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Empire of the Clouds

Yuri Kasrikos

Yuri was in the landing field of the Aerodrome as some began arriving, fleeing from the growing chaos. He wasn't surprised, base security had deserted for the most part yesterday. Lucky for the lieutenant his chosen getaway vehicle was not untethered early, he had already loaded and squirreled away his things there so he could lay low. Unlucky part was it was going to be untethered soon, and was rising from the ground.

The signalman was sprinting across the open field towards #27, his air service fatigues rippling in the not-ignorable crosswinds. He was shouting over "Hey! Wait! Wait!" as his lungs burned and legs thundered in urgent bounds. He lept up to the lowered ladder, the lift hadnt put it out of reach yet, but it would be soon as the bouyancy began to shift. He was a fit man, and pulled himself up the ladder with a ferocity.

He would not be left to the Calarians, he had the closest thing to a front row seat to the collapse of the Imperial Army as someone in the capital could have had, reports of broken lines, airship reconnaissance, and confused commands crossed his wires for the last two weeks. He knew only death and chaos would come for him, and as he made it to the top of the ladder, he had a small smile between heaving puffs of breath. He had survived, he had escaped... he had deserted.

The significance of that was not lost on Yuri as he found himself regarding an army captain, his expression evening in a brief lull. He wasn't sure who this man was, but he would raise a salute "Captain." In acknowledgment "Lieutenant Kasrikos, Imperial Air Service Signal Corps, sir." He'd offer sternly in introduction, waiting for acknowledgment even now. Clearly this soldier did not believe the chain of command ever truly failed.

"Glad you had good taste in escape method, wasn't sure if she'd ever take off again."

Empire of the Clouds

Yuri Kasrikos

Character Description

Name: Second Lieutenant Yurios “Yuri” Kasrikos
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Nationality: Inburian
Appearance:

Appearance

Prim and proper, the young lieutenant has a ghost of a pencil moustache and aquiline features. Only a small amount of fat in the face and lack of muscle keeps him from looking truly imposing. Blonde hair and blue eyes are pale and slightly dull. He carries himself with firm posture and presence. He stands at 5’9” and 160 lbs
Personal Effects:
Maps and Compass
Several IAS Uniforms
Deck of Playing Cards
A Dozen Handles of Rum
Stavros Mk VI Revolver

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Background:

What is your job Staff Officer/Communications Officer
Backstory: Son of an Inburian banker and a daughter of a Pobryn merchant, Urios was born into the lap of luxury. Unfortunately, this blessing was very quickly blunted by the sudden suicide of his father when he was 10 years old, with the cause being fairly apparent when him and his mother needed to sell his childhood home and move into the slums of Inbur. Taking up work for the telegraph office, Yuri would take quickly to social climbing. By the time he was 16, he was operating the telegraphs and providing for his mother. This clawing for his own wealth and prominence from a young age would only be rewarded with tragedy for the young man, whose mother would die of tuberculosis shortly before his 17th birthday.

Set adrift, the young man would begin spiraling into depression and alcoholism. It was at the insistence of the stationmaster at the telegraph for him to sign himself into the Imperial Air Service. He needed discipline he never really had, and people who would have his back. Yuri did not agree, but when he was threatened with being fired, he relented. With a letter of recommendation and a sharp mind backed with impressive test scores, he entered the Signal Corps as an officer cadet.

In the Service he was quick to learn the tools of his trade, they felt natural and familiar to him, just as much, he was able to blend in with the proper manners of a gentlemen officer, which was able to cover for his less gentlemanly proclivities and half-foreign heritage. He made a good group of friends among them, and graduated officer training school with honors. His first station was appropriately illustrious: the Inbur Aerodrome was the greatest posting one could reasonably expect for a signals officer, short of the intercontinental cables and royal stations which were beyond the reach of a relatively unconnected lieutenant.

When the invasion began, Yuri was eager to prove himself and asked to be rotated to combat service aboard the airships, but his request was not acknowledged in the chaotic collapse of lines. When the revolutionaries arrived, and his CO was missing, he decided to take up his new station with those fleeing the chaos. Having now seen his home overtaken and his family gone, the young technical officer finds himself abandoning his post and entering a life that his own to define.

Empire of the Clouds

Yuri Kasrikos

Character Description

Name: Second Lieutenant Yurios “Yuri” Kasrikos
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Nationality: Inburian
Appearance:

Appearance

Prim and proper, the young lieutenant has a ghost of a pencil moustache and aquiline features. Only a small amount of fat in the face and lack of muscle keeps him from looking truly imposing. Blonde hair and blue eyes are pale and slightly dull. He carries himself with firm posture and presence. He stands at 5’9” and 160 lbs
Personal Effects:
Maps and Compass
Several IAS Uniforms
Deck of Playing Cards
A Dozen Handles of Rum
Stavros Mk VI Revolver

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Background:

What is your job Staff Officer/Communications Officer
Backstory: Son of an Inburian banker and a daughter of a Pobryn merchant, Urios was born into the lap of luxury. Unfortunately, this blessing was very quickly blunted by the sudden suicide of his father when he was 10 years old, with the cause being fairly apparent when him and his mother needed to sell his childhood home and move into the slums of Inbur. Taking up work for the telegraph office, Yuri would take quickly to social climbing. By the time he was 16, he was operating the telegraphs and providing for his mother. This clawing for his own wealth and prominence from a young age would only be rewarded with tragedy for the young man, whose mother would die of tuberculosis shortly before his 17th birthday.

Set adrift, the young man would begin spiraling into depression and alcoholism. It was at the insistence of the stationmaster at the telegraph for him to sign himself into the Imperial Air Service. He needed discipline he never really had, and people who would have his back. Yuri did not agree, but when he was threatened with being fired, he relented. With a letter of recommendation and a sharp mind backed with impressive test scores, he entered the Signal Corps as an officer cadet.

In the Service he was quick to learn the tools of his trade, they felt natural and familiar to him, just as much, he was able to blend in with the proper manners of a gentlemen officer, which was able to cover for his less gentlemanly proclivities and half-foreign heritage. He made a good group of friends among them, and graduated officer training school with honors. His first station was appropriately illustrious: the Inbur Aerodrome was the greatest posting one could reasonably expect for a signals officer, short of the intercontinental cables and royal stations which were beyond the reach of a relatively unconnected lieutenant.

When the invasion began, Yuri was eager to prove himself and asked to be rotated to combat service aboard the airships, but his request was not acknowledged in the chaotic collapse of lines. When the revolutionaries arrived, and his CO was missing, he decided to take up his new station with those fleeing the chaos. Having now seen his home overtaken and his family gone, the young technical officer finds himself abandoning his post and entering a life that his own to define.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Nikolai Freiherr

Character Description

Name: Nikolai Freiherr
Gender: M
Age: 37
Nationality: Russian (Baltic Germanic)
Appearance: A rugged but surprisingly scrawny man, Nikolai has unruly blonde hair and blue eyes. He is pretty tall, well over six foot and borderline lanky. He keeps himself moderately well groomed.
Personal Effects: Mauser Pistol, A journal, 3 hardcover books without titles, couple changes of clothes, dress uniform and sabre, some fine jewelry, and opium

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Background:

What is your job: Soldier turned Socialite, Nikolai has been trying to carouse his way into the graces of the Junkers to limited success.
Backstory: Nikolai has been a man whose life has always been a bit supernatural. Born a lesser Estonian Noble in Austria to a German Mother, he was raised in an island castle with pseudo-medieval outlooks with pseudo-medieval sensibilities. Their militarist stylings resulted in Nikolai going to military schooling, where some minor sociopathic tendencies presented themselves in terrorizing his fellow students before going to university at St. Petersburg, where he was introduced to Theosophy and Mysticism, something that would remain strong in his life. His studies were interrupted by the Russo-Japanese war, which he enlisted for when his school refused to send him as an officer.

In the far east, his occult curiosities were only encouraged, and war proved a natural environment for his newfound practices. He saw combat during the battle of Shaho, and earned some distinction. Returning to Saint Petersburg at the age of 20, he was regarded as a war hero, which while overblown was enough for him to eventually graduate with a little distinction. More distinct was his ties to the occult community in the region, which was growing in the face of perceived decadence.

Upon earning his commission, he volunteered for a station in Manchuria, where he would be able to explore his perverted faith, further develop his occult reputation both locally and back West, and enjoy the privileges of rank. Taking up command of a Cossack unit, he became an enthusiastic and creative cavalry officer. He would advance for nearly a decade to a company rank of Sotnick before the outbreak of a war that was not kind to cavalry officers.

His service in the war and the following revolution became a blur of blood and steel, one he is very guarded about and often contradictory. All that is known is that he served on the Caucasus front until the revolution, where he then joined the white army. He fought until 1921, leaving him one of the last diehard holdouts to eventually break. He escaped Soviet persecution, and returned to the land of his mother.

For the last two years, he has ingratiated himself with anti-communists and freikorps members, and has even managed to restore some ties to his occult fellows who were not purged by the reds. The instability in Germany is of grave concern to him, and he remains a staunch monarchist, which has earned him the somewhat-good graces of benefactors. It is hard to tell how much of the man is a myth, but he asserts himself as an honest man.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

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Character Description

Name: Nikolai Freiherr
Gender: M
Age: 37
Nationality: Russian (Baltic Germanic)
Appearance: A rugged but surprisingly scrawny man, Nikolai has unruly blonde hair and blue eyes. He is pretty tall, well over six foot and borderline lanky. He keeps himself moderately well groomed.
Personal Effects: Mauser Pistol, A journal, 3 hardcover books without titles, couple changes of clothes, dress uniform and sabre, some fine jewelry, and opium

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Background:

What is your job: Soldier turned Socialite, Nikolai has been trying to carouse his way into the graces of the Junkers to limited success.
Backstory: Nikolai has been a man whose life has always been a bit supernatural. Born a lesser Estonian Noble in Austria to a German Mother, he was raised in an island castle with pseudo-medieval outlooks with pseudo-medieval sensibilities. Their militarist stylings resulted in Nikolai going to military schooling, where some minor sociopathic tendencies presented themselves in terrorizing his fellow students before going to university at St. Petersburg, where he was introduced to Theosophy and Mysticism, something that would remain strong in his life. His studies were interrupted by the Russo-Japanese war, which he enlisted for when his school refused to send him as an officer.

In the far east, his occult curiosities were only encouraged, and war proved a natural environment for his newfound practices. He saw combat during the battle of Shaho, and earned some distinction. Returning to Saint Petersburg at the age of 20, he was regarded as a war hero, which while overblown was enough for him to eventually graduate with a little distinction. More distinct was his ties to the occult community in the region, which was growing in the face of perceived decadence.

Upon earning his commission, he volunteered for a station in Manchuria, where he would be able to explore his perverted faith, further develop his occult reputation both locally and back West, and enjoy the privileges of rank. Taking up command of a Cossack unit, he became an enthusiastic and creative cavalry officer. He would advance for nearly a decade to a company rank of Sotnick before the outbreak of a war that was not kind to cavalry officers.

His service in the war and the following revolution became a blur of blood and steel, one he is very guarded about and often contradictory. All that is known is that he served on the Caucasus front until the revolution, where he then joined the white army. He fought until 1921, leaving him one of the last diehard holdouts to eventually break. He escaped Soviet persecution, and returned to the land of his mother.

For the last two years, he has ingratiated himself with anti-communists and freikorps members, and has even managed to restore some ties to his occult fellows who were not purged by the reds. The instability in Germany is of grave concern to him, and he remains a staunch monarchist, which has earned him the somewhat-good graces of benefactors. It is hard to tell how much of the man is a myth, but he asserts himself as an honest man.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

You have my interest. Going to start an app for a white russian nobleman on the run.

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Derek had begun to nod off after getting absolutely trounced by the wave-dashing terror. He still hadn't figured out how to beat Ava, and probably never would. Nevertheless as the gaggle began towards his most precious of additions to the frat house, he'd strip down to boxers and sandals, skinnyfat body on display. He was smiling like a million drachma by the time he made it out to his baby. He'd give Ava a whistle before addressing Helmut "Whatever it needs to!" he'd slide into the bubbling water next to Harper right before the flash.

"Or maybe not..." He'd look around the sun-blasted lands. He'd squint out, the tub out on flat ground giving them an okay view from the warm water. There was a small town not far away at the bank of a medium-sized river.

"Huh, not a bad pick, I'd have tried to mess around with the location dials though!" he'd say, pausing for a moment, licking his finger and holding it up to the windage "Think you got us about a hundred-fifty years back."

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Derek was having a pretty great day, whatever days were anymore for the time-strained teen. Wearing his authentic bomber jacket, navy blue with a brown fur collar over a white tee to match his blue jeans and converses. He had a glass bottle of… something in his hand, the brown glass lacking any label or markings. Seeing the boys crowding around the TV with the blue relic of times he might not even be able to reach got him to crack a smile.

“Yo, got room for me to get in on this?” he says in a chipper tone, reaching into his pocket and slamming a 20 dollar bill with Grover Cleveland on it before taking it back and putting down a different one with Harriet Tubman. He’d take up the controller in one hand, slamming back a deep drink from it, a smell reminiscent of diesel coming off of the bottle. He was always eager enough to get a game in, throwing himself back into the couch and kicking his feet up onto the low table in front of it, next to the baggies Abisu had provided.

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Derek Marcher

Character Description

Name: Derek Marcher
Nationality: American (Coloradan)
Sex: M
Age: 18?
Appearance:

Strengths and Weaknesses

Speciality: Artifice
Any Unique Spell:
Time Jump: Derek has mastered the most dangerous and powerful of magics, the ability to travel through time itself. It’s a path fraught with danger and paradox which could destroy him utterly. Despite this, Derek does not remember how he learned this magic, or much of how it works, and he claimed to have learned it on a peyote trip outside of Aspen.

What he does know is as follows:
1) He can remember when he (or someone he sends to a time they should not be using this magic) is and can hop directly to their time and place.
2) If he (or anyone else) ever sees himself (or themselves) when travelling, he will have incredibly poor memory of the jaunt.
3) He can kind of control the place he hops to, usually with better accuracy if he has a person he’s trying to see.
4) He doesn’t seem to age much when time hopping

Non-Magical Skills: Drumming, Procrastination, Fist Fighting, Miscellaneous Skills (Irrelevant past stuff like carriage driving, slave pit fighting, ecumenical law, and the like)
Misc. Weaknesses: Memory, Magic, Academics

Background:

Major: History
Backstory: Derek’s been through a lot, to be honest, more than any 18-year-old has any right to have been through. Developing magical aptitude rather late in life compared to other wizards, he enrolled late into magic high school where he was an underachieving student. The Senior Year of high school was a blur for him, one he doesn’t really remember much of beyond fleeting names and factoids, but he graduated and had a good enough magical aptitude, so it must have gone alright, right?

In truth, he has had numerous adventures into the past, most of which he doesn’t remember properly. His stoner lifestyle coupled with the unfortunate side effects of his power have left him more than a little scatterbrained. Who knows what freshman year will bring?

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Character Description

Name: Derek Marcher
Nationality: American (Coloradan)
Sex: M
Age: 18?
Appearance:

Strengths and Weaknesses

Speciality: Artifice
Any Unique Spell:
Time Jump: Derek has mastered the most dangerous and powerful of magics, the ability to travel through time itself. It’s a path fraught with danger and paradox which could destroy him utterly. Despite this, Derek does not remember how he learned this magic, or much of how it works, and he claimed to have learned it on a peyote trip outside of Aspen.

What he does know is as follows:
1) He can remember when he (or someone he sends to a time they should not be using this magic) is and can hop directly to their time and place.
2) If he (or anyone else) ever sees himself (or themselves) when travelling, he will have incredibly poor memory of the jaunt.
3) He can kind of control the place he hops to, usually with better accuracy if he has a person he’s trying to see.
4) He doesn’t seem to age much when time hopping

Non-Magical Skills: Drumming, Procrastination, Fist Fighting, Miscellaneous Skills (Irrelevant past stuff like carriage driving, slave pit fighting, ecumenical law, and the like)
Misc. Weaknesses: Memory, Magic, Academics

Background:

Major: History
Backstory: Derek’s been through a lot, to be honest, more than any 18-year-old has any right to have been through. Developing magical aptitude rather late in life compared to other wizards, he enrolled late into magic high school where he was an underachieving student. The Senior Year of high school was a blur for him, one he doesn’t really remember much of beyond fleeting names and factoids, but he graduated and had a good enough magical aptitude, so it must have gone alright, right?

In truth, he has had numerous adventures into the past, most of which he doesn’t remember properly. His stoner lifestyle coupled with the unfortunate side effects of his power have left him more than a little scatterbrained. Who knows what freshman year will bring?