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Divided We Stand

Kinda busy at the moment guys so just move on and I'll have Emilia wake up soon enough! C:

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Ulfar Lear

Name:
Ulfar ("The Bear") Lear

Age:
Forty two summers and too many winters

Titles:
Lord of Penkarth, Warden of the North

Origin:
Penkarth

Allegiance:
House Lear

Family:

family

• Darion Lear - Father
• Illysa Lear - Mother
• Taron Lear - Younger Brother
• Ildar Lear - Youngest Brother
• Emmaline Lear - Wife
• Isla Lear - Daughter
• Sigurd Lear - Son
• Joane Lear - Daughter

Appearance:
Ulfar is the North personified. Scraggy beard that never seems contempt, dark hair that is equally uncontrollable and eyes so blue they mirror the sky, and you have a bear of a man that can seem terrifying when you first meet him. The eyepatch really doesn't help the situation but he's mostly placid with a stupid grin plastered to his face the most of the time.

Personality:
Stupid grins do little to hide the fact that Ulfar is unimaginably strong. He leads his people by example and that example is sheer strength and pure honour. He could kill a man very easily with his bare hands and even easier with an axe or a sword but that side of him is rarely, if ever, uncovered. Ulfar believes honour begins in the home and he holds that value high - the only people that ever take precedent over his people are his family. His love is a somewhat dumb one, as is most things that he does. Even in his older age, he would still blindly trip over himself after his wife and his adoration for his children is abundantly clear. He listens to the needs of the smallfolk and carries out the King's Justice when he needs to but the majority of the ruling is left to his wife, who seems to actually have the patience to do so. The rest of his time is spent with his children or in a meadhall somewhere.

He seems like a bright man but the eyepatch and the scars bear a cruel testament to the times when he wasn't so nice. Uprising and rebellion happens rarely in the North but when it does, he has always been there to beat it to a bloody pulp. Honour and loyalty is everything to him and if he can't hold those two virtues up, his life is meaningless.

Background:
Life in the North is never easy. While Southern Lords wallow in humidity, keeping warm is a daily struggle in the North. That struggle was somewhat alleviated by the fact that Ulfar was born a Lear. He had an education, warm meals and the resources to make himself into something. Not only that but he was the firstborn, the heir to Penkarth. His father was one of the finest leaders the North had ever witnessed. He would move mountains to provide for his people and even the weak had a place in his society. He was a hard man though, and he taught his heir with an iron fist. "Honour is everything," He told him, "For when the long winter sets in, it's what keeps us standing." As per traditions of the North, his father carried out the King's Justice. To look a man in the eye before you take his head; that was strength.

The Bear was never very studious, however. He much preferred learning to fight and occassionally getting lost in a brothel (occassionally) instead of learning how to finance the North or eat with some grace. Advisors would do that for him, he reasoned, but advisors could never fight for him or swing his sword. For that reason, he was mostly wild in his younger years, a trait that his father never truly learned to stamp out. The only person capable of that was the girl he had been promised. There were very few things in the world which could make him nervous but she was one of them. Nervous, yes, but head-over-heels for her. She grounded him, somewhat, and he began to properly learn some of his Lordly duties. His father had aged and it wouldn't be long before Ulfar would rise to his position as Lord of the North.

During those years, a small rebellion sparked in the lower houses of the North. Arguing that the Lears were too quick to bend the knee to the King and that their rule made the North weak, the rebels quickly gained some traction. He hadn't been married only a few months before he called the banners and rode out to meet the rebels in place of his ailing father. It was his own cousin who had instigated the conflict, a man whom he had played with as a child. Very few people willingly speak of what happened when Ulfar finally broke the rebels and found his cousin. Most stories say that the Lear Heir dragged his cousin from his bedroom, found a block and took his head. Few stories say that the entire time, Ulfar was quiet, that his eyes had darkened and his features had been set in stone.

When he returned, his first daughter had already been born. It was clear that he wasn't the same as when he had left. He was quiet and strangely, he had grown more in those few, cold months than he had in his entire life. His duties, both to his family and his people, became paramount to him and he was finally forged into the Lord his father intended him to be. Not long after, the Old Lord Lear passed away peacefully and Ulfar became the Warden of the North.

Two children followed his firstborn and they enjoyed the long years of mild winters and bright summers. They grew with smiles and contempt and he made it his duty to raise them as he was raised, with honour and strength. Perhaps with a little less of an iron fist - he was never violent, he was much too mellow for that. His firstborn, Isla, was always the one closest to him. She was pure and innocent but strong beyond belief. Her perfection reminded him that perhaps he had been doing something right. He became a gentle soul, inviting anyone who would grace his tables with their presence. He seemed peaceful and mellow but the threat was always there, lurking, waiting, watching for a time when only swords could cure what words had wrought.

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

@Ambra

Ello!

@Solace

Holy shit the King's bio is great! I r8 8/8 m8!

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Still alive! Post coming later! C:

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@FacePunch

Would you like to post first or shall I?

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Still here and still need to do stuff but it isn't helping that the Guild is MIA right now! Dx

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@FacePunch

Quueeessssttttioonnnn - does Klaus use horrible memories to make people fear because technically, wouldn't that not work for someone who can't forget those memories anyways? Also, would Eliza present a problem to him if he's trying to snoop in on Emilia's mind?

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Emilia Robinson

Location; Dorm Room → Kitchens → Gardens
Interacting With; Klaus Van Untergang (@FacePunch) | Will Blake (@smarty0114) | Elijah (@BeastofDestiny)
Mood; Happy → Excited → Curious

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"Wake the fuck up!"

In the grim darkness of a college dorm room, a mountain of blankets and pillows moved, life finally returning to the bedroom. "Ughhhh..." Emilia's head popped out from the mountain, blinking in annoyance at the fact that her sleep had been ruined by a figment of her own imagination.

"I'm not a figment of a your imagination, bitch, now get up. It's fucking boring sitting around watching you sleep."

Apparently Emilia's brain never rested because Eliza seemed to never rest, and instead chose to inhabit her room for the night. Still groggy, Emilia rose from her bed and kicked her feet out before collapsing onto them. She hated mornings - her sleep was mostly a recount of memories, both belonging to her and others, so it was usually a good catch-up period for her. Plus waking brought more classes. Wait. Classes? Tipping forward, she bobbed over to where her phone was charging and checked the date. Saturday? "Fucking brilliant! Eliza why the fuck did you not tell me it was Saturday? Voices in heads are meant to be useful ya cunt!" Wheeling around, she found she was alone in the room again and the figment of her imagination had returned to her mind again. Sighing audibly, she peeked over at the empty bed facing hers. She wasn't certain but it was highly likely that she was simply rooming with a vampire. It would explain quite a bit, honestly - it's not like the school would just throw her into a room by herself.

Squinting at the bed, a pressure seemed to emanate into her temples and for a moment, she was distracted by the crying walls. There was too much history in this place and it sought her out like a child with daddy issues. "Shut the fuck up, I'll look later!" Sighing, she studied her nudity. Rooming with a vampire meant that she didn't have to wear anything when she was in her dorm which was always a positive. There was always the worry that she would be ravaged by said vampire but it's not like she would be entirely unwilling in that act. Stretching, she found her stuff and disappeared into the bathroom to shower.

Half an hour later and she was ready to roll; denim shorts and a crop top with a gentle sprinkling of exposed midriff. Fetching a hat and her trusty backpack, she packed away everything needed for an excellent adventure - water, (Non-American) chocolate and Joyce's Ulysses. She had spotted an old abandoned building on the perimeter of the college's grounds. Buildings were usually abandoned for a reason and those reasons were usually juicy like multiple homicides or Indian burial grounds sort of juicy. "This is a stupid plan. Shouldn't you try y'know, talking to someone for once you socially awkward fuckwit?" She thumped her own head to shut Eliza up before frowning and rubbing the spot. Fucking Eliza.

"Have ya seen half of the cunts around here? It's like those TV shows they make for teenage girls full of stupidly attractive people doing stupid shit. You can rub yourself to it but that's about the height of it!" Eliza snorted in her head and Emilia declared herself victorious as she left her dorm and picked her way down the stairs towards the shared kitchen area. A quick search produced a small baguette which she declared as her own. Munching down on the hard shell, she left the kitchen and descended the stairs to the exit. She had only been there a few weeks but she already knew most of the crooks and crannies of the college. Now she had to explore even further, however.

Leaving the dorm building, she unpocketed her iPod and plugged her earphones in, quickly flicking it onto shuffle. She had done some work with the Mafia over the summer which meant that she was pretty well-off as it was and could treat herself a little. Which included, but was not limited to, an iPod. Surprisingly, the first song wasn't so bad so she kept it on, mixing a little sway into her walk as she padded over the pruned lawns.

♪But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,♪

Her dance brought her into the gardens and before she even realised it, she was smack bang in the middle of something that didn't look too pleasant. "What the fuck is this shit?" She murmured, pulling one earphone out to stare in a circle. There were a group of what appeared to be well-dressed Nazis with one head Nazi standing up whilst others knelt in fear around him. Two other boys were there as well but they didn't seem to find a lot of agreement with said Nazi dictator person. Which probably wasn't so good because Emilia was the one in the middle of them all.

"Leave Emilia, this doesn't look good." Eliza urged but she stood her ground, not daring to move as she raised a collective eyebrow at them all.

"What the fuck is this ya cunts? World War Two ended like seventy fucking years ago so calm your fucking tits." Rolling her eyes, she stared at the Nazi ringleader just a little longer. There was something about him that drew her in, something that screamed at her in anger and pain - he was hiding something inside himself. This was a challenge. This was very definitely a challenge and Emilia was not one to be scared off by the thought of some evil dictator person staring her down. Changing direction, she meandered right up to him until there were only a few inches apart. The height difference was obvious as she raised a pointed finger to his face. "You're hiding something ya Nazi cunt and if ya think you're going to fool the great fucking Emilia Robinson then you have another thing coming! Bumbling on, she squinted at him, waiting for some sort of response.

She would get to the bottom of this great mystery.

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@smarty0114

Emilia is on her way to Klaus as well!

Also, before we begin, let's lay down some ground rules. No touching of the hair or face!

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@Jay Kalton

Another fine UK person! Excellent! I'm not alone in waking up to find loads of posts! Dx