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A piece of burned bread fell from the sky and landed in front of his foot.

"The head cook seems lively today," Rouen thought and picked up the charred bread. He sniffed it once and tossed it aside.

Rouen stood in the open corridor. He felt rain pelt his cloak and gather in droplets along the ridges of his clothing. His messy brown hair grew damp. He breathed deeply, feeling the surge of the storm spirits gathering above, drawing from their strength.

"It has been a long time," he thought.

He was 78 years old, middle-aged for a Fulgarius. 58 of those years was spent as a Kingsguard. 58 years of service to the Kingdom. 58 years protecting its ruler and its heirs. 58 years of fighting in a war that showed no sign of ending, of fighting the battle both in the light of the field and the dark of the alleyway. 58 years of upholding the highest ideal of humanity, paragons of what man should strive to be.

He could feel the age in his bones. The last time he looked in a mirror, he saw the gaunt lines of a long life running through his face. Years and years of physical effort and exhaustion had taken a toll on his body.

He sipped from his flask, feeling a relaxing surge.

More and more he felt like he relied on the alchemical draught made of fruit liquor, seedlings of a mind-soothing plant, and a pain-numbing agent that he carried in a flask. More and more he relied on his secret society, the Veiled Men, to act on his behalf.

Maybe once in a stormy night he would go out and take personal actions in a matter.

He took a sip from a leather flask. Something was going to happen tonight. A message came from one of his informants.

He walked to the castle armory, where he found what he was looking for.

"Now what would a prince of the Kingdom, be doing in the castle armory at this time of night?" Rouen asked.
“Subtlety and Sleight in the right hands is more effective than might.”



Name: Rouen Tertius Fulgarius

Age: 78, Looks like a middle-aged man

Gender: Male

Race: Human/Storm-Spirit

Weapons: A regular steel great-sword

Abilities/Powers:

Blessing of the Stormfather- The Fulgaris family began with the marriage of a man to a spirit. From this lineage, Rouen can draw physical strength and endurance with the weather. His power peaks in the midst of thunderstorms.

Storm-Spirit Lineage- Members of the Fulgaris Family are extraordinary long-lived due to their half-breed lineage, and also have the mental instabilities that accompany it. They reach their prime at the age of 50 with an average lifespan of 150 to 200 years.

Lightning-Touched- Rouen’s body can generate an electrical current. He can use it to shock foes that physically contact him. He can also manipulate naturally occurring lightning by using his body as a channel to smite enemies.

Talents:

Excellent Hunter- Rouen revels in the excitement of the hunt, and enjoys it as a pastime. He has yet to rank less than third in the yearly midsummer boar hunts.

Experienced and Dirty Fighter- He fights dirty with little regard to notions of honorable combat. Something that he learned from his early years in the Kingsguard pulling night patrol duties with the city guard.

Detective- He has over fifty years of experience in criminal investigations from petty thievery to serial murders.

Personality: Scholarly, Bipolar, Perfectionist, Art-Lover, Self-Righteous, Contemplative

Biography- Legend claims that the Fulgaris family, rulers and honorable stewards of the inhospitable islands known as the Stormlands, was founded when a mortal man married the daughter of the Stormfather. Their coupling resulted in beings neither fully human nor spirit, but shared the blessings and the curses of both.

Rouen, fourth son of the 25th Count Fulgaris was expected to do as other extra sons and daughters of the Kingdom’s nobility, which is find a profession away from home and live a quiet life avoiding causing trouble for the primary heir.

He did exactly that by being elected to the Kingsguard at the ripe age of 20 under the rule of King Valerian’s father.

The sudden rise of a Fulgaris to the Kingsguard at the time was scandalous. The Kingsguard were selected from the finest knights in the realm. Paragons of Humanity. The strange vassal family from the Stormlands however had a haunted reputation. Rumors had it they were wraiths, the progeny of human and spirit. Their motivations were unclear. Their unnatural nature was also rumored to made them suffer from madness, and thus unable to be trusted.

Rouen’s first years in the Kingsguard were spent overcoming the prejudice against his lineage. He conducted the dirty jobs that other knights didn’t want to partake in. Duties such as Night patrol duty, 24 hours vigils, criminal investigations. As a direct result, he eventually made connections with less reputable figures in the Kingdom. He became knowledgable on the structure of the Kingdom’s criminal underworld. Mob bosses, smugglers, thieves, illegal guilds, and practitioners of forbidden magic . This didn’t help build him an honorable reputation but the results of his undertakings built credibility with the old king.

Thus, ten years after his ascendance to the Kingsguard Rouen’s position was set in stone. He founded the Society of Veiled Men, covert operatives that worked hand in hand with him to defend the Kingdom from unseen threats. The black stain of his family would never disappear but he gained a newfound respect.

However, things changed immediately with the sudden death of the King and the ascension of his heir, Valorian Lionfury. Where others saw the new ruler’s stoicism and unbending nature as a virtue, Rouen only saw ignorant stubbornness which would lead to disaster.
He remained loyal to the crown despite the conflicts he had with its holder. He supported Valorian through the civil war, where information gathered from his Veiled Men, ultimately led to the capture and execution of the so-called traitorous younger brother.

However, their disagreements were heated and often explosive. Several times Rouen was nearly relieved of his position from the Kingsguard. The simmering point of their relationship came to a heel when it came to dealing with the town of Rung where, against Rouen’s counsel, the King wiped the town from existence.

Since then, he avoids prolonged conversations with the King. Important information he instead relays to Ser Jamie Clayne, the only member of the Kingsguard Rouen trusts completely.

For 36 years Rouen worked for the Kingdom’s benefit, and the stress of his position and his long tenure have seemed to taken a toll. The lines of age show prominently on his face. He has grown more manic in his interactions with others. His mood more unpredictable. Some see it as the mental toll of being a member of the Kingsguard. Others however, believe that his half-human nature has caught up to him, and that he is succumbing to the madness of his family blood.
@pure493
Coolio. Go right ahead dude.


So is my character accepted?
@pure493
Coolio. Go right ahead dude.


“Subtlety and Sleight in the right hands is more effective than might.”



Name: Rouen Tertius Fulgarius

Age: 78, Looks like a middle-aged man

Gender: Male

Race: Human/Storm-Spirit

Weapons: A regular steel great-sword

Abilities/Powers:

Blessing of the Stormfather- The Fulgaris family began with the marriage of a man to a spirit. From this lineage, Rouen can draw physical strength and endurance with the weather. His power peaks in the midst of thunderstorms.

Storm-Spirit Lineage- Members of the Fulgaris Family are extraordinary long-lived due to their half-breed lineage, and also have the mental instabilities that accompany it. They reach their prime at the age of 50 with an average lifespan of 150 to 200 years.

Lightning-Touched- Rouen’s body can generate an electrical current. He can use it to shock foes that physically contact him. He can also manipulate naturally occurring lightning by using his body as a channel to smite enemies.

Talents:

Excellent Hunter- Rouen revels in the excitement of the hunt, and enjoys it as a pastime. He has yet to rank less than third in the yearly midsummer boar hunts.

Experienced and Dirty Fighter- He fights dirty with little regard to notions of honorable combat. Something that he learned from his early years in the Kingsguard pulling night patrol duties with the city guard.

Detective- He has over fifty years of experience in criminal investigations from petty thievery to serial murders.

Personality: Scholarly, Bipolar, Perfectionist, Art-Lover, Self-Righteous, Contemplative

Biography- Legend claims that the Fulgaris family, rulers and honorable stewards of the inhospitable islands known as the Stormlands, was founded when a mortal man married the daughter of the Stormfather. Their coupling resulted in beings neither fully human nor spirit, but shared the blessings and the curses of both.

Rouen, fourth son of the 25th Count Fulgaris was expected to do as other extra sons and daughters of the Kingdom’s nobility, which is find a profession away from home and live a quiet life avoiding causing trouble for the primary heir.

He did exactly that by being elected to the Kingsguard at the ripe age of 20 under the rule of King Valerian’s father.

The sudden rise of a Fulgaris to the Kingsguard at the time was scandalous. The Kingsguard were selected from the finest knights in the realm. Paragons of Humanity. The strange vassal family from the Stormlands however had a haunted reputation. Rumors had it they were wraiths, the progeny of human and spirit. Their motivations were unclear. Their unnatural nature was also rumored to made them suffer from madness, and thus unable to be trusted.

Rouen’s first years in the Kingsguard were spent overcoming the prejudice against his lineage. He conducted the dirty jobs that other knights didn’t want to partake in. Duties such as Night patrol duty, 24 hours vigils, criminal investigations. As a direct result, he eventually made connections with less reputable figures in the Kingdom. He became knowledgable on the structure of the Kingdom’s criminal underworld. Mob bosses, smugglers, thieves, illegal guilds, and practitioners of forbidden magic . This didn’t help build him an honorable reputation but the results of his undertakings built credibility with the old king.

Thus, ten years after his ascendance to the Kingsguard Rouen’s position was set in stone. He founded the Society of Veiled Men, covert operatives that worked hand in hand with him to defend the Kingdom from unseen threats. The black stain of his family would never disappear but he gained a newfound respect.

However, things changed immediately with the sudden death of the King and the ascension of his heir, Valorian Lionfury. Where others saw the new ruler’s stoicism and unbending nature as a virtue, Rouen only saw ignorant stubbornness which would lead to disaster.
He remained loyal to the crown despite the conflicts he had with its holder. He supported Valorian through the civil war, where information gathered from his Veiled Men, ultimately led to the capture and execution of the so-called traitorous younger brother.

However, their disagreements were heated and often explosive. Several times Rouen was nearly relieved of his position from the Kingsguard. The simmering point of their relationship came to a heel when it came to dealing with the town of Rung where, against Rouen’s counsel, the King wiped the town from existence.

Since then, he avoids prolonged conversations with the King. Important information he instead relays to Ser Jamie Clayne, the only member of the Kingsguard Rouen trusts completely.

For 36 years Rouen worked for the Kingdom’s benefit, and the stress of his position and his long tenure have seemed to taken a toll. The lines of age show prominently on his face. He has grown more manic in his interactions with others. His mood more unpredictable. Some see it as the mental toll of being a member of the Kingsguard. Others however, believe that his half-human nature has caught up to him, and that he is succumbing to the madness of his family blood.
I'm still here and waiting! o/


Hey Alarieth, just a heads up the backstory I have generated for my character involves personal experience with the King. Let me know if you have any issues with it.
@pure493
Awesome. Was there any specfic position you wanted?


A member of the Kingsguard.
Interested! I'll be generating a bio in the next few hours.
Damn it, that ninja post
Korvus opened the door and took a step into the tavern.

His nose twitched as he breathed in the faint musk of wood and smoke. The common area was bustling with discussion and conversation. Wanderers, travelers, and merchants sat among round tables, finding shelter from the storm outside.

"Nobody should notice us among this rabble. Looks like little Akriel planned ahead. That is promising. Maybe the brats learned something in the last two years," he thought.

He blew out the candle in his lantern. His hand went up and removed the hood of his cloak, revealing messy brown hair.

He walked up the inn-keeper. "Just a mug of ale please, and I believe Lord Nememiah is expecting me," he said.

The man eyed him curiously and slipped him a mug of brew. He gestured him to follow.

Korvus' eyes widened slightly. A cold shiver went down his spine. "After all this time, it looks like it may happen after all," he thought.

He was led to a room. He could hear the muffled sounds of conversation. Korvus entered and the inn-keep closed it behind him.

"Well, it has been some time," Korvus said looking at his old guildmates.

To his right were the Crowley Brothers. Or as he remembered them, the Crowley Thugs. "Darius you certainly improved physically since the last time I've seen you. Has your language improved too? You know the common accent isn't befitting of a Seraph."

He turned his eye to the smaller figure next to him. "And Oswald, you are as lithe as ever," he remarked.

He turned toward his left to the figure in white. "And Zen. Your expression and stance just beams with negativity. It has been two years since we've last seen each other. Cheer up! Be positive, you are after all among your last comrades."

He noticed one more figure sleeping in a bag next to the wall. Korvus' attention however moved to the two figures standing in the back of the room.

The two that were the center of this insurrection, and the only reason Korvus returned.

His face was stern as he regarded the man. "Akriel, " he said stiffly before turning to the young woman next to him.

Korvus smiled and his expression softened." Your grace, milady Queen Azrael. It is an honor to be in your presence," he said then he bowed in the traditional Vualranur manner.



"Not a single lick of subtlety or thought of consequence. A wonder that the Elders haven't caught all of them already," Korvus said holding up a glass lantern. Rain fell around him, sputtering on the ground in droplets. The metal light source he held creaked back and forth with the wind.

Three dead bodies were illuminated in front of him. The corpses were mutilated and somewhat dissolved. He could see another in the corner ahead.

Korvus' frowned under the hood of his cloak and shook his head. His face carried an expression of disappointment and irritation.

"In fact, I wonder if the Elders already know and I'm just headed into some elaborate trap. It could explain the dead men before me. Some of those brats have Aethers truly fit for murderous purposes. They probably wouldn't have gone down without a fight," he muttered nudging one of the bodies with his boot.

"But if that was the case you wouldn't be here would you Korvus?" he thought.

He heard a caw above. He looked up and saw a flicker of movement. A raven circled above him.

Korvus sighed.

"Time to get on with this. I wonder what remains after two years," he thought.

He stepped around the corpses and brought up his free hand from a warm cloth pocket. Silver-colored rings glittered from his fingers. He waved his hand and twisted his fingers in elaborate and complex movements then moved it back under his cloak. Another light shone in the road ahead. He knew what it was. It was where they agreed to meet two years past. The Drabanon inn.

Behind him came the creaking sounds of wood being bent unnaturally. Tree roots sprung from the sides of the road. They wrapped around the corpses and dragged them under.

By the time the traveler was out of sight the bodies were gone and only cold wet dirt remained.

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