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Well do it fast, boboclown posted two days ago now, that's why I went, he seemed the only person trying to bring the rest of us together. Unknown's last post certainly didn't reach out to me or him, so we made our own approach, Jack's hardly one to over-plan, and being bulletproof has certain advantages when improvising. It doesn't mean that she's going to turn on Kate as soon as she turns up, she doesn't particularly care whether Caro lives and dies, as long as he doesn't sell her out, she'll probably happily work alongside someone who is opposing the heroes if she needs to. This could be the event that brings everyone together.
I posted, but for some reason my post doubled :/, sorry about that
Edit: forum glitch doubled my post :/
Varic Vizaz was wealthy, extremely so, perhaps not to the same extent as the decadent Octave, but he was wealthy enough to possess slaves of their own rarity. Ellyah was one such slave. Orgravi women were possessions at home, traded and bartered as one would with currency or commodities, and though they were rarely traded to outsiders, there were always the exceptions to the rule. Those few, those precious few, were extraordinarily valuable in Ageuos, and Varic had paid a princely sum for her. He had owned her for years now, and aging, the master’s favourite pleasure slaves were usually a lot younger, though her training still found her called to his rooms more often than not.
And of course, she was to accompany him in his retinue tonight. She knew the Octave family, though the last remaining member had only been young, as had she, when his father had sold her to Varic. Well… sold. He had lost her in a bet. Varic had used her to rub his victory in the late Octave’s face, though she no longer had such significance.
Her master strode into the party before his retinue, though waddled would probably be a more accurate. He was huge, a veritable blimp of a man. Great rolls of chins fell from his face, pink and moist already from the heat. His great belly was swathed in what looked like three or four acres of black velvet. It was supposed to have a slimming effect, but all it achieved was to demonstrate the man’s great size all the more. Beads of sweat rolled across the great expanse of his forehead as he threw out a hand languorously.
“Go, enjoy the party, we are safe enough here, Octave may be arrogant but he knows to hire guards at least.”
His voice was deep, rich, and mellifluous, far more attractive than his form would suggest, and at his command his guards and retinue dispersed among the party, though staying within eyeline, and one remaining close by. Seric left as well, her master’s minstrel, and for a moment his eye’s met Ellyah’s, then he slipped away into the crowd. Ellyah made to move off in the opposite direction, but a fat arm snaked behind her, one hand tapping her buttock.
“Not you dearest, you stay with me.”
She nodded, her eyes and head lowered in subservience, “yes master, of course.”
Varic was sprawled on one of the many chairs scattered around Octave’s house, Ellyah knelt obediently by his feet. She was watching the so-called ‘devil girl’, his eye’s however, beady and swamped in the fat of his face, were watching the back of his pleasure slave calculatingly.
Ellyah had seen a great many exotic things in her life, things that most of the people of Ageuous would be astonished by, but the flaming red hair of the slave dancer, it was easy to believe that she was cursed by a demon, or blessed by a god with a twisted sense of humour. And then as the girl began to dance she forgot about her behaviour, how her eyes should be downcast and her head lowered, and she simply watched.
And of course, she was to accompany him in his retinue tonight. She knew the Octave family, though the last remaining member had only been young, as had she, when his father had sold her to Varic. Well… sold. He had lost her in a bet. Varic had used her to rub his victory in the late Octave’s face, though she no longer had such significance.
Her master strode into the party before his retinue, though waddled would probably be a more accurate. He was huge, a veritable blimp of a man. Great rolls of chins fell from his face, pink and moist already from the heat. His great belly was swathed in what looked like three or four acres of black velvet. It was supposed to have a slimming effect, but all it achieved was to demonstrate the man’s great size all the more. Beads of sweat rolled across the great expanse of his forehead as he threw out a hand languorously.
“Go, enjoy the party, we are safe enough here, Octave may be arrogant but he knows to hire guards at least.”
His voice was deep, rich, and mellifluous, far more attractive than his form would suggest, and at his command his guards and retinue dispersed among the party, though staying within eyeline, and one remaining close by. Seric left as well, her master’s minstrel, and for a moment his eye’s met Ellyah’s, then he slipped away into the crowd. Ellyah made to move off in the opposite direction, but a fat arm snaked behind her, one hand tapping her buttock.
“Not you dearest, you stay with me.”
She nodded, her eyes and head lowered in subservience, “yes master, of course.”
Varic was sprawled on one of the many chairs scattered around Octave’s house, Ellyah knelt obediently by his feet. She was watching the so-called ‘devil girl’, his eye’s however, beady and swamped in the fat of his face, were watching the back of his pleasure slave calculatingly.
Ellyah had seen a great many exotic things in her life, things that most of the people of Ageuous would be astonished by, but the flaming red hair of the slave dancer, it was easy to believe that she was cursed by a demon, or blessed by a god with a twisted sense of humour. And then as the girl began to dance she forgot about her behaviour, how her eyes should be downcast and her head lowered, and she simply watched.
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Bios:
Name: Henrick Cassel, Grandmaster
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Like the chess grandmaster he once was, Henrick is a man who does not take pointless risks, who plans out every move ahead of time, and is always four steps ahead of the competition. His survival, and his anonymity, have always been paramount, and on the rare occasions anyone has come close he has willingly abandoned even the most elaborate plans to ensure his survival.
Despite his chosen profession, he is not a bad man, and is an advocate of the ends justify the means, although what his final mission may be remains a mystery to all but himself.
Skills: Henrick Cassel is an ex-Chess Grandmaster, fluent in several languages, including Russian, Chinese and German among others. He also has something of a talent for elaborate and complex plans, near impossible for others to interpret before it is too late.
Abilities: One of the reasons for the Grandmaster’s continued freedom is his gift, or curse, depending on whom you ask. Or would ask, if anyone else actually knew. Henrick jealously guards the knowledge of his ability, a rare one indeed in this world of demi-gods. He can see the future. It is not an accurate ability, he cannot control what he see’s and is instead inflicted with visions. Years of experience have allowed him to understand and interpret many of these visions, and they drive many of his own personal machinations, and frequently allow him to escape before threats have even been otherwise perceived.
Equipment:
Brief Backstory: Henrick Cassel was born in Germany shortly after the beginning of World War 2, and at some time during the Russian advance on Berlin he was left orphaned. Though there was little in the way of a system put in place for orphans in the chaos after the war, somehow he survived, and was taken in by a couple who had lost their son to the war. They fled to western Germany, and he was raised as their own. His adoptive father taught him chess, and the young Henrick proved to have a flair for the game, and more than that, was a prodigy.
He became a grandmaster at the then record breaking age of fourteen. Though he continued to play, slowly but surely his career as a chess player declined, more through choice than otherwise, and he moved to America, where he met his wife, Maria, and settled down into a relatively average life, two kids, a car, no dogs, thanks to his allergies. It was only shortly after this time that he realised that his frequent bad dreams were more than that, they were glimpses of the future, confused, shadowy, but stories that would come to pass nonetheless.
It was around this time that his path took a darker turn, obsessed with the idea that the future was not set, so far, he has found no evidence of this. Despite his obsession, he has managed to keep his criminal career and his personal life separate, partially through never getting caught, and is currently living out life as a happily married, retired man with grown children and grandchildren.
He is known of by both the IFJ, and The Secret Council, both as a solo villain, but also occasionally acting on a contractual basis for other villainous organisations, though only when it suits his purposes. He is less well known by the rest of the world, partially because of his talent for embarrassing both of them and escaping unscathed, but also because they are still not sure that he actually exists. Being only a shadowy mastermind behind his plans, and never going out in the field.
It seems that all of his plans are leading up to something, but what it could be no one knows, of course he is very unhappy, though not surprised, at the sudden interest Greenfield has developed on an international scale.
Name: Henrick Cassel, Grandmaster
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Like the chess grandmaster he once was, Henrick is a man who does not take pointless risks, who plans out every move ahead of time, and is always four steps ahead of the competition. His survival, and his anonymity, have always been paramount, and on the rare occasions anyone has come close he has willingly abandoned even the most elaborate plans to ensure his survival.
Despite his chosen profession, he is not a bad man, and is an advocate of the ends justify the means, although what his final mission may be remains a mystery to all but himself.
Skills: Henrick Cassel is an ex-Chess Grandmaster, fluent in several languages, including Russian, Chinese and German among others. He also has something of a talent for elaborate and complex plans, near impossible for others to interpret before it is too late.
Abilities: One of the reasons for the Grandmaster’s continued freedom is his gift, or curse, depending on whom you ask. Or would ask, if anyone else actually knew. Henrick jealously guards the knowledge of his ability, a rare one indeed in this world of demi-gods. He can see the future. It is not an accurate ability, he cannot control what he see’s and is instead inflicted with visions. Years of experience have allowed him to understand and interpret many of these visions, and they drive many of his own personal machinations, and frequently allow him to escape before threats have even been otherwise perceived.
Equipment:
Brief Backstory: Henrick Cassel was born in Germany shortly after the beginning of World War 2, and at some time during the Russian advance on Berlin he was left orphaned. Though there was little in the way of a system put in place for orphans in the chaos after the war, somehow he survived, and was taken in by a couple who had lost their son to the war. They fled to western Germany, and he was raised as their own. His adoptive father taught him chess, and the young Henrick proved to have a flair for the game, and more than that, was a prodigy.
He became a grandmaster at the then record breaking age of fourteen. Though he continued to play, slowly but surely his career as a chess player declined, more through choice than otherwise, and he moved to America, where he met his wife, Maria, and settled down into a relatively average life, two kids, a car, no dogs, thanks to his allergies. It was only shortly after this time that he realised that his frequent bad dreams were more than that, they were glimpses of the future, confused, shadowy, but stories that would come to pass nonetheless.
It was around this time that his path took a darker turn, obsessed with the idea that the future was not set, so far, he has found no evidence of this. Despite his obsession, he has managed to keep his criminal career and his personal life separate, partially through never getting caught, and is currently living out life as a happily married, retired man with grown children and grandchildren.
He is known of by both the IFJ, and The Secret Council, both as a solo villain, but also occasionally acting on a contractual basis for other villainous organisations, though only when it suits his purposes. He is less well known by the rest of the world, partially because of his talent for embarrassing both of them and escaping unscathed, but also because they are still not sure that he actually exists. Being only a shadowy mastermind behind his plans, and never going out in the field.
It seems that all of his plans are leading up to something, but what it could be no one knows, of course he is very unhappy, though not surprised, at the sudden interest Greenfield has developed on an international scale.
Can't wait for IC :)
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Ok, I got distracted last night :/, but a CS is incoming :)
Name (First and Last): Ellyah Asaar Jayr
Age: 29
Country/City of Origin: Orgravia
A country located many leagues to the south of Thessaloniki, Orgravia is a warlike state, but rarely bothers with those on the other side of the ocean, finding more profit in slaughtering and enslaving those on their side of the water and trading them to Ageuos. They are far from averse to enslaving their own people, and when no targets rear their heads the Orgravi turn on each other, weeding out the weak. Occasionally enterprising nations have sought to take advantage of these conflicts, only to have the once warring tribes unite against the common foe without a second thought.
A violent society, women are at once warriors alongside the men, and property, traded and bartered between successful warriors. The most powerful warlords possess harems of hundreds of women, each one trained in the arts of death and love. This makes them extremely valuable as slaves in Ageuos, though they are rarely traded, and as such, fetch high prices at auction.
Status: Pleasure Slave, for now
Personality: Ellyah is unusual amongst her people in that she does not accept the status quo, though she was raised and trained much like her sisters, the spark of rebellion in her was never stamped out by the conditioning, and was instead compressed into a hard diamond of spirit at her core. She is however, clever, it was rare, but it was not beyond the Orgravi to put to death those women who showed too much spirit, or condemn them to service in the pleasure pits.
Appearance:
Reason for attending the party: Like Ignia, Ellyah is a symbol of wealth, though not quite such a decadent example, sold many years ago, she has been among the people of Ageuos for long enough to recognise many of their customs, though she rarely understands them.
Anything else: The Orgravia are fairly distinctive, but so is their dress, and Ellyah is normally found dressed in typical fashion, exposing large amounts of skin and adorned in golden jewellery.
History: Raised and trained in the classic manner of the Orgravi, Ellyah was sold to an Ageuosan trader when she was sixteen. It wasn’t long before she was auctioned off for a princely sum to Elric Octave’s father, before being sold on once more shortly before his death. As such, the Octave family are no strangers to her, though she never met Elric.
Two more years of service and she finds her current master invited to Octave’s party to see the girl with the demon hair. As one of only a few dozen Ogravi slaves in the city, Ellyah is the next best thing to the red headed Ignia, so naturally she was selected to accompany her new master as a demonstration of his own wealth.
Age: 29
Country/City of Origin: Orgravia
A country located many leagues to the south of Thessaloniki, Orgravia is a warlike state, but rarely bothers with those on the other side of the ocean, finding more profit in slaughtering and enslaving those on their side of the water and trading them to Ageuos. They are far from averse to enslaving their own people, and when no targets rear their heads the Orgravi turn on each other, weeding out the weak. Occasionally enterprising nations have sought to take advantage of these conflicts, only to have the once warring tribes unite against the common foe without a second thought.
A violent society, women are at once warriors alongside the men, and property, traded and bartered between successful warriors. The most powerful warlords possess harems of hundreds of women, each one trained in the arts of death and love. This makes them extremely valuable as slaves in Ageuos, though they are rarely traded, and as such, fetch high prices at auction.
Status: Pleasure Slave, for now
Personality: Ellyah is unusual amongst her people in that she does not accept the status quo, though she was raised and trained much like her sisters, the spark of rebellion in her was never stamped out by the conditioning, and was instead compressed into a hard diamond of spirit at her core. She is however, clever, it was rare, but it was not beyond the Orgravi to put to death those women who showed too much spirit, or condemn them to service in the pleasure pits.
Appearance:
Reason for attending the party: Like Ignia, Ellyah is a symbol of wealth, though not quite such a decadent example, sold many years ago, she has been among the people of Ageuos for long enough to recognise many of their customs, though she rarely understands them.
Anything else: The Orgravia are fairly distinctive, but so is their dress, and Ellyah is normally found dressed in typical fashion, exposing large amounts of skin and adorned in golden jewellery.
History: Raised and trained in the classic manner of the Orgravi, Ellyah was sold to an Ageuosan trader when she was sixteen. It wasn’t long before she was auctioned off for a princely sum to Elric Octave’s father, before being sold on once more shortly before his death. As such, the Octave family are no strangers to her, though she never met Elric.
Two more years of service and she finds her current master invited to Octave’s party to see the girl with the demon hair. As one of only a few dozen Ogravi slaves in the city, Ellyah is the next best thing to the red headed Ignia, so naturally she was selected to accompany her new master as a demonstration of his own wealth.
I must say, I am interested
MOI! I shall write a CS, but possibly not until tonight :/
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