factor). Nicholaus was facing a dilemma that couldn't be solved with clever tactics or a simple spell trick, and that left him baffled for the first time in decades.

| {Background} |
For much of their early adulthood, Nicholaus Lemaître served as a traveling arcane advisor to noble families across Orlais. They often remained beside their patrons for a few weeks to months, depending on the severity of the commission. But given the usefulness of a knight-enchanter, they mainly dealt with protective roles or the occasional wildlife hunter. It was well-paid and respectable enough to keep the Orlesian Chantry and its Circle of Magi off of their back. That was until the War of the Lions brought forth chaos to the homeland, forcing Nicholaus to get involved.

The Knight-Enchanter was cautious to not align with the crown nor the rebels, an attempt to play both sides of the conflict. It was at this point in Nicholaus' life that the Game was truly dangerous. Lies and deceit were common tactical decisions made to protect their bottom line, which was an occurrent feat to achieve on a daily basis. And after a year of keeping up with the charade grew ever tired of the civil war and the inconvenience it brought forth to the lands. So when news came of the Inquisition and their efforts to secure a truce, it was an opportunity of a lifetime for Nicholaus, a talented mage capable, to offer their services to the cause.

The Breach was more of a threat to the whole world than the Orlesian noble ever could have realized. Nicholaus was part of the platoon that attacked Corypheus and his forces of Red Templars. Not long after it was sealed, and with the world seemingly saved, Orlais soon descended into a new kind of war from the shadows where The Game was ever so essential to one's survival. In the hopes of finding a new sense of normalcy, Nicholaus chose to remain in the Inquisition until it was publicly disbanded by the Exalted Council. So, with no desire to resume their previous occupation, they sought out purpose in the Grey Wardens alongside their fellow comrades.

Nicholaus survived the Joining and quickly adapted to life, having been transferred over to Wheisshaupt to assist the mage teachers with their lessons.
Still here. Just started school, so been dealing with that.
I've been busy, too, but I'm working on my post bit by bit.
I lowkey kinda (really) wanna do a teenage mutant ninja turtles sheet a superman sheet if seconds are allowed.


WALLER
Washington D.C.
FIRST DAY


A harsh winter was still descending upon the nation's capital with seemingly no end in sight. Although there hasn't been a blizzard, snow still persisted throughout the holiday week. But today, of all days, there were clear skies and relatively warm temperatures. Amanda Waller chuckled to herself before heading to her sedan. Mother Nature was such a cruel tease somethings. At least the traffic on the sixty-six wasn't too congested til she reached Roosevelt Bridge. There, she saw the Triskelion looming over it. The headquarters building of S.H.I.E.L.D. emanated the New Formalism style akin to the Kennedy Center close by. But to your average tourist, it was quite daunting with its three twenty-two-story office buildings.

A security guard approached the car and asked for the common access card, which she handed over willingly with a soft smile. It was a quick scan before the guard handed the card back and allowed her to pass.

And when she started to drive away from the checkpoint, that smile faded instantaneously.

Amanda was badly burnt. Being here at the Triskelion made that obvious. Everything she did—no, sacrificed—to find a purpose in this world was all meaningless now. She found herself trapped in a glorified desk job until she retired in her early sixties. It was quite literally her personal hell. One she earned. Amanda got too intrusive, too ambitious and was severely punished as a result. Just like poor Icarus. Icarus was emboldened by his wings and soared into the air, ignoring his father's warning. Then his wings were burnt by the sun, and he plunged into the sea. Now, both he and Amanda were drowning due to their own arrogance; but unlike him, she was going to fight like hell to swim up towards the surface.

So, Amanda begrudgingly got out of her car and made her way towards her new job, calculating a new path forward.

The atrium was quite vast with some folks heading over to their destination while others were taking a short break over at the food court. Amanda just made her way to the reception desk, where receptionists were either on the phone or speaking with someone else. Of course, she waited for her turn to talk to an assistant. It was only a minute before someone approached to help. But then, they were interrupted by a slightly younger woman wearing a black trenchcoat with Ray-Ban sunglasses walking up to the receptionist. There were streaks of grey in her jet-black hair, and yet it didn't look like it was dyed in the slightest. It was all natural. The stranger spoke up in an authoritative manner to the worker, "Has she arrived yet?"

"She's standing next to you, agent."

"Oh." "You must be Ms. Waller, correct?"

Amanda nodded. "That's right."



T H E R O O K
T H E R O O K

"Peace's our ultimate goal, but I'm afraid today will be quite violent"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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| Amanda Belle Waller |
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| S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent | S.H.I.E.L.D. |
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| Earth-668 // Prime | Open |

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
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P O S T C A T A L O G
P O S T C A T A L O G
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W H A T I F...?
W H A T I F...?
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...Amanda Waller had to get her hands dirty?

Cruel. Cunning. Committed. These words are often used to describe the woman who rose from the poverty-stricken projects within Chicago to being one of the most powerful figures in the United States. Whether she's a government agent or director of some secretive organization, Amanda Waller earned that position in a world filled with superheroes and villains. But what if that still wasn't enough, and the odds were stacked against her?

In this world, Amanda Waller uncovered files of a long-forgotten agency and asked to revive it under her directive. But instead of approval, an adversary within the government used it as an opportunity to clip her wings via "voluntary" demotion. Her demotion involved transfer over to SHIELD, essentially confined to a desk job til death. But this wasn't going to be a bittersweet ending for her. Not with that determination burning ever so strong.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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With season one being focused on Secret Invasion, it's the perfect time to introduce my interpretation of Amanda Waller. Her story will be a political drama and thriller as she tries to adjust to her new environment. Of course, it means a change of occupation to being a SHIELD agent instead of being a government official. While the main focus would be on the overall plotline, I am more than open to collaborations with others should the opportunity arise.

Overall, Amanda Waller is still a force to reckon with, and one shouldn't underestimate her at all.

Skrulls and the White Martians better watch out for the rook if they wish to play chess with humanity.


THE NEW ZEALAND BEACH
VULTURE SQUAD // SHRIKE


WIP


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