Lucas offered little more than a shrug at Roy's first question, chances are he didn't want to know more, and it seems that was the case as he moved on to his next point. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between Risa and Roy. "Well, assuming Argus might be turning, you think what, they might've helped blow up the UN?" He questioned, the idea was something he would have considered absurd, but thinking it through, it wasn't so far fetched. For an organization who specialized in the kind of work as destablizing regimes and causing chaos, bombing the UN wasn't remotely out of the realm of possibility, especially if they were working with this group.
"And at least we know for sure now that bombing wasn't for me or Risa, doubt she'd have helped us otherwise, if she's involved." Lucas theorized with a shrug as he moved closer to look over the images as well, picking up the ones of the roller derby in particular as he sighed, shrugging as he looked over to the others. "Any idea where she'd be now? Just at the hospital?"
Scott Fairburne
Location:AfterDark
"Glass of water it is, my friend." Scott said as he grabbed a class, bringing it to the sink to fill it up, not bothering with the ice as requested as he set it back down on the counter before Mali, turning to Relic as he spoke up again. Giving him a nod. "Opened a little while ago, what's the order?" He asked, moving to fill up another glass with some cola and ice as he set it back down, moving to get the order ready in case he did fancy eating something.
While he waited, he let his eyes drift further up the bar, back toward Trisha, she seemed to be having an interesting discussion, as was essentially any discussion she seemed to have in that bar. He noticed as she slipped the man she was with an envelope, at that point turning his gaze away, whatever kind of business she, or the people she was speaking with were involved in, it was the kind he didn't like.
Name: Nathan Edward Darcy Social Class: Gentry (Knight) Age: 31 Birthday: Feb-12, 1792 Nationality: Welsh Birth Place: Swansea, Wales Residence: Dartfire Estate, Rother, Sussex, England Gender: Male Education: Private Education Income Source: Inheritance Native Language: English
Appearance
Height: 6'1" Weight: 176lbs Build: Muscular, Athletic Eyes: Blue, thin almond shape Hair: Dark Brown, short and straight. Skin Tone: Sunkissed Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Japanese characters Tattoo'd across back. Personal Style: In a private setting, Nathan tends to dress in particularly oriental clothing such as a Kimono, particularly in line with much of the training and upbringing he has received. However, when he goes out and is among the company of others of his station, he wears more appropriate clothing, trousers, shirts and jackets which suit his station, not too overly expensvie but certainly not a paupers clothing. Overall, he chooses comfort over anything, however.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: What one would expect from Nathan through looks is more or less not what one would get. The influence on Nathan from spending much of his life away from home in Japan shows, as he adopts much of Japanese culture and mannerism into his general personality. A remarkably polite man, Nathan is soft-spoken, but knows very well how to make himself known if the situation requires it. Above all, Nathan admires Honour, and his view of this can be very narrow and restricting, it is rare for someone to entirely fit within his categorization. When discussing Honour and its merits, Nathan is prone to becoming overly philosophical, and it can be difficult to hold a conversation with him without him making something of a pretentious comment, making him somewhat frustrating.
Whenever and wherever he can, Nathan seeks to help whoever he may, always viewing the good in people where he can, Nathan is an immensely kind and caring individual, just as content to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea with an enemy as with a friend. This kindness can go to extreme lengths though, falling in line with his own codes of honour, Nathan will go through anything to assist others, even putting himself at extreme risk. However, this makes him an incredibly loyal individual, particularly to those he is close with, as there is nothing he would not to for those he is close to. Getting so close to him can be difficult however, ever the recluse, Nathan prefers to remain in the background, quietly observing as opposed to speaking out. Habits:
Humming a soft tune to himself
Dusting off his shoulders
Hobbies:
Meditation
Fears:
Fire
Wasps
Loss of Knowledge
Likes:
String Music
Peace and Quiet, the perfect meditation atmosphere
Cats
Cherry Blossoms
Honourable and Respectable Folk
Intelligence
Dislikes:
Ignorance
Overly Hot Weather
Firearms
Dishonourable Folk
Anyone who tries to convert him
Unecessary Violence
Cards On The Table
General Skills:
Cultural Knowledge (Japanese/Shinto)
History - Japan
Negotiation
Cool-headedness
Court Etiquette
Sketching
Instrument (Biwa)
Horseback riding
Climbing
Dueling
Reading
Swimming
Trained Skills:
Language - Japanese
Burēdorōdo
Shadōtoyūgō
Shinobaransu
Shinorinri
Kyū Kaze
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing - A Black Haori worn over a simple white buttoned shirt, tan gentleman's trousers and black jackboots.
Small Tea kit - Cup, bottle, tea leaves
Katana
Katana Sheath on Belt
Wakizashi
Wakizashi Sheath on the Small of his back
Residence:
Shinto Shrine
Biwa
Tea-Making tools
Collection of Incense
Collection of Japanese Swords
Whetstones
Tategaki Materials
Kimonos
Suit of Traditional Samurai Armour
Collection of Philosophical Texts
Ikko - Housecat
History
Family History: If one looks back far enough, the respected and honourable Darcy family has a far more cruel, almost barbaric history. Once a number of bandits and raiders, the Darcy's were eventually hired by different lords, becoming mercenaries renowned for their excellent skill as fighters and leaders. Although for a long time they were not 'knights' or indebted to any one lord or family, they eventually became members of the Landed Gentry, granted a Keep in Southern Wales.
Since then, the Darcy family has grown in their standing, taking on far more honourable roles as knights, training soldiers and fighters across Great Britain for the Crown. Still they hold an immense reputation for their ability to fight, and the name 'Darcy' has become so known across the British Isles for such ability.
Your personal life: The youngest born, and least physically capable son born to his parents, Nathan's father was met with a dilemma to do in regards to the child. Wishing to retain his family's reputation, but not wishing to shun or hide his child from the world if he did not meet those expectations, his father instead decided to send Nathan far away for training, in the hope that his weak childhood would be turned around, and to get rid of him if it did not.
Arriving in Japan at only age seven, Nathan was brought to train with the Shimazu swordsmen and was placed under the tutelage of Kouki Shimazu, a former Samurai and Buddhist monk. Kouki spent a great deal of time training Nathan's mind before he ever touched a sword. Nathan was provided an education in science, history, philosophy and religion, shaping the man he would become and the culture he would surround himself in for much of his life. By the time he had turned twelve, Nathan had still never touched a sword, but had already trained both his body and his mind to fit among the Shimazu.
Nathan exceeded expectations when he finally began to train with a blade at age thirteen, matching his first opponents, he was quickly brought to higher and higher levels as he seemed to quickly understand and take to heart the advice and instruction he was given. Nathan trained with a variety of different blades, taught by different Shimazu swordmasters, but he was always tutored first and foremost by Kouki, who had so far done exactly as he had hoped, by shaping the young student into a swordsman before he had ever touched a blade.
By the time he turned eighteen, Nathan had reached the point where his training was complete and he could not be trained further. To congratulate him, Kouki gave Nathan his old Samurai armour as a gift, which Nathan wore through much of the rest of his time in Japan. He did not return to Wales for a while after his training was complete. Wandering across Japan, he sought to hone his skills further by working as a Samurai, helping small towns with local bandits or lords with feuds and disputes. Nathan eventually spent some time in the seclusion of the mountains, converting to Shinto and spending much of his time among the Ikko-Ikki monks.
When he finally returned, Nathan was vastly different to the rest of his family, and he found himself immensely detached, as few of them really fit into his consideration of what was honourable. Eventually, he chose to leave Wales, using the inheritance his father had still provided him with to build an estate for himself in Sussex, settling down to spend his days in meditation and practice.
What you want for your life: Nathan's desire in life is simple. He has no particular desire for anything material, nor for any major plans such as marriage or children, though he would not be opposed to them. Rather, Nathan simply wishes to return to Japan, into the mountain monasteries where he had spent much of his time in peace. He simply wishes to remain in peace, meditating and practicing, away from the evil and darkness of the world.
Extras
Character Quote(s): "Action is always greater than inaction." Theme Song:MUSE - Knights of Cydonia Anything Else:
Nathan converted to, and is an avid follower of Shinto-Buddhist beliefs following his time in Japan.
Mail call. The most painfully dull, slow, inefficient and generally unneeded aspect of the German Army, or any military organization for that matter. To some of the others in his squad, returning from a long field exercise to the mail which had been held from them was a welcome treat, but Joel just wanted to find an actual, comfortable bed and fall asleep.
"Obergefreiter Gott." The Administrative Corporal droned on as he went down the list in his hand, a small stack of letters in his hand.
"Ja." An equally droning voice sounded from beside Joel, the man in question. He received his mail and moved off away from the group, idly flicking through bills and junk mail for anything of actual interest. The second he was out of his peripherals, Joel didn't care, he just wanted to hear his name so he could go to his bunk and pass out.
"Hauptgefreiter Grau." The Corporal continued with the next name - the one Joel had been waiting for, he glanced momentarily to the man's hand, he held a selection of letters, but under-arm was a box, intricately carved with golden latches - he wasn't one for antiques, so he doubted it had been sent to him as any sort of gift, but he didn't know anyone who would send packages in such a manner.
"Ja." Joel finally responded, moving toward the Corporal to retrieve his mail. Originally he couldn't have cared less what his mail was, but as he carried it back toward his bunk and looked over the box - ignoring the confused glances and stares from the others in the barrack - he built quite the intrigue toward it. Tossing aside his other letters as insignificant in comparison, Joel sat down on his bunk, setting the box in his lap, he figured if it had made it this far into the base he resided in, it wasn't dangerous to any degree. Or, rather, Joel assumed it wasn't dangerous.
Gently, he set his finger and thumb on the gold pin, pulling it from the latch as he slowly and delicately lifted the lid, peering within. This was seeming less and less like something that would've been intended for him. Crimson velvet padded lining, and a trifolded piece of thick paper? This was an awfully over-complicated way for someone to be sending him a letter. But it was certainly not a letter, as Joel soon realised. Opening it, he had to do a double take as he looked over the two tickets he held, from Munich to Paris, and a boarding pass for the Orient Express.
Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! You're accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express.
Sincerely, Your Provider
As he sat and read the letter, Joel gathered somewhat of an audience, a few of his friends and comrades moving over to his bunk to peer over his shoulder at what was before him, a few unimpressed or unknowing 'huh' sounds coming from the majority as they moved on to other things. Joel, on the other hand, was simply confused. Why had he been picked? He'd been told a while ago that he should take some leave, the man hadn't since his third deployment, so he certainly would have been able to get the time off for this little 'vacation' - but Joel still groaned.
"How do I even explain this to the Oberleutnant?"
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The Notebook
Nathan Darcy
"For me, the true question is; 'what is worth fighting for?'"
❅Kouki Shimazu❅ "The greatest teacher a man could ask for."
Nathan took quickly to Kouki as both a spiritual and physical guide when he began his training under him. In many ways, Kouki was the father figure that Nathan's real father never took, he modeled much of his being off Kouki, idolizing and growing to care deeply for him as a paternal figure. Nathan still holds dear the suit of armour Kouki gifted him, taking good care of it whenever he isn't wearing it for combat or training. Similarly does he hold to many of the traditions he learned from Kouki. From time to time he still writes his old tutor and friend, but the distance has meant the two communicate far less.
☯/❦ Harold Darcy ❦/☯ "He is my father, no more, no less."
Nathan has no particular animosity to his father, and gets along with him just fine. However, since he was sent off to his training at a young age, he never really viewed his father as a paternal figure. The two are immensely different in many ways, however, both understand this, and make no particular effort to dispute or change the other. Between both there is a sort of feeling of lost time, but there is little else, as they do not see each other much.
☯ Fyror Kildragon ☯ "An eager learner, and a worthwhile student."
Nathan encountered Fyror very shortly after he completed his training with the Shimazu. They did not speak for long, but were in each others' company long enough for Nathan to offer Fyror some basic tutelage, particularly in spiritual manners, and with the blade. They left on amenable terms, but have not had the chance to see each other again since.
✿ Millicent Wyndham ✿ "Certainly the most enjoyable company of her family."
Nathan first encountered Milli through her step-mother and sisters, at an event where her sisters were thrust upon him in an attempt at courting. When Milli stepped in to protect her sisters, Nathan instantly understood the situation, and found himself more engaged with Milli's company in no time. The two have a relatively friendly relationship, and see each other fairly often. They train together from time to time, and he assists her in ensuring her sisters are protected.
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Name: Nathan Edward Darcy Social Class: Gentry (Knight) Age: 31 Birthday: Feb-12, 1792 Nationality: Welsh Birth Place: Swansea, Wales Residence: Dartfire Estate, Rother, Sussex, England Gender: Male Education: Private Education Income Source: Inheritance Native Language: English
Appearance
Height: 6'1" Weight: 176lbs Build: Muscular, Athletic Eyes: Blue, thin almond shape Hair: Dark Brown, short and straight. Skin Tone: Sunkissed Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Japanese characters Tattoo'd across back. Personal Style: In a private setting, Nathan tends to dress in particularly oriental clothing such as a Kimono, particularly in line with much of the training and upbringing he has received. However, when he goes out and is among the company of others of his station, he wears more appropriate clothing, trousers, shirts and jackets which suit his station, not too overly expensvie but certainly not a paupers clothing. Overall, he chooses comfort over anything, however.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: What one would expect from Nathan through looks is more or less not what one would get. The influence on Nathan from spending much of his life away from home in Japan shows, as he adopts much of Japanese culture and mannerism into his general personality. A remarkably polite man, Nathan is soft-spoken, but knows very well how to make himself known if the situation requires it. Above all, Nathan admires Honour, and his view of this can be very narrow and restricting, it is rare for someone to entirely fit within his categorization. When discussing Honour and its merits, Nathan is prone to becoming overly philosophical, and it can be difficult to hold a conversation with him without him making something of a pretentious comment, making him somewhat frustrating.
Whenever and wherever he can, Nathan seeks to help whoever he may, always viewing the good in people where he can, Nathan is an immensely kind and caring individual, just as content to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea with an enemy as with a friend. This kindness can go to extreme lengths though, falling in line with his own codes of honour, Nathan will go through anything to assist others, even putting himself at extreme risk. However, this makes him an incredibly loyal individual, particularly to those he is close with, as there is nothing he would not to for those he is close to. Getting so close to him can be difficult however, ever the recluse, Nathan prefers to remain in the background, quietly observing as opposed to speaking out. Habits:
Humming a soft tune to himself
Dusting off his shoulders
Hobbies:
Meditation
Fears:
Fire
Wasps
Loss of Knowledge
Likes:
String Music
Peace and Quiet, the perfect meditation atmosphere
Cats
Cherry Blossoms
Honourable and Respectable Folk
Intelligence
Dislikes:
Ignorance
Overly Hot Weather
Firearms
Dishonourable Folk
Anyone who tries to convert him
Unecessary Violence
Cards On The Table
General Skills:
Cultural Knowledge (Japanese/Shinto)
History - Japan
Negotiation
Cool-headedness
Court Etiquette
Sketching
Instrument (Biwa)
Horseback riding
Climbing
Dueling
Reading
Swimming
Trained Skills:
Language - Japanese
Burēdorōdo
Shadōtoyūgō
Shinobaransu
Shinorinri
Kyū Kaze
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing - A Black Haori worn over a simple white buttoned shirt, tan gentleman's trousers and black jackboots.
Small Tea kit - Cup, bottle, tea leaves
Katana
Katana Sheath on Belt
Wakizashi
Wakizashi Sheath on the Small of his back
Residence:
Shinto Shrine
Biwa
Tea-Making tools
Collection of Incense
Collection of Japanese Swords
Whetstones
Tategaki Materials
Kimonos
Suit of Traditional Samurai Armour
Collection of Philosophical Texts
Ikko - Housecat
History
Family History: If one looks back far enough, the respected and honourable Darcy family has a far more cruel, almost barbaric history. Once a number of bandits and raiders, the Darcy's were eventually hired by different lords, becoming mercenaries renowned for their excellent skill as fighters and leaders. Although for a long time they were not 'knights' or indebted to any one lord or family, they eventually became members of the Landed Gentry, granted a Keep in Southern Wales.
Since then, the Darcy family has grown in their standing, taking on far more honourable roles as knights, training soldiers and fighters across Great Britain for the Crown. Still they hold an immense reputation for their ability to fight, and the name 'Darcy' has become so known across the British Isles for such ability.
Your personal life: The youngest born, and least physically capable son born to his parents, Nathan's father was met with a dilemma to do in regards to the child. Wishing to retain his family's reputation, but not wishing to shun or hide his child from the world if he did not meet those expectations, his father instead decided to send Nathan far away for training, in the hope that his weak childhood would be turned around, and to get rid of him if it did not.
Arriving in Japan at only age seven, Nathan was brought to train with the Shimazu swordsmen and was placed under the tutelage of Kouki Shimazu, a former Samurai and Buddhist monk. Kouki spent a great deal of time training Nathan's mind before he ever touched a sword. Nathan was provided an education in science, history, philosophy and religion, shaping the man he would become and the culture he would surround himself in for much of his life. By the time he had turned twelve, Nathan had still never touched a sword, but had already trained both his body and his mind to fit among the Shimazu.
Nathan exceeded expectations when he finally began to train with a blade at age thirteen, matching his first opponents, he was quickly brought to higher and higher levels as he seemed to quickly understand and take to heart the advice and instruction he was given. Nathan trained with a variety of different blades, taught by different Shimazu swordmasters, but he was always tutored first and foremost by Kouki, who had so far done exactly as he had hoped, by shaping the young student into a swordsman before he had ever touched a blade.
By the time he turned eighteen, Nathan had reached the point where his training was complete and he could not be trained further. To congratulate him, Kouki gave Nathan his old Samurai armour as a gift, which Nathan wore through much of the rest of his time in Japan. He did not return to Wales for a while after his training was complete. Wandering across Japan, he sought to hone his skills further by working as a Samurai, helping small towns with local bandits or lords with feuds and disputes. Nathan eventually spent some time in the seclusion of the mountains, converting to Shinto and spending much of his time among the Ikko-Ikki monks.
When he finally returned, Nathan was vastly different to the rest of his family, and he found himself immensely detached, as few of them really fit into his consideration of what was honourable. Eventually, he chose to leave Wales, using the inheritance his father had still provided him with to build an estate for himself in Sussex, settling down to spend his days in meditation and practice.
What you want for your life: Nathan's desire in life is simple. He has no particular desire for anything material, nor for any major plans such as marriage or children, though he would not be opposed to them. Rather, Nathan simply wishes to return to Japan, into the mountain monasteries where he had spent much of his time in peace. He simply wishes to remain in peace, meditating and practicing, away from the evil and darkness of the world.
Extras
Character Quote(s): "Action is always greater than inaction." Theme Song:MUSE - Knights of Cydonia Anything Else:
Nathan converted to, and is an avid follower of Shinto-Buddhist beliefs following his time in Japan.
Mail call. The most painfully dull, slow, inefficient and generally unneeded aspect of the German Army, or any military organization for that matter. To some of the others in his squad, returning from a long field exercise to the mail which had been held from them was a welcome treat, but Joel just wanted to find an actual, comfortable bed and fall asleep.
"Obergefreiter Gott." The Administrative Corporal droned on as he went down the list in his hand, a small stack of letters in his hand.
"Ja." An equally droning voice sounded from beside Joel, the man in question. He received his mail and moved off away from the group, idly flicking through bills and junk mail for anything of actual interest. The second he was out of his peripherals, Joel didn't care, he just wanted to hear his name so he could go to his bunk and pass out.
"Hauptgefreiter Grau." The Corporal continued with the next name - the one Joel had been waiting for, he glanced momentarily to the man's hand, he held a selection of letters, but under-arm was a box, intricately carved with golden latches - he wasn't one for antiques, so he doubted it had been sent to him as any sort of gift, but he didn't know anyone who would send packages in such a manner.
"Ja." Joel finally responded, moving toward the Corporal to retrieve his mail. Originally he couldn't have cared less what his mail was, but as he carried it back toward his bunk and looked over the box - ignoring the confused glances and stares from the others in the barrack - he built quite the intrigue toward it. Tossing aside his other letters as insignificant in comparison, Joel sat down on his bunk, setting the box in his lap, he figured if it had made it this far into the base he resided in, it wasn't dangerous to any degree. Or, rather, Joel assumed it wasn't dangerous.
Gently, he set his finger and thumb on the gold pin, pulling it from the latch as he slowly and delicately lifted the lid, peering within. This was seeming less and less like something that would've been intended for him. Crimson velvet padded lining, and a trifolded piece of thick paper? This was an awfully over-complicated way for someone to be sending him a letter. But it was certainly not a letter, as Joel soon realised. Opening it, he had to do a double take as he looked over the two tickets he held, from Munich to Paris, and a boarding pass for the Orient Express.
Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! You're accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express.
Sincerely, Your Provider
As he sat and read the letter, Joel gathered somewhat of an audience, a few of his friends and comrades moving over to his bunk to peer over his shoulder at what was before him, a few unimpressed or unknowing 'huh' sounds coming from the majority as they moved on to other things. Joel, on the other hand, was simply confused. Why had he been picked? He'd been told a while ago that he should take some leave, the man hadn't since his third deployment, so he certainly would have been able to get the time off for this little 'vacation' - but Joel still groaned.
"How do I even explain this to the Oberleutnant?"
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Name: Nathan Edward Darcy Social Class: Gentry (Knight) Age: 31 Birthday: Feb-12, 1792 Nationality: Welsh Birth Place: Swansea, Wales Residence: Dartfire Estate, Rother, Sussex, England Gender: Male Education: Private Education Income Source: Inheritance Native Language: English
Appearance
Height: 6'1" Weight: 176lbs Build: Muscular, Athletic Eyes: Blue, thin almond shape Hair: Dark Brown, short and straight. Skin Tone: Sunkissed Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Japanese characters Tattoo'd across back. Personal Style: In a private setting, Nathan tends to dress in particularly oriental clothing such as a Kimono, particularly in line with much of the training and upbringing he has received. However, when he goes out and is among the company of others of his station, he wears more appropriate clothing, trousers, shirts and jackets which suit his station, not too overly expensvie but certainly not a paupers clothing. Overall, he chooses comfort over anything, however.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: What one would expect from Nathan through looks is more or less not what one would get. The influence on Nathan from spending much of his life away from home in Japan shows, as he adopts much of Japanese culture and mannerism into his general personality. A remarkably polite man, Nathan is soft-spoken, but knows very well how to make himself known if the situation requires it. Above all, Nathan admires Honour, and his view of this can be very narrow and restricting, it is rare for someone to entirely fit within his categorization. When discussing Honour and its merits, Nathan is prone to becoming overly philosophical, and it can be difficult to hold a conversation with him without him making something of a pretentious comment, making him somewhat frustrating.
Whenever and wherever he can, Nathan seeks to help whoever he may, always viewing the good in people where he can, Nathan is an immensely kind and caring individual, just as content to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea with an enemy as with a friend. This kindness can go to extreme lengths though, falling in line with his own codes of honour, Nathan will go through anything to assist others, even putting himself at extreme risk. However, this makes him an incredibly loyal individual, particularly to those he is close with, as there is nothing he would not to for those he is close to. Getting so close to him can be difficult however, ever the recluse, Nathan prefers to remain in the background, quietly observing as opposed to speaking out. Habits:
Humming a soft tune to himself
Dusting off his shoulders
Hobbies:
Meditation
Fears:
Fire
Wasps
Loss of Knowledge
Likes:
String Music
Peace and Quiet, the perfect meditation atmosphere
Cats
Cherry Blossoms
Honourable and Respectable Folk
Intelligence
Dislikes:
Ignorance
Overly Hot Weather
Firearms
Dishonourable Folk
Anyone who tries to convert him
Unecessary Violence
Cards On The Table
General Skills:
Cultural Knowledge (Japanese/Shinto)
History - Japan
Negotiation
Cool-headedness
Court Etiquette
Sketching
Instrument (Biwa)
Horseback riding
Climbing
Dueling
Reading
Swimming
Trained Skills:
Language - Japanese
Burēdorōdo
Shadōtoyūgō
Shinobaransu
Shinorinri
Kyū Kaze
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing - A Black Haori worn over a simple white buttoned shirt, tan gentleman's trousers and black jackboots.
Small Tea kit - Cup, bottle, tea leaves
Katana
Katana Sheath on Belt
Wakizashi
Wakizashi Sheath on the Small of his back
Residence:
Shinto Shrine
Biwa
Tea-Making tools
Collection of Incense
Collection of Japanese Swords
Whetstones
Tategaki Materials
Kimonos
Suit of Traditional Samurai Armour
Collection of Philosophical Texts
Ikko - Housecat
History
Family History: If one looks back far enough, the respected and honourable Darcy family has a far more cruel, almost barbaric history. Once a number of bandits and raiders, the Darcy's were eventually hired by different lords, becoming mercenaries renowned for their excellent skill as fighters and leaders. Although for a long time they were not 'knights' or indebted to any one lord or family, they eventually became members of the Landed Gentry, granted a Keep in Southern Wales.
Since then, the Darcy family has grown in their standing, taking on far more honourable roles as knights, training soldiers and fighters across Great Britain for the Crown. Still they hold an immense reputation for their ability to fight, and the name 'Darcy' has become so known across the British Isles for such ability.
Your personal life: The youngest born, and least physically capable son born to his parents, Nathan's father was met with a dilemma to do in regards to the child. Wishing to retain his family's reputation, but not wishing to shun or hide his child from the world if he did not meet those expectations, his father instead decided to send Nathan far away for training, in the hope that his weak childhood would be turned around, and to get rid of him if it did not.
Arriving in Japan at only age seven, Nathan was brought to train with the Shimazu swordsmen and was placed under the tutelage of Kouki Shimazu, a former Samurai and Buddhist monk. Kouki spent a great deal of time training Nathan's mind before he ever touched a sword. Nathan was provided an education in science, history, philosophy and religion, shaping the man he would become and the culture he would surround himself in for much of his life. By the time he had turned twelve, Nathan had still never touched a sword, but had already trained both his body and his mind to fit among the Shimazu.
Nathan exceeded expectations when he finally began to train with a blade at age thirteen, matching his first opponents, he was quickly brought to higher and higher levels as he seemed to quickly understand and take to heart the advice and instruction he was given. Nathan trained with a variety of different blades, taught by different Shimazu swordmasters, but he was always tutored first and foremost by Kouki, who had so far done exactly as he had hoped, by shaping the young student into a swordsman before he had ever touched a blade.
By the time he turned eighteen, Nathan had reached the point where his training was complete and he could not be trained further. To congratulate him, Kouki gave Nathan his old Samurai armour as a gift, which Nathan wore through much of the rest of his time in Japan. He did not return to Wales for a while after his training was complete. Wandering across Japan, he sought to hone his skills further by working as a Samurai, helping small towns with local bandits or lords with feuds and disputes. Nathan eventually spent some time in the seclusion of the mountains, converting to Shinto and spending much of his time among the Ikko-Ikki monks.
When he finally returned, Nathan was vastly different to the rest of his family, and he found himself immensely detached, as few of them really fit into his consideration of what was honourable. Eventually, he chose to leave Wales, using the inheritance his father had still provided him with to build an estate for himself in Sussex, settling down to spend his days in meditation and practice.
What you want for your life: Nathan's desire in life is simple. He has no particular desire for anything material, nor for any major plans such as marriage or children, though he would not be opposed to them. Rather, Nathan simply wishes to return to Japan, into the mountain monasteries where he had spent much of his time in peace. He simply wishes to remain in peace, meditating and practicing, away from the evil and darkness of the world.
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Character Quote(s): "Action is always greater than inaction." Theme Song:MUSE - Knights of Cydonia Anything Else:
Nathan converted to, and is an avid follower of Shinto-Buddhist beliefs following his time in Japan.
Mail call. The most painfully dull, slow, inefficient and generally unneeded aspect of the German Army, or any military organization for that matter. To some of the others in his squad, returning from a long field exercise to the mail which had been held from them was a welcome treat, but Joel just wanted to find an actual, comfortable bed and fall asleep.
"Obergefreiter Gott." The Administrative Corporal droned on as he went down the list in his hand, a small stack of letters in his hand.
"Ja." An equally droning voice sounded from beside Joel, the man in question. He received his mail and moved off away from the group, idly flicking through bills and junk mail for anything of actual interest. The second he was out of his peripherals, Joel didn't care, he just wanted to hear his name so he could go to his bunk and pass out.
"Hauptgefreiter Grau." The Corporal continued with the next name - the one Joel had been waiting for, he glanced momentarily to the man's hand, he held a selection of letters, but under-arm was a box, intricately carved with golden latches - he wasn't one for antiques, so he doubted it had been sent to him as any sort of gift, but he didn't know anyone who would send packages in such a manner.
"Ja." Joel finally responded, moving toward the Corporal to retrieve his mail. Originally he couldn't have cared less what his mail was, but as he carried it back toward his bunk and looked over the box - ignoring the confused glances and stares from the others in the barrack - he built quite the intrigue toward it. Tossing aside his other letters as insignificant in comparison, Joel sat down on his bunk, setting the box in his lap, he figured if it had made it this far into the base he resided in, it wasn't dangerous to any degree. Or, rather, Joel assumed it wasn't dangerous.
Gently, he set his finger and thumb on the gold pin, pulling it from the latch as he slowly and delicately lifted the lid, peering within. This was seeming less and less like something that would've been intended for him. Crimson velvet padded lining, and a trifolded piece of thick paper? This was an awfully over-complicated way for someone to be sending him a letter. But it was certainly not a letter, as Joel soon realised. Opening it, he had to do a double take as he looked over the two tickets he held, from Munich to Paris, and a boarding pass for the Orient Express.
Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! You're accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express.
Sincerely, Your Provider
As he sat and read the letter, Joel gathered somewhat of an audience, a few of his friends and comrades moving over to his bunk to peer over his shoulder at what was before him, a few unimpressed or unknowing 'huh' sounds coming from the majority as they moved on to other things. Joel, on the other hand, was simply confused. Why had he been picked? He'd been told a while ago that he should take some leave, the man hadn't since his third deployment, so he certainly would have been able to get the time off for this little 'vacation' - but Joel still groaned.
"How do I even explain this to the Oberleutnant?"
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Location: Egyptian Museum -> Qasr El Nil Barracks (Courtyard)
Harry cocked a brow at Peter, the man was interesting certainly, perhaps not brash, but certainly curt, in the kind of manner often shared by one who cared little for the thoughts of others, or whom had spent enough time around the right sort of company. It was an attitude he'd seen many men take during the war, although he'd avoided it himself, at least when out of the company of his fellow soldiers. He certainly didn't fault the man such an attitude, had he been swarmed in such a manner upon his own arrival, he'd have likely reacted similarly. Luckily, he had been relatively anonymous the entire time.
Feeling a hand grip his arm somewhat, Harry turned his gaze down toward Aziza, giving her a soft smile as he nodded his head to her, reaching over with his free hand to rest it over hers for a moment, squeezing it back in a reassuring manner before he turned back toward the Lord Major, nodding his head as they all agreed to make their way off. He appreciated the walk was not too far. When they got into the courtyard itself, he remained close to Aziza, taking a seat alongside her as he glanced around, sighing, he'd stayed in many barracks much like this one during the war, he couldn't help but wonder what memories it would bring.
Harry settled in his seat however for the time being, turning his gaze over to the group and listening to Peter's tale. Yet another pilot, the story was fascinating to be sure, but Harry found himself somewhat overwhelmed by aviators at that moment, he would happily take a trench and a horse any day, to a box in the sky, as he saw it.
William Drake
Location: Egyptian Museum
William gave Vera a gentle nod. It was not common for them to be so gentle with one another, usually they were at each others necks, but every now and then such an interaction between them did take place, it was perhaps the main thing which caused their relationship to be so complicated. Feeling her hand slip from his arm, he turned his gaze over to Peter, noticing for a moment the man looking in his direction. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything, he already seemed agitated enough, and William certainly couldn't see any reason to make the situation worse.
William looked to Vera again, nodding as she suggested they stay before he watched the room clear out. Letting out a soft sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. "Good lord, I thought they'd never leave." He commented before turning it back toward Vera. He noted her quickly moving the topic, and while part of him felt an incessant nagging to press on it, he figured he'd do so later, perhaps when they were even more private. "Yes, I suppose we should at least get something done tonight."
Jackson had sat in silence for a while, for the first time in a long while not having a clear and certain idea of exactly where he should be going and what he should be doing, Anisa had really caught him off guard, and it was taking him some time to get him back on his feet even mentally. However, the yelling had certainly managed to get Jackson's attention, and as it became clear to him just what it was related to, he was on his feet in an instant. Climbing up the ladder, he made a quick stop over at his own bunk. Moving over to his bed, he reached over to the rack behind it and grabbed his shotgun, climbing back up the ladder with it gripped in one hand.
It wasn't often he was brandishing a weapon around the ship, usually it meant they were in dire straits, were about to be, or that Jackson was not in the mood to be fucked around with, on the odd occasion, it meant all three. Stepping down the hall into the kitchen, he rested the shotgun over his shoulder, looking over those present, mostly eyeing Camilla before his gaze turned to Anisa. He opened his mouth for a moment as he looked at Camilla, almost as if he was about to accuse her of something before he recalled Anisa's words, faltering before he just watched her. "What's the deal?"
Gregory Quinn
Location: Captain's Office -> Bridge
The silence enveloped Quinn for a while, the feeling and thought of what he had done being wrong, he had given his targets, the people he had been assigned to capture, specific information that they were coming. By all accounts, he was treasonous, in rebellion, during the first war, he would have shot a man for less. Yet, for at least the time being, he was the only one who knew the weight of his actions, and so for now he alone would consider them. Sighing, he eventually moved to stand, needing air free of the confines of his office as he move toward the door, heading out.
Wandering down the hall, he made his way toward the bridge, hands clasped behind his back as he sighed and approached the display window, peering out as he glanced over at one of the ensigns still on the bridge. "How far out are we?" He asked calmly, in the sort of cool manner that usually meant he was about to execute a prisoner.
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