StephenRouse

Digital Soul Online - A Virtual Reality MMORPG Roleplay

This is pretty much dead. Sorry, Briza.

Star Wars: A Dance with Destiny

Neferati giggled with the Princess, spreading her arms to better show her gown. "Thank you! And you are correct, I have always loved the beauty of the Diewesh flower. I had my assistant commission it for a ball my father was having a week from today, but decided an occasion such as this required only the best," she smirked. "And of course, your own gown is marvelous, as usual! You'll have to refer me to whoever did such a wonderful job on the-" Before she could finish, King Laurent Lyseli asked everyone to retreat to the Council Hall. "It appears we may have to continue this another time, my Princess?"

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Prince Bas'jun and Duke Dezmark turned as their King spoke. The two exchanged glances and nodded to one another, as they both began walking to the Hall. The Duke fell in line behind his brother, falling into the gentle procession into the grand gathering place.

POST-APOCALYPSE IDEA

I'm interested in playing this.

Star Wars: A Dance with Destiny

The Countess flashed a smile at the ever-beautiful Princess Keira Lyseli, noting her rather fashionable gown and hair. She would have to remember that style; it truly was stunning. Her own violet gowns, trimmed in brilliant golden lace matching her hair were nothing to look down on, of course. "Princess Keira Lyseli, it's an honor to see you this evening as well," she smirked, mirth in her eyes. "To answer you though, you're somewhat correct. There's a number of handsome young lords flirting about, your brother one of the more.. Eligible. However, there are still quite a few bachelors roaming around, as I'm sure you have noticed." Neferati allowed her eyes to wander for a moment, to one such man walking past in a modern looking navy suit.

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Bas'jun felt awkward at the moment, mingling with a couple of minor vassal lords, whose names he honestly couldn't remember. His brother stood beside him, as usual, but he was silently enjoying the torment his brother was going through. The minor lords seemed to look towards the Prince, hoping to hear his opinion on their discussion. "I believe I agree with you," he nodded towards one of the men, a younger man in traditional robes, "when it comes to the matter of business loans. Too many of our young entrepreneurs are discouraged by the sometimes outrageous rates that these loans are made at, and it hurts our local economies.

"However, the idea of restrictions as strong as you suggest are.. perhaps a bit much. I am by no means qualified to offer my voice on the debates of banking and economical desparity, but there are some things we must remember. In the hierarchy of the world, us nobility are only a step above the banks and corporations of our world. Although they lack the protection we have, they share many of the benefits we share: Such as being landholders, and our properties having personage. If we begin eroding the rights of those directly below us, we whether away our foundation; Who's to say we aren't next?" asked the Prince, drawing the glares or wide eyes of those listening.

"That's preposterous!"exclaimed an elderly man, his robes slate grey and solemn. "Our rights have been guaranteed for millennium, and they will continue to be guaranteed for millennium more.What you're suggesting is fictitious at best, treasonous at worst. Your ancestors were one of the first to turn and ally themselves with the Lyseli.. Or do you forget that?"

The surrounding nobles muttered among themselves, some in agreement and others in worry. Bas'jun only raised his eyebrow, before replying. "I don't think I quite see your point. What I suggest isn't treason, it's merely that we, as a people, must stick together. When we begin to erode the rights, of any persons or peoples, we open the gates to the same happening to ourselves. Look towards out own history as proof; The ancient Kalgari empire had a history of doing much the same. His genocides would kill millions, after eliminating their very rights; When none were left, he would move on to the next most troublesome group, repeating the process of eliminating their rights before their total extermination. We are but another group who must look out for ourselves, and we must stand up should anyone's rights be challenged, lest we be next to the chopping block."

That speech seemed much better, Dezmark noted. Those around them nodded their heads, thoughtful expressions crossing their faces. Stick together, or die alone, a chilling message. The two broke apart from the group as their whispers continued, retreating to an empty table near the back of the hall. They were silent, drinks in their hands and reserved expressions on their faces.

Star Wars: A Dance with Destiny

Prince Bas'jun Dieuwert, of the esteemed and noble House Dieuwert, stood towards the rear of the vast throne room. Wearing only the finest violet silks, the man cut a friendly appearance, and none present would call the man dishonest or untrustworthy. His eyes wandered easily through the crowds, placing names to faces and taking mental notes as to who was sticking with whom. Numerous guests had still yet to arrive, but the stunning court was already nearly full. It truly was wondrous, seeing the nobles of the proud world together for civil discussion. For millennium, their world had been enraptured in conflict. For that cycle of violence to be brought to an end, with the hep of his forefathers nonetheless, was truly a humbling thought.

Of course, that raised questions as to their current situation. It had been some time since the last Grand Council had taken place. They were uncommon, to say the least, and for one to be called so abruptly- It spoke volumes of the significance of whatever was going on. His thoughts wandered, trying to once again piece together the puzzle. It had to be confidential, for him or his contacts to not have heard of it. Possibly a scuffle between two major families, but not to the point its come to blows? Except that wouldn't merit such an abrupt Grand Council, likely not a Grand Council, period! Could it be something related to the encrypted messages sent from their exploration teams? Possible, but they were just rumors. The more the Prince thought over it, the less things made sense.

Glancing over towards his brother and confidant, Duke Dezmark Dieuwert of Marju, Bas'jun voiced his concerns. "What do you think this could be about, Dezmark? I have spent some time pondering this, but nothing quite makes sense. Nothing concrete, at least."

Dezmark turned towards his brother, equally fine clothing shimmering slightly as the crystal lights hit them. "I'm not sure, brother. I haven't been able to gleam anything from the other families in passing conversation, and nothing our King has down would hint at a purpose. For now, I'm assuming it's another petty squabble that's gotten out of hand.. But of course, it could be something far different," the Duke responded. Bas'jun only nodded, turning back around to glance at the crowds once more, this time uneasily. Hopefully any violence could be averted, if it really was just a House conflict.

Hoping to change the subject, Prince Bas'jun smirked. "Where do you think that niece of yours ran off to? Neferati said she'd return from the fresher quickly. What would you bet that's she's enjoying too much wine?"

"Oh, and what would you bet it's some handsome young Lord hoping to sweep your daughter off her feet?" chuckled out Dezmark, making his brother's brows narrow. Seeing his elder's reaction, the Duke could only give an uncharacteristic roll of his eyes. "She's thirty-two, Bas'jun. Relax. She should think about getting married anyways."

"I worry about her, that's all. Sometimes she reminds me of myself at a younger age, craving the adventure and opportunities of far away places. Other times, she's like one of those stick-in-the-mud ladies of the court. I don't want her to marry one of the scum I remember so fondly during my times in the Lower Quarters, but I can't imagine being married to some self-righteous Lord would be any better," sighed Bas'jun, exasperated at the actions of his one and only child.

Dezmark grinned, his perfectly white teeth catching light better than any robes. "Brother, your daughter is spoiled! She's nothing like you. Her idea of adventure is exploring the newest resort or drinking wine during a distant flight. If anything, she'd love to spend time with some handsome young nobility. Face it, Bas'jun. She's out of your hands."

"I thought maybe she'd take after her name sake a bit more, or maybe even her mother, bless her heart," Bas'jun said quietly. Both pairs of eyes went downcast for a moment, before Dezmark came back with fire.

"Naming your daughter after a Lower Quarter's whore, no matter how fine, should have seemed like a bad idea no matter what, my Prince." Bas'jun, having taken that moment to take a sip of wine, choked and fought to suppress his laughter. Nearby House members narrowed their eyes and stepped away, while the Prince turned back to his snickering brother.

"That woman took care of me, for better or worse, while I was at my lowest. That whore was a saint!" declared Bas'jun, causing them both to chuckle. A peaceful silence settled in once again, as the pair waited patiently for their lovely young Countess to come back.

Star Wars: A Dance with Destiny

Updated my sheet with three characters, gonna stick to that as a pretty hard limit.

Digital Soul Online

Still watching the thread closely, looking forward to playing. Any idea when the IC will be up?

Star Wars: A Dance with Destiny

House Name: House Dieuwert

Location: Southern portion of the continent, taking up a large portion of the massive nearby sea's coast.

Region name: Lower and Upper Wenonia

Population: 150M

Motto: Strong Are Our Roots

Colors: Yellow and Violet

History: The history of House Dieuwert stretches to long before the unification of Gylif under the Lyseli family. Several thousand years before that centuries-long war the progenitors of House Dieuwert were part of another, larger House which controlled all of Lower Wenonia, a massive wetlands region that had long been considered a backwater of the planet. This larger House split after a failed coup attempt, and the House's Lord discovered that his five sons were each planning his and their siblings demise. Their House split, each son taking power in different regions of Lower Wenonia, resulting in a decade-long civil war which ended in the newly named House Dieuwert's victory. Colognia Dieuwert, the newly landed lord, either killed off or vassalized his siblings, and reigned over the entirety of the region.
Afterwards, he commissioned the great Wenonian Canals project, a massive system of canals, dams, and dykes which would redirect Lower Wenonia's rivers and swamps into arable farmlands. I took nearly a century to finish the first stages, but by 4000BBY Lower Wenonia became an agricultural hub of Gylif. House Dieuwert and its vassals continued to reign over the land until the Lyseli family began shaking things up. Early on, House Dieuwert cut a deal with the Lyseli family in exchange for a cut of land in Upper Wenonia, a rocky, mineral-rich region and one where the Gylifan alloy could be found easily in relatively large quantities. House Dieuwert has since remained loyal to the Lyseli, maintaining their favor as one of Gylif's largest food and mineral producers. Their colors, violet and yellow, represent the Dieuwesh Flower, which are a delicacy of the region. It's known for its powerful roots, which can live even after the stem and leaves die, only to blossom again once conditions are ripe.

I'll add 2-3 people tomorrow morning, probably. Still working on them.

Prince Basjun Dieuwert

Name: Bas'jun Dieuwert

Description:

Gender: Male

Age: 64

Title(s): Prince of Wenonia, Lord of The Green Coast

Relation within the House: Head of House Dieuwert

Personality and skills: Bas'jun is a realist first and foremost, a trait ground into him after escaping from his family's manor home to explore the planet. He is also very independent and persistent, encouraging others to be the same. The Prince can also be distrusting of those who are not part of his inner circle, and skeptical even with them. He knows and acknowledges that the criminal underbelly of the world can never be tamed, and tries to work around them as opposed to completely eliminating them. His keen observational skills help him read people, and he's rather handy with a blaster pistol.

History: As a young man, Bas'jun escaped from his family's marble manor home on the Green Coast, hoping to see the larger world. He wandered Gylif for several years, living on the streets and in shoddy motels for most of them, eventually becoming a respected business man in one of their capital's lower quarters. He returned when he learned of his father's deteriorating health, and accepted the title of Prince at his behest.
Since then, Bas'jun has been working to improve the general wealth and economy of his Princedom. Wenonia has sold millions of acres of state-held property to the poor and impoverished, turning it into small farms and turning honest people away from the life he knew in the lower quarters. Although many in his cabinet opposed this move, the Prince nonetheless gave these title-less people the freedom to become self-sustaining, and often a little more. This part of the country, called Freesia, is full of small farms and towns, and is a favorite vacation spot for Bas'jun.
In his middle age, Bas'jun has began thinking about a possible heir, so that he may retire early. He has narrowed his options down to two: His younger brother, Dezmark, and his eldest daughter, Neferati. Both are intelligent and younger than him, but while Dezmark seems eager to rule, Neferati enjoys her freedom and youth. In the meantime, Bas'jun is a well-known and loved by his people, and has a few good years left in his reign.

Dezmark Dieuwert

Name: Dezmark Dieuwert

Description:

Gender: Male

Age: 46

Title(s): Duke of Marju

Relation within the House: Brother to the Prince

Personality and skills: Dezmark Dieuwert is confident and ambitious, hoping to replace his brother on the throne as Prince. The Duke is known to be very resourceful, capable of accomplishing tasks beyond his position should allow. His position as his brother's right hand is undisputed, and all assume he is a shoe in for Prince, as Bas'jun looks for an early retirement. He looks up to his brother, and hopes to be as well loved as him. However, he does have a cold side, capable of ordering executions without hesitance, and his jealousy can get the better of him at times.

History: Dezmark was born shortly before his brother Bas'jun left for the city, and never actually got to know him until he was in his early teens, after he accepted the position of Prince. He and his brother were distant at first, with Dezmark being granted the title of Duke more to appease him than out of any affection. The Duke ran his city well, and when called to court by his brother, would act polite and calm. After a crisis in Marju demanded the Prince's attention, Bas'jun spent some time there with his brother, and it was during this time that they become close.
The Prince invited Dezmark to spend more time in the capital, which the Duke accepted. For nearly twenty years, Duke Dezmark has spent the majority of his time by his brother's side, making contacts with the various aristocrats and minor vassals. Politically, he has made numerous moves, earning the trust-- or taking it through blackmail, of numerous notable people in the Princedom.

Neferati Dieuwert

Name: Neferati Dieuwert

Description:

Gender: Female

Age: 32

Title(s): Countess of Hensdale

Relation within the House: Daughter of Bas'jun, Niece to Dezmark

Personality and skills: Neferati is a persistent girl, for better or worse. Her stubbornness is well known throughout her family, and she isn't willing to back down when she chooses to go down a certain path. The being said, she isn't the type to walk down a path at any time, and prefers to spend her time in the family manor, reading and enjoying the year-round temperate weather. Above all she desires comfort, and resents her father for often pushing her to explore the world outside her resort city and others like it. She relies heavily on her adviser and vassal, Baron Ghedi Valshaa, a minor noble in a minor family. Her adviser is known for his cunning and inventiveness, and his loyalty to Neferati is utter.

History: Neferati was born several years after her father obtained his title, and lived most of her young life around her nannies and distant family members, who taught her the skills royalty are expected to possess. When she reached her early teens her father decided to begin taking her around important meetings and balls, to mingle and begin socializing, something she enjoyed. However, when her father began pushing her to take more responsibility and finish her grooming to become Princess, she handled the position poorly and failed her duties.
The Countess was disappointed in herself, but this was quickly replaced with anger as her father cut off many of her privileges, and asked her to live a more modest life for a time, so she might better understand fiscal responsibility. However, rather than abide her father's wishes, she stayed with House Valshaa, a small family of land holders in the southern part of the country. After nearly a year away, her father gave in, and allowed her a title as Countess of a distant resort city and asked that one of the Valshaa, whom the Countess trusted greatly, to assist in her affairs. Since then Neferati and her father have been distant, although they are at least cordial with each other.

Star Wars....Game of Thrones style

I'm interested in this. Love Star Wars, and love the idea of politicking in the setting.

Digital Soul Online

Name: Elliott Thomas
Username: Breaker (Also known called EllTee)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Personality: Dependable, Patient, Caring, Observant, Possessive, Suspicious. Being trapped in DSO is actually something of a relief for him, at least for now.
History: Born and raised in small-town Ohio, Elliott has spent most of his life yearning for a sense of adventure and fulfillment. His family split up when he was young, and troubles with his kin have continued to this day. Plagued by financial trouble, trying to juggle a job and college, and also dealing with family issues, DSO seemed like the perfect escape when he broke and finally purchased the game and system on the last day of preorders. After leaving the game, his health deteriorated and can no longer feel his legs.
Appearance: Tall, medium-length dark hair, with sharp facial features. Athletic build. Wears tight-fitting clothes of a wide range of style.

Race: Human
Weapon: Firearm(Rifle)
Stats:
-STR: 4
-END: 3
-AGI: 10
-INT: 7
-WIL: 6
Favored Skills: Marksman, Light Armor, Mechanics, Acrobatics, Alteration, Analysis, Detection
Perks:
Illusionist: Illusion spells take less MP, and have a shorter cool-down. Recognizing opposing Illusions also comes easier.
Sharp Eyes: Gives a bonus to most sensory-based skills, and makes recognizing Illusions easier.