Name: Flare
Age: 21 + ???? (21 before she became a demon)
Race: Demon Spirit (Flare was once part of an extinct race called the Firagans. A two-horned race that was considered heretics and monsters by humans, their extinction predates even the creation of the kingdoms)
Gender: Female
Appearance: For each time Laine asks Flare for more powers, the more Flare is capable of shapeshifting Laine's body to look like herself.
History: To be elaborated IC.
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Noble Ranks (Not set in stone until you agree):
King/Queen
Grand Duke/Grand Duchess (Only royal relatives who cannot be considered princes or princesses will hold this rank.)
Duke/Duchess
Prince Landgrave/Princess Landgravine
Count/Countess
Viscount/Viscountess
Baron/Baroness
Ser (Knights)
Name: Princess Landgravine Laine Martel of the Marvaka Oldlands, Daughter of Silas Martel
Age: 20
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Laine is 1.53 metres tall. (5 feet)
History:
The House of Martel ruled the Oldlands of Marvaka for nearly a hundred generations, though Laine would be the last ruler of the Oldlands that bore the Martel name. Her father, Prince Landgrave Silas Martel, was a strong supporter of the kingship of George Kelvan (George III) and served as the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom up until the king's death.
Silas had fathered 2 sons and a daughter, though both of his sons, Kevin and Lyle, were cursed with illnesses that left them with little strength in their bodies. The traditions of Martel demanded that a child of the Prince Landgrave serve as the commander of the armies, which meant time on the battlefield and required some sort of capacity for combat. These traditions usually meant a son, but a lack of clarity in the text allowed Silas to exploit a loophole and nominate his daughter, Laine, as his choice to fulfil the tradition.
At the age of 6, Laine was suddenly plucked from her training as a lady-in-waiting/future wife and put to the proper training of combat. Even as a girl, Laine was considered somewhat short, and she struggled to learn how to use a sword and command. Laine feared death in battle and the pains of war, but she feared her father's disappointment even more. She would fight her first battle at the age of 16, against
When Grand Duke Lucian Cromwell, the Regent, seized power and declared himself King, Silas was out of the capital at the time and spared the subsequent executions of the king's former council. The House of Martel, however, would be the first target of King Lucian's attempts to consolidate his power. The moment the royal armies were capable of mobilisation, Lucian made his move against the House of Martel. Lords that were neutral or stayed ambivalent against Lucian's attempts to bring the House of Martel to heel were brought to his side by promises of lands and titles House Martel held at the time.
When the royal armies gathered the regional lords and mercenary companies under one banner to crush Martel, their armies numbered 5 times the size of House Martel's forces. The war was decided before the first battle even began. The royal army, under the command of Admiral Helmut Zeppelin, first clashed with Laine Martel's armies at Pollelin Pass. Though terrain favoured the Martels, not even the sudden and desperate reinforcement of Laine's forces by her father would stop Zeppelin's slow but steady advance into House Martel's lands.
Silas died in a desperate attempt to hold the rearguard against Zeppelin, his last will and testament appointing Laine as Princess Landgravine, the first time a woman would take the title in House Martel. Laine mourned her father's passing, but managed to hold some strength against Zeppelin. After the Battle of Pollelin Pass, there would be no more pitched battles between both sides. Laine ordered hit-and-run tactics and evacuated the peasantry, but true to Martel traditions, she never had the nerve to scorch the earth in retreat.
1 year passed.
When Martellai, House Martel's home city, fell, Laine was captured in battle. Brought before Admiral Zeppelin in chains, the admiral was ordered to deliver Laine to the capital for trial. While the allied lords disbanded and went their separate ways, Admiral Zeppelin delayed his own return to the capital for one reason; Laine. Laine protested many things, but the most important of that being King Lucian's utter intolerance of dissenting opinion, even if it was innovation or in the guises of it.
To the admiral whose great-grandfather invented the weaponised airship, it struck a chord in Admiral Zeppelin. He freed Laine and asked her to join his side in overthrowing Lord Lucian, though she would decline. Her brothers were missing, escorted away by Martel retainers while she tried to defend the city. Their fates were unknown, but Laine was determined to find them, even if the truth was a tragedy.
Admiral Zeppelin allowed her to leave his prison and even recommended the Castian Free Arms (a mercenary band, also known as the CFA) to recruit her. Laine served with distinction in the CFA in some minor regional clashes across the land. When she heard that Admiral Zeppelin began an insurrection, she called upon the CFA to join him, though no one at the time doubted Admiral Zeppelin's chances of victory at the time.
The news about the war between King Lucian and Admiral Zeppelin, widely expected by many to be quick, turned into a quagmire for both sides as nobles and lords were recruited to both sides. Betrayal on both sides was common, and the population grew war-weary. Admiral Zeppelin was assassinated by an agent on Cromwell's side, but the news only reached the CFA when Laine managed to persuade them to join Zeppelin's rebellion.
The king managed to gather more forces, almost annihilating the remnants of Zeppelin's armies, also with most of the CFA. 3 months after the death of Admiral Zeppelin, Laine, the CFA and the last bunch of mercenaries, Zeppelin loyalists and those who simply hated Lucian, would be holed up in the mysterious temple of Flarkonnen, with no obvious way out.
It would probably be their last stand.
King/Queen
Grand Duke/Grand Duchess (Only royal relatives who cannot be considered princes or princesses will hold this rank.)
Duke/Duchess
Prince Landgrave/Princess Landgravine
Count/Countess
Viscount/Viscountess
Baron/Baroness
Ser (Knights)
Name: Princess Landgravine Laine Martel of the Marvaka Oldlands, Daughter of Silas Martel
Age: 20
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Laine is 1.53 metres tall. (5 feet)
History:
The House of Martel ruled the Oldlands of Marvaka for nearly a hundred generations, though Laine would be the last ruler of the Oldlands that bore the Martel name. Her father, Prince Landgrave Silas Martel, was a strong supporter of the kingship of George Kelvan (George III) and served as the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom up until the king's death.
Silas had fathered 2 sons and a daughter, though both of his sons, Kevin and Lyle, were cursed with illnesses that left them with little strength in their bodies. The traditions of Martel demanded that a child of the Prince Landgrave serve as the commander of the armies, which meant time on the battlefield and required some sort of capacity for combat. These traditions usually meant a son, but a lack of clarity in the text allowed Silas to exploit a loophole and nominate his daughter, Laine, as his choice to fulfil the tradition.
At the age of 6, Laine was suddenly plucked from her training as a lady-in-waiting/future wife and put to the proper training of combat. Even as a girl, Laine was considered somewhat short, and she struggled to learn how to use a sword and command. Laine feared death in battle and the pains of war, but she feared her father's disappointment even more. She would fight her first battle at the age of 16, against
When Grand Duke Lucian Cromwell, the Regent, seized power and declared himself King, Silas was out of the capital at the time and spared the subsequent executions of the king's former council. The House of Martel, however, would be the first target of King Lucian's attempts to consolidate his power. The moment the royal armies were capable of mobilisation, Lucian made his move against the House of Martel. Lords that were neutral or stayed ambivalent against Lucian's attempts to bring the House of Martel to heel were brought to his side by promises of lands and titles House Martel held at the time.
When the royal armies gathered the regional lords and mercenary companies under one banner to crush Martel, their armies numbered 5 times the size of House Martel's forces. The war was decided before the first battle even began. The royal army, under the command of Admiral Helmut Zeppelin, first clashed with Laine Martel's armies at Pollelin Pass. Though terrain favoured the Martels, not even the sudden and desperate reinforcement of Laine's forces by her father would stop Zeppelin's slow but steady advance into House Martel's lands.
Silas died in a desperate attempt to hold the rearguard against Zeppelin, his last will and testament appointing Laine as Princess Landgravine, the first time a woman would take the title in House Martel. Laine mourned her father's passing, but managed to hold some strength against Zeppelin. After the Battle of Pollelin Pass, there would be no more pitched battles between both sides. Laine ordered hit-and-run tactics and evacuated the peasantry, but true to Martel traditions, she never had the nerve to scorch the earth in retreat.
1 year passed.
When Martellai, House Martel's home city, fell, Laine was captured in battle. Brought before Admiral Zeppelin in chains, the admiral was ordered to deliver Laine to the capital for trial. While the allied lords disbanded and went their separate ways, Admiral Zeppelin delayed his own return to the capital for one reason; Laine. Laine protested many things, but the most important of that being King Lucian's utter intolerance of dissenting opinion, even if it was innovation or in the guises of it.
To the admiral whose great-grandfather invented the weaponised airship, it struck a chord in Admiral Zeppelin. He freed Laine and asked her to join his side in overthrowing Lord Lucian, though she would decline. Her brothers were missing, escorted away by Martel retainers while she tried to defend the city. Their fates were unknown, but Laine was determined to find them, even if the truth was a tragedy.
Admiral Zeppelin allowed her to leave his prison and even recommended the Castian Free Arms (a mercenary band, also known as the CFA) to recruit her. Laine served with distinction in the CFA in some minor regional clashes across the land. When she heard that Admiral Zeppelin began an insurrection, she called upon the CFA to join him, though no one at the time doubted Admiral Zeppelin's chances of victory at the time.
The news about the war between King Lucian and Admiral Zeppelin, widely expected by many to be quick, turned into a quagmire for both sides as nobles and lords were recruited to both sides. Betrayal on both sides was common, and the population grew war-weary. Admiral Zeppelin was assassinated by an agent on Cromwell's side, but the news only reached the CFA when Laine managed to persuade them to join Zeppelin's rebellion.
The king managed to gather more forces, almost annihilating the remnants of Zeppelin's armies, also with most of the CFA. 3 months after the death of Admiral Zeppelin, Laine, the CFA and the last bunch of mercenaries, Zeppelin loyalists and those who simply hated Lucian, would be holed up in the mysterious temple of Flarkonnen, with no obvious way out.
It would probably be their last stand.
Boo.
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So there's a difference of like 4 inches. I wonder if Gale should be taller.
Charlene was the girl that Felicity harassed for wearing an anti-bullying wristband three months ago. Charles was the guy that almost got beat up for wearing a My Little Pony T-shirt to school last year. Gale almost lost that fight that day, a little something she could reminisce about. Guys nowadays learned about Gale the hard way, and all of them learned how to avoid an excuse for her to intervene.
It was getting so boring she wanted to pick a fight at random.
This Charlotte, however, was some random girl Felicity bullied relatively recently, though for what Gale did not know. But this case was definitely something unrelated to Felicity, because even the alpha-bitch of school wasn't going to traverse the late afternoon rain for a chance to smack someone else in the face.
Gale picked up the towel and wrapped Charlotte's shoulders in it. She took a seat just beside her, but whatever words she could muster failed to materialise anywhere in her mind or mouth. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach when she realised she had nothing to say. Even sighing seemed out of place for a situation like this.
All she did was look at Charlotte with eyes of pity.
It was getting so boring she wanted to pick a fight at random.
This Charlotte, however, was some random girl Felicity bullied relatively recently, though for what Gale did not know. But this case was definitely something unrelated to Felicity, because even the alpha-bitch of school wasn't going to traverse the late afternoon rain for a chance to smack someone else in the face.
Gale picked up the towel and wrapped Charlotte's shoulders in it. She took a seat just beside her, but whatever words she could muster failed to materialise anywhere in her mind or mouth. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach when she realised she had nothing to say. Even sighing seemed out of place for a situation like this.
All she did was look at Charlotte with eyes of pity.
How tall is Charlotte?
"Yes, father, I am perfectly okay. You do not need to worry."
Gale's voice on the phone sounded like a far cry from her low, boyish tones. It actually sounded like a girl's voice, and Gale found her throat struggling to hold onto such a voice without sounding like a falsetto. At least her father failed to catch on from the other side of the line.
"Indeed. Do keep up with your studies. Have a good week, my girl."
Gale sighed in relief as she placed the receiver down, before she coughed a bit. She didn't sound like that anymore, but she at least tried. The first time she answered the phone with her normal voice, her father asked her if she was Gale's boyfriend. Giving him a heart attack was the last thing on her mind.
She glanced out of the window and smiled. Rain. A rainy day was perhaps a good time to curl up with blankets, forget to wear a shirt and watch old DVDs. A few minutes later, all anyone could see of Gale was a bunch of blankets wrapped around a human, staring at a LCD TV lit up with old scenes from famous movies.
It was upon only the third knock of the door did Gale hear someone at the door. She rolled her eyes. Rain, snow, sleet and hail, indeed. She did not even order anything online, so it was probably the wrong address.
"Wrong address, postman!" she yelled out, followed by some inaudible grumbles towards whoever was interrupting her show. Gale smiled at the prospect of an interrupted day, just before the temporary serenity was broken by the same knocking.
Throwing the blankets aside, Gale grabbed her blazer from the couch and slid her arms into it. "Bastard." Gale clenched her teeth, adjusting the front of her blazer so that it covered her hypothetical bust-line. Even without a proper shirt on, she passed as a guy, but there were things she had to cover up.
Gale stomped towards the door and pulled it open. "What do ya'—"
There was a red-haired girl. In front of the door. Soaking wet, and definitely crying. If someone came crying to Gale's door in the middle of a thunderstorm, it seemed bad courtesy of Gale to forget who she was.
Though with the red face of embarrassment, that was what she did exactly.
"Errr... come in," the word came out of Gale's mouth before her blank mind came up with another reaction. "I'll get a towel."
Easing Charlotte in and closing the door behind her, Gale sped to the laundry room. She grabbed a towel and tossed her blazer aside in favour of a proper shirt. Gale hadn't been with solely female company for a long time, but she was pretty damn sure that they weren't half-naked with each other.
Returning to the living room, Gale handed the towel to Charlotte with the sort of smile one expected from a caring male friend. Whoever this girl was probably thought Gale remembered her, which made it all the more harder for Gale to come up with the nerve to ask for the girl's name.
"Errr... I need to ask.... errr..." Her fingers twiddled together. Gale's mind was coming up with the strangest of thoughts, all of which to buy time before popping the question. Was this girl someone who was stalking her, thinking of Gale as some sort of dream partner? Did she break up with her previous boyfriend, and think of Gale as the possible choice of her next 'boyfriend'?
Gale took in a deep breath, and shouted out her next question like a badly cooked piece of meat. "I'msorrybutwhat'syourname?"
Gale's voice on the phone sounded like a far cry from her low, boyish tones. It actually sounded like a girl's voice, and Gale found her throat struggling to hold onto such a voice without sounding like a falsetto. At least her father failed to catch on from the other side of the line.
"Indeed. Do keep up with your studies. Have a good week, my girl."
Gale sighed in relief as she placed the receiver down, before she coughed a bit. She didn't sound like that anymore, but she at least tried. The first time she answered the phone with her normal voice, her father asked her if she was Gale's boyfriend. Giving him a heart attack was the last thing on her mind.
She glanced out of the window and smiled. Rain. A rainy day was perhaps a good time to curl up with blankets, forget to wear a shirt and watch old DVDs. A few minutes later, all anyone could see of Gale was a bunch of blankets wrapped around a human, staring at a LCD TV lit up with old scenes from famous movies.
It was upon only the third knock of the door did Gale hear someone at the door. She rolled her eyes. Rain, snow, sleet and hail, indeed. She did not even order anything online, so it was probably the wrong address.
"Wrong address, postman!" she yelled out, followed by some inaudible grumbles towards whoever was interrupting her show. Gale smiled at the prospect of an interrupted day, just before the temporary serenity was broken by the same knocking.
Throwing the blankets aside, Gale grabbed her blazer from the couch and slid her arms into it. "Bastard." Gale clenched her teeth, adjusting the front of her blazer so that it covered her hypothetical bust-line. Even without a proper shirt on, she passed as a guy, but there were things she had to cover up.
Gale stomped towards the door and pulled it open. "What do ya'—"
There was a red-haired girl. In front of the door. Soaking wet, and definitely crying. If someone came crying to Gale's door in the middle of a thunderstorm, it seemed bad courtesy of Gale to forget who she was.
Though with the red face of embarrassment, that was what she did exactly.
"Errr... come in," the word came out of Gale's mouth before her blank mind came up with another reaction. "I'll get a towel."
Easing Charlotte in and closing the door behind her, Gale sped to the laundry room. She grabbed a towel and tossed her blazer aside in favour of a proper shirt. Gale hadn't been with solely female company for a long time, but she was pretty damn sure that they weren't half-naked with each other.
Returning to the living room, Gale handed the towel to Charlotte with the sort of smile one expected from a caring male friend. Whoever this girl was probably thought Gale remembered her, which made it all the more harder for Gale to come up with the nerve to ask for the girl's name.
"Errr... I need to ask.... errr..." Her fingers twiddled together. Gale's mind was coming up with the strangest of thoughts, all of which to buy time before popping the question. Was this girl someone who was stalking her, thinking of Gale as some sort of dream partner? Did she break up with her previous boyfriend, and think of Gale as the possible choice of her next 'boyfriend'?
Gale took in a deep breath, and shouted out her next question like a badly cooked piece of meat. "I'msorrybutwhat'syourname?"
Do put up your character here.
Name: Gale Knight
Age: 18
Appearance:
Without the horns or the tail. She's about 1.80 (or 5'11") metres tall.
Name: Gale Knight
Age: 18
Appearance:
Without the horns or the tail. She's about 1.80 (or 5'11") metres tall.
Gale glared at the 'no-change' light that flickered in front of the vending machine. There were a line-up of machines to choose from, and when she stepped into one and plucked out two dollars worth of coins from her pockets, fate conspired to stand her in front of a glorified coin-eater of a machine. With a scowl and a grumble, Gale took a step to her right. Five seconds of wasted time. Five seconds was enough to miss a train.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the words of another girl, though words were a generous way to describe the speaking of Felicity. Felicity and Gale had bad blood, ever since Gale stopped her from going 'alpha-bitch' all over some other girl. She always claimed that she had 'connections', though it was hard to pull the 'connections' thing on Gale when her own father was a high-ranking civil servant in London.
The canned drink had to wait. Especially since the two flunkies that flanked Felicity had already begun to resort to violence. Gale didn't hurry towards Felicity, though her pose and gaze told anyone everything they needed to know about her intentions. One of Felicity's lackeys glanced in Gale's direction, and her face twisted in horror.
"It-it's that bastard girl! Gale!"
Felicity gulped as she looked to her side to confirm. But for the moment, she held her ground. Felicity stood at 5 foot 1 inch, and she had least had some backbone to withstand her fear of someone that towered over her. Less could be said about her lackeys, who turned tail and fled. Felicity looked liked she wanted to scream at them to return, but Gale's presence was a greater priority.
"You- you, you should know, that t-this..." Felicity stammered. She was pointing at Charlotte, almost about to reveal her secret. Gale said nothing, but she cracked her knuckles.
"Guess what, princess bitch? My knuckle's going to get to know ya' real well. It's not frowned upon if a girl beats up another girl. I don't care if your bitchiness makes ya' whine about someone else's new car!"
Felicity swallowed another painful gulp of her own saliva, and turned around. She gave Charlotte a look that clearly meant 'this isn't over' before fleeing.
Gale grinned to herself, and stood in front of the vending machine beside the one Charlotte operated.
"Ugh, no change again?!" she moaned, before realising that Charlotte was beside her. She extended an open palm towards Charlotte, grinning sheepishly. "Could ya' lend me a coin or two? I don't want this machine to cheat me."
Her thoughts were interrupted by the words of another girl, though words were a generous way to describe the speaking of Felicity. Felicity and Gale had bad blood, ever since Gale stopped her from going 'alpha-bitch' all over some other girl. She always claimed that she had 'connections', though it was hard to pull the 'connections' thing on Gale when her own father was a high-ranking civil servant in London.
The canned drink had to wait. Especially since the two flunkies that flanked Felicity had already begun to resort to violence. Gale didn't hurry towards Felicity, though her pose and gaze told anyone everything they needed to know about her intentions. One of Felicity's lackeys glanced in Gale's direction, and her face twisted in horror.
"It-it's that bastard girl! Gale!"
Felicity gulped as she looked to her side to confirm. But for the moment, she held her ground. Felicity stood at 5 foot 1 inch, and she had least had some backbone to withstand her fear of someone that towered over her. Less could be said about her lackeys, who turned tail and fled. Felicity looked liked she wanted to scream at them to return, but Gale's presence was a greater priority.
"You- you, you should know, that t-this..." Felicity stammered. She was pointing at Charlotte, almost about to reveal her secret. Gale said nothing, but she cracked her knuckles.
"Guess what, princess bitch? My knuckle's going to get to know ya' real well. It's not frowned upon if a girl beats up another girl. I don't care if your bitchiness makes ya' whine about someone else's new car!"
Felicity swallowed another painful gulp of her own saliva, and turned around. She gave Charlotte a look that clearly meant 'this isn't over' before fleeing.
Gale grinned to herself, and stood in front of the vending machine beside the one Charlotte operated.
"Ugh, no change again?!" she moaned, before realising that Charlotte was beside her. She extended an open palm towards Charlotte, grinning sheepishly. "Could ya' lend me a coin or two? I don't want this machine to cheat me."
Ugh, sorry. I think I'll probably have to drop this, though you would have figured out by now. Sorry.
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