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[Enuky]

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Please complete this short form and post it here or send it directly to me. Once approved, it will be added to the List of Characters thread. Useful information for constructing your character can be found in the Kingdoms & Affiliations thread. Thank you!
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Briefly describe the physical and personality traits of your character. Provide details on the type of clothing adorned by him/her as well as any weapons or items carried.​

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[Andraus]

Name: Mizuki IshikawaAge: UnknownHeight: 4'5Race: High-Born DemonNationality: Hell, Circle of PrideBrief Description:     

• Her eyes are multi-color like her sisters
  
• [SIZE= 16px]She normally wears this type of clothing[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 16px]She is always excited by the prospect of science[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 16px]She reads and writes in each of the native languages of the kingdoms, as well as Alethean, as well as the Demonic tongue.[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 16px]She loves to sing, especially while operating.[/SIZE]
  
• She carries a modified Meat-hook with three extra hooks, and barbed wire along it's sides. She often uses this in her 'Research'
  
• She also carries a light-weight, medium-to-short ranged variant of the repeater rifle (her own design)
  

Brief Bio:


    Mizuki, originally believed to have been killed during the raids, is the youngest surviving member of the Ishikawa clan. Like many from her family, she has an insatiable drive towards violence, but time away from her clan has mellowed her out some. One of the designers of the repeater rifles, she is an intelligent woman, who prides herself over using her brain instead of brute force. Though she is by far less 'openly' sadistic than her sister, she has her own version of her tendencies. In the pursuit of understanding how the body works, she studies necromancy, performs experimental surgical procedures on bodies dead (or living) and is prone to do experiments of any nature, regardless of moral boundaries. In her mind, in the pursuit of knowledge, there are no limitations.


Her time after the demon raids has allowed her to research and discover at her own leisure. While not an ally of the humans, she is not as blindly devoted to the king as many others. She doesn't care who is in charge: So long as she is left to her research, it doesn't matter to her. However, to ensure she doesn't run out of a selection of test subjects, she offers 'incentives' to the greedy and the idiotic. After all, they'll just get killed in the wilds sooner or later, so why not use their bodies for something more....productive?


To ensure she has the best materials for the job, she runs a front as an herbal alchemist in Bathelon, using the remedies of the earth to treat wounds. As magic is still not widely trusted, her work ensures she is financially well-off. However, there are still those that question the beautiful looking alchemist and how, despite having been there for decades, she seems as if she has not aged a second. An avid reader, and a singer of great skill, she takes pride in her research, and hopes to one day find someone that can match her intellect. You have no idea how DREADFULLY dull it is to not have a decent intellectual sparring partner.

 

[Andraus]

Name: Nathadhir 'Natha' Tognir inAinn
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Age: 437
Height: 5'9
Race: Human/Demon Halfling, 38th Prince for the Throne of Alethea, Commonly dubbed 'The Silver Lord' or 'The Bright Master' by the Aletheans and 'Gravewalker' by the Demons.
Nationality: Alethean
Brief Description:
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~Pale skin that faintly glows in the moonlight.
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~Piercing blue eyes
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~Self-inscribed tattoos, retelling the fall of his Kingdom in the Alethean.
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~A Mithiril Forge-Hammer
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~Bow
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~Sword
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~Broken sword of his father, used as a dagger
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Brief Bio:
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    Alethea...The name speaks in whispers to this man. Once, he was Nathadhir Tognir inAinn, 38th in line for the throne. Believing he would never have claim over the throne, He devoted his life towards the smith-craft. His armor and weapons are forged by his hand, pieces of art as well as weapons of war. His blood was mixed with that of a demons, an enchantress 'mother' who used her wiles to infiltrate the upper echelon of society. As such, magic is strongly inherited in his blood, making his skin faintly glow in the shine of the moon.
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When Alethea fell to the Demons, Natha believed it was a personal failure on his part: He had taken part in it's defense, and slew many demons, but ultimately his weapons were not enough to defeat the horde of raiders. His mother, wanting to save her own son, attempted to convince him to join willingly with the Demon Lord. It appeared she had succeeded.
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She was wrong.
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Natha used his close proximity to the new ruler to aid in the defense against the Demon Raids. At the end of their time, the masters of the Inquisition, now the Wilting Rose, came to him in order to seal away the kingdom. Natha knew that attempting to save the kingdom in it's current state was a lost cause: The other kingdoms were not strong enough, and the Demon-King would only have time to rebuild his strength. They needed to be contained.
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It is not clear what Natha and they did, but history has shown that Alethea now floats above ground, hidden to all, but a few. Natha, before they sealed it away, had escaped the city, but vowed he would return one day to reclaim it. For the last hundreds of years, he has remained hidden from the eyes of many, preferring to travel and hunt darkness where he finds it. This is due to the fact that the Demons know of his involvement in the imprisonment of their brethren, as well as the murder of two of the clan leaders of the Ishikawa and Mazoku clans.
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His vow to his people remains strong to this day. He hunts into their infested hollows, and destroys them. He fury is burning light, casting away the shadows. He will return to Alethea one day, to take back what was once his families.
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I know there are likely a bunch of issues with this, and if need be, I'll rework the lot of it, but I am doing this with available knowledge. I took the picture, because you described the Kingdom as Greece/Roman in nature, and it closely resembles roman legionnaire armor.

 

[transcendantviewer]

Name: Dreadnought


Age: 4,683


Race/Class: Warforged Berserker


Nationality: None


Description: Dreadnought is a veritable colossus of steel and iron. Standing 9 and a half feet tall and weighing close to 3/4s of a ton, he is a force to be reckoned with. His black, battle-damaged steel body and deep orange eyes make him an intimidating site and the large Bardiche that he wields in battle makes him exceptionally dangerous. 


Bio: Forged for war many centuries ago, Dreadnought has since adopted a largely peaceful existence, deciding to live a natural life in the wilds. With the emergence of this war encroaching upon his territory, Dreadnought is forced to act once more. Wielding his axe to frightening efficiency, he fights with a ferocity known only to a golem. Blessed - and cursed - with the capacity to enter a frenzy when harmed, Dreadnought loses all reason and attacks whatever is closest to him if he fails to keep his mind together. While berserk, his attacks become even more devastating and swing with single-minded purpose - destroying everything in his path until he can finally calm down or someone can calm him down.

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Name: Yoren Usher, The Sallow Man, The Thin Crow, Witch-HunterAge: 73Height: 7’2”Race/Class: Human/Witch-HunterNationality: Rose/ Wilted RoseBrief Description:





Yoren is a melancholy man who seems to always have a dour, almost dreary air about him, even on the nicest of days. Ramrod thin, he looks almost emaciated at times, with eyes sunken deep into his skull, and his flesh has a sallow look to it. His preferred clothing is made from thick leather that are enough to keep him warm and protect him from basic attacks, with a small rose medal pinned onto his chest near his heart. He also sports a leather capotain hat, which adds a solid foot to his already extreme hight. He carries a pair of rapiers on each hip, as well as over a dozen flintlock pistols, hidden in the folds and sleeves of his clothes so that only four are visable, located on the front and back of his belt. He brings with him several flasks filled with various alchemical solutions to create anything from a bit of smoke and light to a raging inferno. And of course, a simple leather whip.


Brief Bio: A member of the Wilted Rose, Yoren is a professional monster hunter, having slain hundreds of beasts, demons, and rampaging magic users in his time. While extremly old by the standards of many, what's more suprising is that he is just as able bodied as the day he joined, if not more so. His greatest goal in life is to finally destroy the one demonic bastion left over in their world. The Umbra Carcerem.

 

[Trombone Geek]

Name: Yoren Usher, The Sallow Man, The Thin Crow, Witch-HunterAge: 73Height: 7’2”Race/Class: Human/Witch-HunterNationality: Rose/ Wilted RoseBrief Description:


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Yoren is a melancholy man who seems to always have a dour, almost dreary air about him, even on the nicest of days. Ramrod thin, he looks almost emaciated at times, with eyes sunken deep into his skull, and his flesh. Wearing thick leather clothes that are enough to keep him warm and protect him slightly, with a small rose medal pinned onto his chest. He also sports a leathercapotain, which adds a solid foot to his already extreme hight. He carries a pair of rapiers as well as over a dozen flontlock pistols, hidden in the folds and sleeves of his clothes so that only two are visable, on his belt. He also sports several bottles filled with alchemical solutions to create anything from a bit of smoke and light to a raging inferno. And of course, a whip.


Brief Bio: A member of the Wilted Rose, Yoren is a professional monster hunter, having slain hundreds of beasts, demons, and rampaging magic users in his time. While extremly old by the standards of many, what's more suprising is that he is just as able bodied as the day he joined, if not more so. His greatest goal in life is to finally destroy the one demonic bastion left over in their world. The Umbra Carcerem.

Ya be fookin' tall, mate.

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Ya be fookin' tall, mate.

People view great men as veritable giants.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Name: Lenelia VaterianAge: 28Height: 5'11"Race: Half-Elven BardNationality: BathelonBrief Description:


    Wherever Lenelia walks, he draws attention. One of the most distinguished features Lenelia possesses, which sets him apart from many other Half Elves, is his rather feminine appearance of long, pristine white hair, smooth facial features, and light skin. Rather frequently is Lenelia mistaken for a woman, which is cause for much disdain on his part. Many who make this mistake live to regret it as Lenelia has a sharp tongue laced with many, venomous words, words he has picked up and learned in his trade as a Bard. When not angry, Lenelia still thrives off of attention from others, manipulating many coins into his pockets with his musical charisma.


Lenelia typically dresses himself in outfits of many colors, usually long sleeved tunics and long trousers. When preparing for a battle, or accompanying war bands, Lenelia dons a chainmail shirt under his clothes for protection. Weaponwise, he carries a Rapier, Crossbow, and Shield. The musical instruments he carries at all times are a flute, harmonica, and his signiature lute.


As a Bard, Lenelia is capable of casting magic, using his instruments and voice in place of a wand. His spells have a variety of effects, but fall mostly on inspiring his allies and empowering them, while being able to halt enemy pushes with curses and ill meaning debuffs. A particular favorite of his is his "Vicious Mockery", where he laces his voice with magic and outright insults a foe. If they take it to heart, the magic muddles their brain and floods their emotions with negativity. The insulted don't have to speak the language they were insulted in, either...


Brief Bio:


    Born and raised in a village of Human and Elven Druids, Lenelia's upbringing was stable and happy, if not a bit boring. The ways of the Druid failed to impress him, and he simply didn't have the motivation to learn their nature-powered magic. Worse yet, Lenelia felt claustrophobic in their tightknit village, so many folks in such a confined space, he found himself struck with a wanderlust.


When Lenelia came of age to leave, he did so without hesitation, not even giving a farewell to his Elven mother and Human father. Into the Bathelonian cities he ventured, wherein he learned his natural talent with music, and kept a steady income by performing in the streets. Soon his talents were recognized by a professional, and Lenelia was inducted into the Bardic College. It was here that Lenelia realized he did indeed have the innate ability to cast magic through his music and voice.. though at the time, magic was illegal in Bathelon, and so it was kept hidden.


Lenelia fled the kingdom when the Plague struck, tempted to return to his old Druidic village, though he never did so. Instead he kept to the wilderness of Rose, practicing his magical music in secret.


As the Plague receeded and the Resistance started to gain influence, Lenelia returned to the Bathelonian cities, playing music in the streets like the old days. He has sung about many heroes and villains, adding their talents to his own repetoire in private..

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Name: Sir Edward Blake, The Blind KnightAge: 52Height: 6’3”Race: Human/KnightNationality: YunakaiBrief Description:


    With a wild mane of chesnut hair that reaches down to the small of his back, and the strength of a cave bear, many a man and woman has made the mistake of assuming that Sir Edward was an uncultured brute. However, the truth of the matter is quite the opposite. The perfect word to describe Sir Edward would be...  articulate. From his movwments to his words, every action he makes seems to have been carefully contemplated hours before he does them. Though, this may be due to the lack of sight he's had for the past 34 years. He weilds a variety of weapons, from mace to glaive, though his preferred gear is a simple steel longsword and a large oak-and-steel shield.


Brief Bio:


    Born in the Yunakaian coastal city of Veneza, Edward squired under a famed knight at the time. Eventally becoming a Knight himself, Edward traveled Yunakai, Rose, and Bathelon, slaying monsters, defending small folk, and going on quests. However, tragedy struck the handsome knight one fateful day, when he would learn that he had begun to go blind through the effects of an unknown disease. Falling into a deep depression at the fact that he could no longer be a knight, he continued to travel the land, as best as he could, eventually finding himself in the capital of Bathelon. Whilst wandering through the city, hevwould hear the sound of the most beautiful voice he had ever heard before in his life singing from somewhere nearby. So, he would follow the voice through the tight, winding streets and narrow alleyways of the city, untill finally coming to the place where it emminated. Luckily for Sir Edward, the first floor of the building was a small general store for adventurers, travellers, and the like. There, he would meet the woman that would later become his wife, Lotus. Lotus was a beautiful woman, though what she really looked like was a complete mystery to the blind knight, but her voice more than made up for it. The two became fast friends, with Lotus eventually introducing Sir Edward to a friend of hers, a blind combat master named Ilyn. Taking the young knight under his wing, Ilyn taught Edward not only how to deal with his blindness, but taught him of the many advantages to blindness for a knight. Eventually, Sir Edward as skilled as he was with the sword before his blindness, and then became even greater. After a time, Lotus and Edward would eventually get married, and become a wandering duo, with Lotus acting as Edwards eyes when needed. Eventually, Lotus became pregnant after Edward had become a legend among many people, and they would settle near the triple border of Rose, Bathelon, and Yunakai.





Name: Louise "Far-Eyes" BlakeAge: 18Height: 5’6”Race: Human/MarksmanNationality: YunakaiBrief Description:


    Louise has often been described as a "woman so beautiful as to make the gods jealous" by the people around her, though she honestly does not care. Tomboy-ish and rather strong, Louise was skilled in combat, having been trained with sword, bow, and even a bit of magic. She is a kind hearted girl, as well as brave and clever.


Brief Bio:


    Born of Sir Edward and Lotus, she spent most of her life in the backwoods of the three countries, slowly showing her amazing marksman abilities. When she became 13, her mother died in her sleep due to natural causes. After her mothers death, her father decided that it was time for them to leave, and have her see the world. They've been traveling ever since then.

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Name: FalamarAge: 27Height: 6’8”Race: Human/SwashbucklerNationality: YunakaiBrief Description:

Falamar is a handsome man, willowy in form. His brown hair has been chopped short, and always has a faint smell of salt spray, while his eyes are like pieces of glittering obsidian. Falamar is known in nearly every port as a womanizer, though this is more fanciful fiction than fact. Rather than a rough and tumble pirate, Falamar is the sort of man who would rather settle down with a good book and a light drink than have adventures, though almost none of his crew knows of this side of him, besides his first mate Amergin, his most trusted friend. No matter what he wears, Falamar always has a large, ancient, weatherworn leather jacket on over it, thick and heavy to protect against the cold biting winds of the open ocean. He wields two blades, a cutlass and a rapier, and is skilled in various forms of combat.


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[COLOR= rgb(57, 66, 77)]   Falamar is the de-facto leader of the Lanun, a band of privateers and pirates who work for the highest bidder. The Lanun are descended from a group of Yunakain's who preferred the beauty of the oceans above the dangers of dragons. For them, a crew's first loyalty is to its captain. The Captain's loyalty, however, is towards either Falamar or Hannah the Irin, a powerful storm witch from the rocky shores of Bathelon. Falamar personally sees himself as a dashing rogue - a charming leader with a rapier-sharp wit. When he sets his sights on plunder, he prefers to not kill the victims of his raids (claiming that would keep them from bringing him more loot). He is an excellent swordsman, a capable military commander, and a shrewd business man. [/COLOR]


@Enuky

 

[Inheritance]

Name: Alamar Silverspire, however he calls himself Alamar Majere
Age: 25-Looks about 40
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Race: Human Magic User (Mage)
Nationality: Yunakai, though he fled to Rose
Brief Description:


Personality: Very cynical, sarcastic, and overall disrespectful to anyone that doesn't get things as quick as he does, or not gifted in magic. He feels anyone not gifted in magic should be ashamed of themselves. He has extreme respect for powerful casters, however


Descriptin:


He carries around his spellbook, and a staff. The staff can cast a feather fall, a light, and it enhances all his other spells, as well as storing a few spells in it so he can use them without too much stress on himself... He looks very old from many magical accidents as he learned, but is actually pretty young.

Brief


When he was young, he played with his family like a normal kid would. His family was middle class, working their way up very fast, but when he was young they still hadn't acquired much wealth or a name, and in fact they were progressing so fast that they were always out of place where ever they went. Just as they began to warm up and fit in where they were, they moved up again. Well the reason why was his father was so great at what he did-he was a strategist. One of many that helped the Crown fight wars and keep order within the cities. Well he had been working his way up fast, he had a brilliant mind and was a fairly powerful mage...but as he got higher and higher up, he seemed to forget about his magic and focus more on his job, so they could keep climbing. Now Alamar loved his father for one reason and one reason only-his magic. Magic fascinated Alamar, and while his brother hardly cared for it, he loved it, and studied it every waking moment. He would stay up at night studying spell books that his father had long ago surpassed. He spent his school days reading, he spent time where other kids may have gotten stronger from recreation reading, and while most sharpened their bodies, he sharpened his mind. Well he became very skilled at his craft, and at an extremely young age of 13 he demanded to take tests to put him in the finest wizard school in the land. Of course he was denied, and it infuriated his brother. His brother...while he never bullied him or anything, never liked him either. He didn't envy him, but hated that his brother embarrassed him. He was so strange, and his friends made fun of his brother. Not that he cared. Alamar was a freak...that's all there was to it. And he treated him like one around his friends, and ignored him when they were alone.


Alamar himself was envious of his brother, always getting what he wanted, quickly, effortlessly. That was his brother, and it continued to be him as they advanced through the ranks. Well when they could officially call themselves nobles, Alamar was 19. He demanded once more to take the tests, and when they rejected him again, he simply left. It was one night, he didn't have much to take. But he packed, left, and by the next morning, nobody knew what had happened. He changed his last name (not legally, but called himself something else) and fled to the Rose Kingdom.


He continued there for a while, watching in secret the rebellion, and how his family STILL went up in the ranks. Well he didn't care. They would now deal with the Rebellion. He took no part in it, just practiced his magic from afar, learning discipline and respect for those who put in time for the craft. He is now a powerful magic user, and shed no tears when he learned of his family's demise. Well, most of them. His brother was still alive. Of course. Well he would give him some trouble then. Oromis probably forgot all about him. That was fine, he would make him remember. @Enuky

 

[Trombone Geek]

Full Name:

Eskel "The Everyman" Ridley

Age:

24 years old

Height:

5'9''

Race:

Human/Murderer

Nationality:

Yunakai

Brief Description:

Eskel comes across as both neurotypical in personality and average in appearance. He is tan from the time he spent outside during his days chasing down murderers, although being on the run has left dark circles under his eyes, which are a light grey-green. He's of average height, and his clothing varies but never stands out, choosing muted colors and only wearing dark greys at night. His curly brown hair is kept short and easy to deal with, and he is clean shaven.

Personality wise, Eskel seems normal, if a bit morbid, although that's something assumed to come with the occupation he'd chosen. When he's not blending in, however, Eskel has a puppy-like excitability about all things bloody and dangerous, like sharp objects and the best way to skin a guy while keeping them alive for months on end. He is organized, a requirement of being in hiding like he is, and is slow to anger, ignoring most insults. However, sometimes his control slips up, and he'll turn incredibly violent in the blink of an eye. He has some psychopathic tendencies, like the tendency to lie and manipulate without care, and is fully aware of what he's doing and what he's become.

Brief Bio:

Eskel was always interested in picking people apart, and spent most of his young life as an introvert, people-watching. After the disappearance of his father, the murder of his mother, and his subsequent removal from his home to an orphanage, Eskel's personality took a 180 and he was suddenly out in the world, talking with people, appearing friendly. In reality, he was learning all he could, because he wanted to grow up and bring his mother's killer to justice. In his time before detective work (or whatever you would call it), he learned how to play the flute, but dropped this when he was finally employed.

And he did just that. At the age of 22, Eskel successfully drew up a profile of his target and caught them redhanded, in the middle of a killing. As the Yunakaian guards dragged the man away to be executed, Eskel couldn't help but be drawn closer to the man's (luckily) living victim. With nobody to watch, the young man curiously finished the job, wondering what his own reaction would be. He was stunned when he felt zero remorse.

In a not-so-wise decision to see how far he could push himself, Eskel tried a victim of his own choosing, an elderly woman who had cursed out a beggar for trying to steal some bread from her bakery. It was an easy kill, and so he did it again, this time taking out the captain of the Yunakaian guard who had scorned him. Before long, Eskel was responsible for a long string of serial killings, and was known as "The Everyman" due to the fact that nobody could draw up a profile on him. He out-averaged the average.

Eskel has been on the run for two years.

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Enuky And so yet another person of dubious morals joins Prudence and her cause! (Cause... Klaus... HAHAHA i'm exhausted)

 

[DemetrioMachete]

(Cause... Klaus... HAHAHA i'm exhausted)

Everything in Morganna is Klaus fault apparently.

 

[Trombone Geek]

Everything in Morganna is Klaus fault apparently.

LEGIT

 

[Andraus]

Full Name:
Queen Valerie Yuriya Idylis

Age:

78 (appearance of a twenty year old)

Height:

4'5

Race:

Dhampir/Necromancer

Nationality:

Syndarian

Brief Description:

Calculative, Manipulative, and Determined, Valerie will do anything to achieve what she perceives as order. An astute believer in the philosophy of order and total control, and a long surviving member of the game of nobility, Valerie can easily be your strongest ally or worst enemy. She never aids out of the goodness of her heart, and will always attempt to sway things in the favor of her and her allies. In helping you, she helps herself.

Demon-Bone Wand
Mortalitasi Skull
Cold Steel foil Sabre

Brief Bio:

One would look at young Valerie, and see a woman of beauty and sophistication. She will act the part of a blushing virgin, careless and unknowing of the world around her. However, that is simply what it is- an act. Valerie is far from young, and knows more about the world around her than she lets on. Born of the union between her mother, the former Queen, and a Vampire Noble, Valerie grew up training to become a Mortalitasi, having the great honor to care for the dead in the Grand Necropolis.

During a daring assassination attempt, however, the former heir to the throne was killed. With their only son slain, the aged King and Queen were forced to name Valerie as the next in line. Unbeknownst to them, she had long since awaited her time to ascend the throne, having learned the ways of politics from the many elders inside of her order. Her Ascension was marked with the brutal assassination of every enemy of her family in Syndaria. She ascended the throne at 55, barely looking older than a child.

Her Vampiric heritage has slowed, but not stopped, her aging process- Now at the age of 78, she barely looks twenty. This has allowed many to believe she is simply a foolish little girl, small and fragile, which Valerie exploits to the fullest extent. She has continued her studies as a Mortalitasi, heavily increasing the size of the Fallen Army. Like many in her blood-line, she has a fine appreciation for knowledge and art, though she'll act the fool if it suits her interests.

With the death of the aged King Rose, the rise of King Thornton, and the death of his fiancee, Valerie believes it is time to put the rumors of the two kingdoms uniting to rest- This year, the two kingdoms shall reunite once again, and crush this pathetic uprising called the Resistance. She will see the Rose Kingdom become what it should be- Large, United, Orderly, Strong, Prosperous....and completely within her grip.

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