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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Salem Train Station
Interacting With: The Brunette Murderer @Morose

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Glancing back down to his phone, he smiled as he saw the message from Aloise. Checking the selfie she had replied with, he took a mental note of where she was, nodding his head as he seemed to appreciate that she was on a job, and why she hadn't been around when he got back to the hotel. Checking the text itself, he rolled his eyes. Threats such as that were common from her, he just chose to take it as proof that she cared. He began to type in a reply when the announcement came over the intercom. Raising an eyebrow as he looked upward, he sighed and glanced over to the OMEN agents briefly, shaking his head as he moved over towards the wall, still near enough to the woman he'd come this way for.

He continued to type out as sarcastic and smart-assed of a response as he could to Aloise, figuring he'd be waiting there for a long while, but just before he could hit send, he felt something else. The whisper graced his ear, and a chill ran down Liam's spine. He'd never quite had this before, such a compulsion to do... Of all things, such a strange act in the middle of a train station. His eyes flicked up to the brunette, the person he knew from his vision was a murderer, and the person he'd come all this way to track down and essentially interrogate. You know, suddenly, she didn't look half bad.

Almost with love-hearts in his eyes, Liam tucked his phone into his pocket, briefly appreciative for the quiet spot towards the back of the station he was now in. Quickly he shrugged off his top and jacket, setting them in a heap, soon joined by his shoes and trousers as he stretched, before bringing a hand downward where the sun don't shine, in the vaguest of attempts to keep this all at least barely PG-13. Moving along the wall towards the back of the train station, his right hand working as a censorship bar, Liam reached up and set his elbow against the wall, resting his head against his hand as he watched the woman on her phone, clearing his throat as he grinned like a smug idiot. "I just figured I should tell you... I`m no weatherman, but you can expect a few inches tonight, gorgeous."

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers

Here you go, all done! Let me know if any changes are needed.

Lord Aedan of Sliabh

_{{ ”If you wish for peace, you must be willing to fight.” }}

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| Name |

Aedan Merryn.

| Nickname |

'The Lionheart' - The title Aedan earned among many of his troops and warriors of Abhainn who he faced in combat.

| Age |

Thirty.

| Gender |

Male.

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual.

| Kingdom |

Sliabh.

| Alliance |

The Late George III Of Sliabh

| In Depth Appearance |

Not the largest and strongest, nor the smallest and most agile, Aedan's physique is a firm balance between the two, though still athletic and muscular, betraying his warrior lifestyle. His wavy, black hair is often held up in a bun, fading down into a well-kept beard which does not extend too far from his face. He has a pair of dark grey, almost blackened eyes, and fair white skin. Most of Aedan's body is free of scars, though there is one particularly noticeable one which runs from his forehead down to the side of his right eye, one he received in a particularly close call with a Knight of Abhainn during the war. Living primarily in the Northern parts of Sliabh, Aedan tends to be seen in warm clothes, fur cloaks and thick leathers as opposed to well-made or decorated nobles' dress. Generally, some refer to Aedan as looking solemn or guarded in his expression.

| Habits |

Stroking his Beard || When deep in thought, Aedan has a habit of running his fingers through his beard, scratching at it or straightening it out as he considers plans or what to do next.

Chewing his Gums || When frustrated or in any situation of particular irritation or annoyance, Aedan tends to chew on the gums in his cheeks or biting his lips. He does it subconsciously, and it generally takes for Aedan to be immensely irritated for him to do it.

| Hobbies |

Reading || Though he is a fighter first, Aedan prides himself on being well-educated. Knowing that he is lucky to be so well-educated, he spends a great deal of his free time studying history, tactics and all manner of things.

Duelling || While he is a general and strategist, Aedan still prides himself on his skill as a swordsman. He often takes the time to personally assist in the training of his men and guards, sparring and duelling with them to help them improve, as well as himself.

| Likes |

Honour || Aedan has a strong and proud sense of honour, and he respects those who similarly have such a code they follow.
Books || Learning is one of Aedan's preferred past-times, and so he enjoys books of almost any kind. Though, history in particular is a favoured topic.
Ale || Like most men, Aedan enjoys ale when it is appropriate, preferring it to wine.
Peace || Aedan may be a soldier and a warrior, but he professes an intense devotion to the attainment and preservation of peace in all forms.
Cold Weather || Aedan is mostly used to cold weather, he prefers it as it reminds him often of home, and he believes it breeds strong folk.

| Dislikes |

Traitors || Loyalty is important to Aedan, and those who abandon their loyalty to the kingdom of Sliabh, whoever they are, are sure to gain Aedan's ire.
Arrogance || People who claim titles or respect which they have not earned is one of the things Aedan can hardly stand.
Noble Expectations || The expectation that as a noble, Aedan should be primarily focused on finding a wife and making a lasting family name, is something he detests
Southerners || Though he's polite enough to keep it to himself, Aedan finds those from the south tend to be fancier, weaker,
and generally more irritating than he prefers.
Murderers || Though he has debated if such a distaste is hypocritical, Aedan finds the taking of one's life which is not for proper reason the most detestable act of all.

| Fears |

Ruling || Though it would be an immensely unlikely circumstance, being a lord is already terrible enough for Aedan, who would prefer to live his life on the battlefield, rather than on a throne.

| Personality |

Hardened, strong and solemn, Aedan does not fit the category of most noble lords. Strength is one of Aedan's best characteristics,
though it is Strength of Heart. An incredibly brave man, Aedan would never back down from any sort of challenge, and fears of death or injury have always been the last thing he'd give thought to. Given his rough beginnings, Aedan has also held a great deal of respect and even love for the common folk beneath him. He takes no pleasure in being considered above others, and does his best to protect the common folk, while making as little a show of his wealth and stature as he is able to.

While he is honourable and loyal, earning Aedan's trust is not an easy thing to do. An incredibly reserved and solemn person, Aedan does not make friends easily, and he is rarely even seen with a smile on his face. Considering he is the only one of his family, and many of Aedan's closest friends have died in battle, there is little people know of his history, or even of him aside from rumours, and he endeavours to keep it that way, generally not wishing to risk any sort of affection for others.

| Background |

Aedan Merryn was born a commoner, his father a blacksmith and mother a cook in the north of Sliabh. His childhood was as most common boys' was, without much in the way of education, and with its fair degree of troubles. Luckily, work was never hard to come by for his parents, with his father regularly receiving work with the war, and his mother having all sorts of travelers going between the kingdoms to cook for. Aedan's life was changed, however when an Abhainn army took over his home. His father killed in the fighting, Aedan became separated from his mother shortly after, never learning her fate, as he was eventually picked up by a group of Sliabhan soldiers retreating south. Though he was young at the time, Aedan ended up joining with the soldiers, being trained to eventually join the Sliabhan army.

As he aged, Aedan's ability and rank in the army grew, and he was eventually knighted for his valour and ability in fighting. Becoming a general of the Sliabhan forces, Aedan spearheaded a major counter-offensive in the North, retaking large areas of territory which had been lost in the war with Abhainn. It was during this counter-offensive that Aedan earned the title of 'Lionheart', given out of respect for him by some of his enemies, before the name began to spread among his own men as well. Retaking his homeland, Aedan was ordered to hold it by King George III, and given a lordship along with the land while the treaty with Abhainn was being discussed. Though he had never particularly wished to rule, Aedan accepted out of a deep loyalty for the king, and began to rule and lead his armies in the North,
defending against the occasional skirmish while the treaty was negotiated.

During his lordship, Aedan made a few visits to the capital to speak with the king, becoming a close ally and even confidant for George III. There were some in court who suggested that in some way Aedan had been a son that George had always wished he'd had, instead of his own child and the new King, Jack I. When Jack was crowned following George's death, Aedan maintained his loyalty to the kingdom of Sliabh, though he has always maintained an air of caution about the new king, openly disagreeing with a number of his decisions and decrees. Regardless, Aedan remains a loyal servant of Sliabh, and for now, a personal guard to the Lady Julianna.

| Extra |

I'd be hard-pressed to decide between anything Medieval or Sci-Fi.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Post is definitely coming tonight!

(as much as I wish I could delay it longer)

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers

Still around! Going to be working on my CS today for the Lord of Slibah.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers

I've gotten pretty sick recently so I haven't had a chance to work on a sheet, but I'll be aiming to hopefully have a sheet up for the Lord of Slibah soon as I can. :)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore@Morose

Well, if you can't beat 'em...

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

You're a very bad person, you know that?

Just so I can clarify, he's got the thought in his mind, does that mean he's totally compelled to follow it, or able to resist? (At least partially oh god)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Salem Train Station
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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Glancing back and forth as he stood on the platform, Liam's eyes drifted over the smaller crowd in search of the woman from his vision. In his searching, he did spot the two men by the guard station, raising an eyebrow at the badge. He hadn't gotten a particularly clear look, but the conversation he overheard nearby arrayed that as he spotted the woman he was there for. For now, he watched the brunette on the phone, but made no move closer, idly listening to the conversation as he tried his best to remain inconspicuous, glancing down to his ticket and occasionally back to the woman from his vision.

It wasn't particularly difficult for Liam to establish that the two younger ladies he had been listening to weren't exactly normal. Whether they were human, demons or something else entirely though, that he couldn't work out just then. As they mentioned Coventry, he sighed. Normally in a situation like this he'd follow the women back to Coventry, usually because he'd be dragged back by Aloise, but still. Then it dawned on him, Aloise was still in Coventry, it was the best he could get to being in two places at once. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, glancing down at a random text as he chuckled softly to himself, pretending to have read something amusing as he switched it to the camera. Holding his phone up, he took a dorky selfie, making sure he got the two women in the background before he texted it off to Aloise.

To: Aloise
Don't know what the two girls are (flowers in their hair), but they're probably going to be starting up trouble in Coventry soon.

Tucking his phone back away in his pocket, he sighed and focused back on the woman he'd come here for. He shook his head, moving further down to where she was, now avoiding looking in her direction if he could, checking the time as he waited for the train. He was somewhat brought back to his days as a journalist, following a source to try and get a story when they wouldn't share it. Of course, back then there was less of a risk of death.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Feeling Aziza's hand on his arm, Harry glanced down to it before looking back up at her. He smiled softly, gently setting his other hand over her own to return the gentle squeeze as he looked back toward Vera as she stood. He was pleased to see the woman had come to, and that the situation was being resolved. Ideally, herself and the American would be able to resolve whatever it was that may have been going on between them in a more private setting, rather than the rather dramatic, public setting they had been involved in at that moment. As William swept Vera off her feet, and their party began to leave the room, he raised an eyebrow, it seemed that the American at least, didn't seem to care much for how public their business was.

Hearing Aziza's voice again, he turned back toward her, giving her a soft smile as he nodded, heading back over toward the table as he sat beside her. What was left of his breakfast was somewhat cold now, between helping Aziza get her own and the ordeal with lady Vera, he hadn't been able to enjoy its freshness. He didn't mind too much however, Harry was far more used to cold, wet, half-cooked and usually appalling food, that a well-cooked and prepared breakfast, cold or otherwise, was still a luxury to the man as he picked up his fork and went back about enjoying his meal.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Carrying Vera along and out of the cafeteria, William didn't mind her insistence upon a chaperone too much, simply following behind the medic as he kept a gentle hold upon Vera in his arms, glancing down toward Lauren as she spoke up towards him. He gave her a nod, recalling that he'd only briefly met her the night before. He was, at the very least, pleased to have been introduced with a first name, rather than yet another title he was supposed to remember or care about. "William, i'd give you a hand to shake but they're both a little full with clumsy, here." He smiled smugly, seeming pleased with himself for his quip as he glanced down to Vera.

When his eyes met her however, his smug grin quickly disappeared. He felt odd, holding her and watching her there, that brief feeling of jealousy returned, but it was overridden yet again by another feeling in his chest. It was a warm feeling, like he wanted to laugh but no joke had been told, he wasn't exactly sure what it was. It certainly couldn't have come from the fact he was holding her, no, William had been with many women in far more intimate situations than this, but he'd never had a feeling quite like this one. He pushed the feeling away for the time being however, he had no time to fuss over what was wrong with himself as he spoke up toward Vera this time.

"You're alright, aren't you?" The comment did not come with any snarkiness or sarcasm, in fact, perhaps for the first time since they had met, William seemed to be speaking to Vera with a genuine sense of concern in his voice. His eyes were locked on hers, watching her closely as he walked and waited for her answer. Although he was sure the medic would insist that she was fine, he wanted to know from her what was wrong, though he doubted even she knew, or would care to tell him.

High Casual Medieval RP?

Colour me curious (or interested, either works)