Fantasy Musket and Magic CS

[Elekta Kount]

CS Sheet
Name: (Your character's name. Include any notable aliases in parenthesis)
Age: (Please don’t make a 20 year old Colonel, be reasonable!)
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Birth Place: (Which province is your character from? Ex: Klosterstein, Vorkurov, Großbirge, Marçon, Uniseria, Sarratillo, Westray, Kikozawa)
Rank: (Commander of [insert regiment] if your commanding a regiment)
Regiment:
Appearance: (Use pictures!)
Personality:
History:
Equipment and Resources:
Magic:
Other:
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Regiment Sheet Page
(Include under your CS Sheet!)
Regiment Name: (What is your name called? Include nicknames. Ex: Von Günzburg’s Grenadiers, The Old Guard, 5th Marçon Hussar Regiment, Rabbit Rangers )
Place of Origin: (Klosterstein, Vorkurov, Großbirge, Marçon, Uniseria, Sarratillo, Westray, Kikozawa)
Origins: (Why was this unit founded?)
History: (What is the history of this army aside from their origins? Major battles, heroic figures, anything will fit here.)
Regiment Personality/Quirks: (Anything special about your regiment culture? Do they like to sing? Is there a group they dislike?)
Weapons: (What is your regiment's primary arms? Rifle Muskets? Katanas? Cannons? Horses and Carbines?)
Leader: (Is it just you? Or Are there other officers and heroes leading with you? Include Images if yes!)
Musician: (Fifer? Drummer? Trumpeter? What magical buffs do musicians grant your regiment? Include Image)
Regiment Standard: (What is this regiment's standard?What magical buffs do musicians grant your regiment? Include a picture or description.)
Livery: (Colors and Images! Show us pictures of your regiment!)
Regiment Theme: (Optional. Please try and do this! Preferably marches so we know what your regiment marches to! If you have a specfic theme in mind, look up the marching band version of it!)
Motto: (Optional)
Warcry: (Optional)
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Any question please ask in the discord or in the OOC!
A few things to also note:
-Your free to alter and add as much as you like, but have the above as a bare minimum
-I'm not going to regulate how much you write, I don't mind short for some of the things, but I may ask you to extend other parts.
-Please don't make 16 year old commanders, it's more acceptable for individual character
-You may have as many regiments and characters as you think you can handle, BUT, you must have at least one regiment to particapate.
-Stick with Napoleonic era uniforms pls! If you need any help with finding somthing for any components! Feel free to ask for help!
-Any magic should be fine, but I have to check off on it first
-A heart means it's been accepted, a cookie means I like what you have so far.
Can't wait ta see all ya creations!​

 

[MrThe]

Name: Gideon Diggs
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birth Place: Uniseria
Rank: Commander of 13th Legion
Regiment: 13th Legion
Appearance: Shown below, leftmost Horseman
Personality: He is extremely stern but cares for his men.
History: Career Soldier, served in several different regiments, always with distinction.
Equipment and Resources: A bunch of greenies with guns
Magic: None
Other: About to turn this sorry lot into a crack fighting force.

Regiment Name: 13th Legion, (Lucky Legion, Leadbelly Legion, Loser Legion, etc.)
Place of Origin: Glorious Uniseria
Origins: Created to Defend Glorious Uniseria
History: None to speak of, they've just barely been created by combining several older militia units into a new Line Infantry Unit. They have seen one policing action though.
Regiment Personality/Quirks: Will Eat Anything Edible and some things that aren't
Weapons: Rifle and Glorious Bayonet
Leader: The leftmost horseman is Me, the one beside me is the Second in Command, The rightmost horseman is the Third in Command
Musician: Drummer, Shown Below
Regiment Standard: Shown Below
Livery:

Regiment Theme:

Spoiler

Motto: No one wants to be defeated!
Warcry: Just Beat It!

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

Name: Charles-Baldwin Lasalle (the Golden Tempest)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Birth Place: Luisigan, Marçon
Rank: Colonel
Regiment: 5th Hussar Regiment
Appearance:

Personality: A lively and bold man who leads by example. His regiment follows his ambition and bravery. Often oozing with bravado, Lasalle and his regiment are the dream of women and nightmares of husbands. Notable for his saying "No proud Hussar lives till 30!". Usually because by that age, a hussar who has lived that long as been promoted to the old guard and rightfully so. Many officers in the old guard started their careers in the Hussars.

History: Lasalle is known for his bravery in leading the hussars. His general aggression matches well with the speed of the hussar. Originally a dragoon, his historical performance earned him his command of this swift unit as even as a dragoon, Lasalle would be the first to lead a charge into an enemy artillery position. His most notable exploit was taking a fort with just 900 hussars as they came out of the tree line and charged into the garrison of 5,000 men defending the fort. Seeing how brazenly the hussars charged, the fort surrendered as they assumed that the nearby battle had been lost and these hussars were now just mopping up survivors.

Equipment and Resources:
Uniform
A White Stallion with gold trimmed saddle and light armor
Sabre
Revolver
Carbine
Whistle
Pipe

Magic: None... other than his bigger than life personality and aura. Anyone on the battlefield would know that he and his regiment are fighting largely thanks to his colorful uniform. This would be a welcomed sight for allies and perhaps a terrifying thing for the enemy. After all... the hussars are typically sent after exposed units or retreating units. Plus, he's one convincing and charismatic guy. Is it magic? Well, some ladies would certainly say that his charm is magical. (Aura/Charisma "Magic")

Other

Regiment Name: 5th Marçon Hussar Regiment (The Ghost Regiment)
Place of Origin: Marçon
Origins: The Hussars were originally a foreign cavalry force who surrendered to Marcon. Their tactics and strategies were then implemented into the Marcon Cavalry force and led to numerous Dragoon reigments being transformed into Hussar Regiments with many foreigners among the new hussar regiments. Among the first to be transformed was Lasalle's 5th Dragoon Regiment. Thus, the former Colonel was promoted while Lasalle, the former Captain and color bearer, was promoted to replace the old Colonel. Under Lasalle, the value of the Hussars quickly became apparent. Thus, this relatively new regiment has performed exemplarly in the last few wars and is on track to set a new standard for light cavalry.
History: See Lasalle's history.
Regiment Personality/Quirks: The regiment is rather flashy with their bright uniforms and boisterous demeanor. Don't be surprised to hear them suddenly break into song while on the march or as they charge into an enemy flank.
Weapons: Carbines, Pistols, and Sabres

Leader:
CO: Lasalle
XO: Captain Colbert (Flag Bearer)



Musician: None! Unless you count their glorious singing! Quite magical if you ask me! Sometimes, their voices just seem to carry so far or travel in strange directions. (Sound/illusion magic)

Regiment Standard: The Regiment Colors is said to help regiment move quicker and more silently than any other Marcon hussar unit as it seems to flutter gently as if there is never any wind resistance.... could just be dumb luck but hey the 5th Regiment will take whatever it can get! (Minor Wind Magic. The wind will never put the regiment at a disadvantage and will usually help them. Speed boosts, throw sand/dirt into enemy eyes, bullets fly true, dampen the sound of the regiment charging until its much closer, etc)

Livery:

Regiment Theme:

Motto: No Hussar Lives Till 30!

Warcry: Vive le Marcon!

 

[Keidivh]

Name: Alrick Gottzmann, Gevatter Tod
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birth Place: Großbirge
Rank: Oberst (Colonel)
Regiment: 7th Garde-Grenadiers Regiment (The Forlorn Hope)
Appearance:

Personality: Despite having the grim task of leading the Forlorn Hope, Alrick is to most a cheerful enough fellow, known to smile and joke around with his subordinate's. While stern he is a reasonable man, someone you wouldn't mind sharing an ale with. On the field of battle Alrick seems to turn into another beast entirely, becoming a vicious commander, voice booming as orders are given. He leads his men by example, and his warcry has been the last thing heard by many an enemy.
History: It isn't known why Alrick joined the Forlorn Hope Regiment, the reason long since forgotten. All's that is known is that he joined at the age of 18, and has fought in it's ranks since. Even among the grim warriors of the 7th Alrick was known as a particularly brutal and fearsome soldier. There are multiple accounts of his ferocity in combat causing enemy soldiers to throw down their arms if only to be spared facing him. Over the years his reputation grew, and he is now the single oldest living member of the Forlorn Hope. Due to his extensive experience and penchant for success, Alrick was promoted to Oberst and continues to lead the regiment to redemption.
Equipment and Resources:
Officer's uniform
Revolver pistol
Zweihander
Whistle
Holy symbol

Magic: What is dead may never die - During battle Alrick seems to be able to give off an aura to his troops. When affected by this, the grenadiers are not only able to survive wounds that would kill another, but allow them to fight on. This has only added to the already fearsome reputation of the Forlorn Hope


Regiment Name: 7th Garde-Grenadiers Regiment (The Forlorn Hope)
Place of Origin: Großbirge
Origins: The Forlorn Hope regiment holds a special place of notoriety among the grand armies of Grossbirge. Once known as the Kaiser's Hammer, this regiment fell from grace when it was routed during a battle decades ago. They were immediately stripped of all honors, and the only way to redeem their worth was through a noble death on the field of battle. Ever since the Forlorn Hope has been home to men with no other options in life, where they have one final chance for atonement.
History: The 7th Garde-Grenadiers Regiment is an ancient regiment, although it's name and standing changed not that long ago. Before the Fall of the 7th, they were considered to be one of the most elite grenadier units available to Grossbirge, sent into where the enemy was strongest to shatter their lines. Many a time have they been responsible for shattering the enemy line with their ferocity and brutality. Since becoming the Forlorn Hope the regiment this has only continued, and their reputation has grow only more dire. An entire regiment of brutish warriors seeking nothing but a glorious death makes a terrifying opponent, and that is what the Forlorn Hope has become.
Regiment Personality/Quirks: Upon joining the regiment a funeral is held for the recruit, as all grenadiers of the 7th regiment are considered to be 'dead' already. Any friends or family they have will attend, along with the regiment if available. the service is led typically by the Oberst (colonel) and a chaplain. Despite the grim nature of the regiment there is still a strong sense of brotherhood and camaraderie in the ranks. One of their favorite hobbies is sparring, something they can often be found doing.
Weapons: The primary weapon of the Forlorn Hope is a specialized 'rifle' known as the Guillotine Gun. More a handcannon than a rifle, this massive weapon firing explosive mortars at enemies. Once engaged in close combat they become horrifically efficient butchering tools. While useless at range, death is assured if they get close enough

Spoiler: Guillotine Gun

CO: Oberst Alrick Gottzmann
XO: Kapitan Gregor Franz

Musician: The regiment is always accompanied by a troop of drummers, the thundering beats ushering on the warriors to battle. When in use the regiment seems to enter a type of battle frenzy, their strength and endurance seeming to increase when they hear this music. (Magic: Battlefrenzy)
Regiment Standard: Flown over the regiment since it's founding, there is no more prized relic in the regiment than the standard. The men of the 7th have been no to throw away their lives without hesitation to ensure it is protected. The standard rewards this loyalty and protection, offering protection of its own. When the 7th marches to war, bullets and shells seems to miss more often, sometimes even at point blank range. When this banner flies, the 7th knows the enemy has no chance of escape. (Magic: Aura of protection, causes incoming fire to miss more frequently)

Livery:

Regiment Theme:

Motto: "Onward to atonement."
Warcry: "The grave awaits!"​

 

[Elekta Kount]

"The whole art of war consists of guessing at what is on the other side of the hill."
Name: Christopher Thomas Willsden, Duke of Willsden, "The Iron Duke","Iron Nosy"
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birth Place: Westray
Rank: Duke, General
Regiment:

Spoiler: General's Staff

Appearance:

Spoiler: Iron Nosy

Personality: Willsden is renowned for his discipline and steadiness, especially while cannon balls are hurling inches from his head. Willsden is known for keeping order in his army, yet at the same time he isn't the loud boisterous type. Rather, he is prefers to observe and think, choosing his words and moments carefully. However, he is not without humor, in fact he finds it entertaining poking fun of everything any anything, or wisecracking ever chance he gets. Willsden has simple taste, fact is apparently his favorite meal is cold meat. Not one for fancy military gear or even cheering his own name, yet he puts up with it, especially if it keeps the army's moral up. Truth be told, under that Iron layer, Willsden cares for the safety of those under him, the only time he's seen weeping is over the corpses of dead footmen, and will hardly ever commit fully if it means great losses. Had it not been part of the title he inherited, Willsden would have never gotten into this business of war. Many think he's a humble man, but truth be told he hates being congratulated for his victories, he never sees it as much of a victory.
History:
The Duke of Willsden is quite a known figure around the lands of Novanasia and a legendary figure in Westray, the Duke has been credited for the victories against the nation of Marçon from their own territories to territories all across Novanasia.
The Duke was responsible for helping bring to an end many conflicts, weather they be through diplomacy or through joint force, and is currently appointed to oversee the training regime of a temporary multi-nation army, or rather, what most people had thought was temporary, little did they know...
Equipment and Resources:
The Iron Duke's Bicorne- Perhaps it's magical, perhaps it's not, either way, the very sight of this particular Bicorne can restore a unit's moral, or at least keep them from running.
Medallion of Lions- Rewarded by the Queen of Westrey for his action, the Medallion of Lions offers a small potential of negating damages, especially magical damages, but forming a barrier around the wearer.

Spoiler: The Duke's Sword

The Duke hardly ever uses his sword, but it's said to be quite swift, with the ability to slice through armor like butter.
Flintlock Pistol- A high caliber flintlock pistol that packs a punch, although takes a bit to reload.
Spyglass-Seeing where the enemy is vital, and this tool helps the Duke achieve said goal.
Magic: N/A
Other:​

 

[Keidivh]

Name: Sofia Wolff, The Wolf
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Demi-romantic
Birth Place: Großbirge
Rank: Oberst
Regiment: 22nd Jager Regiment (The Wolven)
Appearance:

Personality: Cool, calm and calculating are the words best used to describe Sofia the Wolf when she is on the hunt. Raised in the wilds of Grossbirge, Sofia is considered unrefined, uncouth and brash by her peers, many of whom came from nobility and military academies. She will not hesitate to call out a superior or fellow officer for a foolish command or mistake that they had made when none other would speak up.
History: Born in the deep woods of the northeast, Sofia was raised by her father as her mother had died during childbirth. For years she was trained by her dad in the ways of the hunt, and took to the rifle like a natural. By the time she was 18 she could outshoot nearly every other hunter in the region. Soon after her 18th birthday her homeland had gone to war, and being a true patriot enlisted as a Jager. While the discipline sat ill with her, she found the rest of the fighting techniques translated from hunting easily. Eventually she was recognized for killing the commander of an enemy regiment, throwing the opposing force into disarray and allowing a rout to occur. She continued to distinguish herself until eventually she was promoted to Oberst of her own regiment.
Equipment and Resources:
Jager Rifle
Hunting knife
Hunting clothing with Oberst insignia
Necklace with wolf teeth

Magic: Farsight - Sofia has eyes unlike any other, as they allow her to see unnatural distances, past fog, the darkness of night and the thickest of forests. Put simply Sofia is able to spot the enemy wherever they are no matter what circumstance. This allows her to position her Jagers in optimal locations and wreak the maximum amount of havoc possible.


Regiment Name: 22nd Jager Regiment (The Wolven)
Place of Origin: Großbirge
Origins: Assembled haphazardly during a war with Macron decades ago, the 22nd was compromised largely of hunters and proven marksmen from other regiments to use as sharpshooters. They served with distinction, and by the end of the war the ragtag troop was made into an official regiment of the Grossbirge Heer.
History: After serving in their first war with Macron, the 22nd continued to prove themselves as devastating sharpshooters. They became renowned as the bane of officers, striking at key personnel whenever the opportunity had arisen. No moment represents this better than Sofia's killing of an enemy Oberst. This was a defining moment for the 22nd and sealed their place in the Grossbirge Heer as some of the best sharpshooters available.
Regiment Personality/Quirks: The Wolven often hunt for their own meals whenever they have enough time, and occasionally will share their meals with fellow regiments if enough is leftover. The regiment had many conflicts against Macron, and to this day views them as rivals at best.
Weapons: Jager rifles
Leader: Sofia Wolff
Musician: The regiment typically has fifers accompany them into battle. When the music plays it seems to help the regiment move far quicker than they should be able to. This allows them to redeploy quickly and give them a chance to escape an enemy counterattack.
Regiment Standard: The regiments colors are venerated much like in any other regiment and with good reason. The standard helps to conceal the regiment, muffling their gunfire and making them difficult to see, especially if in cover. While by no means infallible, it makes their attacks much more of a surprise and much more difficult to counteract.

Livery:

Regiment Theme: WIP
Motto: "The last thing you'll never see."
Warcry: None, only the crack of gunfire.
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[Elekta Kount]

"Aye! We'll stick it to 'em!"
Name: Douglas McTavish, "Red Beans", "Red Barker"
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birth Place: Westray
Rank: Colonel
Regiment: 47th Highlander Foot
Appearance:

Personality: Tough, gruff, and won't take ye shite fer insulting his kilt, Douglas is your average highlander. Although he does not tend to speak much, even within the presence of other commanders, Douglas has a reputation for being quite the fierce fighter. Douglas doesn't tend to speak out much about tactics, perhaps he will occasionally comment about the conditions of the ground or a certain foliage , Douglas prefers to let others do the strategizing while he concentrates on what is going on on the ground. Outside of combat, Douglas can be found either drinking with his own men or sitting somewhere alone, writing in his journal about...agriculture? And cooking. Indeed, Douglas also possess a vast knowledge about agriculture, as his family came from a line of knowledgeable farmers. Thus, he tends to like to point out certain planets and crops, even be curious about newer planets. Douglas is also often found chewing on some sort of vegetable or edible planet. Douglas is also one for the culinary arts, often experimenting with different recipes, much to the delight of his regiment.
History:
Truth be told, it's actraully surprising that Douglas got where he is.
Douglas was born into a wealthy family, near the bottom of 12(his parents really didn't have much to do) to a Falnakirk who knew how to grow things even in the highlands. For the most part Douglas grew up in comfort, but was not content in life and decided to strike out on his own, attending the military academy in Falnakirk. Soon after he became an officer in the "Death Watch" regiment, and saw action across Novanasia.
When the opportunity of raising a new highlander presented itself, Douglas took it, buying the commission and becoming the regiment's colonel.
From there on he was in charge of the regiment and has lead it well since, although these highlanders oughta see more combat to bolster their experience.
Equipment and Resources:
Revolver- Simple six shot revolver, although not as powerful as the flintlock, still packs quite a punch and can fire off consecutive shots.
Runic Claymore- A runic two-handed claymore that grant's the wielder strength. Additionally, it is unbreakable, even by magic means, and has the ability to shatter weapons and is said to be capable cleave through even ethereal beings.
Ancestor's Knife- It is more a badge then anything, but, it serves to occasionally ward dispell magic.
Magic:
Highlander's Holler- Shouts in the ancient tongue of Douglas's homeland, which creates a blast of magic when Douglas shouts. These blasts are not only effective in knocking back the enemy, it demoralizes them, and strength the highlanders around Douglas.
Power of the Planet- Depending on the situation, Douglas can throw down seeds that he himself have bred, which will rapidly grow to deal with the situation. Examples include growing foliage to hinder the enemy movement or making a planet that combustion, stunning the enemy.
Other:
-Believe it or not, Douglas is actually a vegetarian, although his regiment is not.
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Regiment Name: 47th Highlander Foot, McTavish Highlanders, "Ladies from Hell"
Place of Origin: Falnakirk; Westray
Origins: Raised fight Westray's rivals, Marçon
History: The 47th Highaanders were actually split off from another highlander regiment, the famous "Death Watch", in order to bolster the Westray's armies in combat with those of the Marçon. As a result, they have not seen as much combat as some of the other highlanders, but what combat they did saw landed them a fierece reputation.
These highlanders have been with the Duke of Willsden's later campaigns, and are now serving with him in the multi-national army.
Regiment Personality/Quirks: The regiment is are tough lads with a bit of an accent. What makes them stand out to other regiments of Westray are their patterned kilts and their feather bonnets, which often sees them being made fun of by other regiments. Yet none can really deny, the highlanders have a reputation of being stoic under the worst of condition, and fierce in the thickest of fights. The highlanders have also been known for their drinking habits and occasionally becoming rowdier then Vorkurovians. The 47th also possess some of the better meals, as their Colonel knows how to make their rations a bit more decent, and even can grow planets to supplement their diet.
Weapons: Musket Rifles+Bayonets
Leader: Colonel McTavish
Musician: Drummer and Bagpiper
Summon the Ancestors-Upon playing a certain tune, summons the spirits of those who have fallen in the name of the motherland, it is most utilized on the charge, as the spirits sweeping through the ranks disrupting the enemy formation...before engaging the enemy until the end of the melee. The Bagpipes also serves to unnerve nearby enemies and scares away ethereal units.
Regiment Standard:

Banner of the Highlands- The highlander's weapon will light ablaze when engaging the enemy in melee, as the fires of the highlands will burn the enemies who dare threaten the motherland.
Livery:

Spoiler

Regiment Theme:

Spoiler

Motto: "Bidh sinn gan cur air ais gu ifrinn!" (We'll kick'em back ta hell!)
Warcry: "Falnakirk Forever!"​

 

[Elekta Kount]

The Fujioka Twins

"I will help ensure that we are victorious"
Name: Fujioka Hikotoshi
Age: Male
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birth Place: Kikozawa
Rank: Colonel
Regiment: 16th Kikozawa Imperial LineInfantry
Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality: Young Hikotoshi appears to be rather soft spoken on the outset, kind too, comparable to his regiment. Yet looks are deceiving, he's actually quite ambition in what he wants to accomplish for himself and his nation, not that he necessarily wishes ill. Fact is, it's a dream of Hikotoshi to able to prove himself worthy not just leading his clan, but perhaps one day prove himself worthy to be part of the Imperial Court. The young man does indeed have a good mind for leadership and is indeed bold, but is lacks the long term foresight or experience. Though it one could not say that Hikotoshi is ignorant, as he is always eager to learn about the world around him, including more modern equipment, especially leaving his island.
History:
Hikotoshi and Hikoshi were born a set of twins to the leader of the Fujioka clan and province within the island nation of Kikozawa. The two grew up almost inseperablly, spending much time together weather that be eating or training with traditional weapons or just hanging out. But as the two grew, they...not necessarily fell apart from one another, but rather the two had their own goals.
Hikotoshi was intreasted in the command aspect of his clan, often attending modern military conventions and parades in Kikozawa while dragging his bored sister with him. Hikotoshi was always one to think forward, least in terms of weaponry. Hikotoshi also took intreast in the people of the Fujioka province and when it a garrison force was needed to raise it, Hikotoshi volunteered to see to the task and even lead the force. This was after the declarations of peace, but the Imperial Army of Kikozawa wanted to expand, and thus Hikotoshi's levy regiment was upgraded to a line infantry regiment, and so did their training. They were eventfully chosen to be sent to the multi-national training exercise off the island, much to Hikotoshi's delight. Little did he know, the experience he had always wanted was coming at him like a stampeding herd of cattle...
Equipment and Resources:
Revolver- Simple six shot revolver, although not as powerful as the flintlock, still packs quite a punch and can fire off consecutive shots.
Katana of the Waves- A traditional sword of the samurai, in the hands of a modern day officer. This weapon grants the wielder the ability to harness the waves themselves, summoning waves upon land that roar in the direction of the weapon is slashed at.
Saihai of Command- A traditional signaling tool of the samurai, it's use is signal troops. It is also imbue with mystical powers that allow those commanded to mark for the regiment a particular enemy unit for increased focus and accuracy.
Jinkai Heirloom- A traditional signaling device made from a conch shell that makes a loud noise that could be heard across the battlefield. As of now it's only useful for issuing emergency orders or communicating long range, but it is said...it contains some form of magical property.
Magic: Health of Water- Hikotoshi possess the ability to heal people utilizing the power of water, weather this be on an individual scale or even on a unit scale. However, the more people he heals, the less he can he utilizing water.
Other: As of their meeting, Hikotoshi has often played chess with the Duke of Willsden, as he wants to learn to be like him.

"Courage...it is the difference between victory and death"
Name: Fujioka Hikoshi
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birth Place: Kikozawa
Rank: Colonel
Regiment: 2nd Kikozawa Imperial Guard Lancers
Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality:
Unlike her twin brother, Hikoshi is a more a reserved person, not choosing to talk as much or going out of her way to interacting with her fellow officers. However, some may say she's just shy, though she never outright shows it, instead opting for a sterner look, once you get to understand her she open's up much more. Just like her brother, she is very kind with people around her, once she gets to know them. Still, she does differ to her brother in that she's more focused on the task at hand. And while she does think of the future of her people, she is just as short sighted as her brother, even more so in the heat of battle. In battle, her entire personality almost changes, as she's always leads from the front of the charge, with a look in her eyes that is said to match that of a tiger. Hikoshi is defiantly the more traditional of the two, and her skill with her weapon is also not to be underestimated, for there's a reason she was appointment commander of an Imperial Guard regiment.
History:
Hikotoshi and Hikoshi were born a set of twins to the leader of the Fujioka clan and province within the island nation of Kikozawa. The two grew up almost inseperablly, spending much time together weather that be eating or training with traditional weapons or just hanging out. But as the two grew, they...not necessarily fell apart from one another, but rather the two had their own goals.
Hikoshi was much more into martial arts then her brother, and thus was able to excel into one of the best fighters not just in her province but the entirety of Kikozawa. She was trained to be a samurai, however, the age of samurai were coming to a close, much to Hikoshi's disappointment, but...when she was summoned by the Imperial Court, she found herself part of a new...class of warriors. A regiment to be exact, and even within this group of elite warriors she was still among the top. It was said that the leader at the time saw Hikoshi like a apprentice of sorts, and when he could no longer lead because of an injury, Hikoshi was oppointed the next leader of this Imperial Guard regimentl; to everyone's suprise. Though, at first things were rough, as she was a young leader, overtime her regiment came to not only work with her but support her, giving her even greater confdience to lead and making her fierecer in battle.
Now, with her brother, she has been assigned to represent her nation in the multi-nation exercise along with her brother. Hikoshi wasn't as elated as her brother, but as she would soon find out, her destiny would take her down quite an interesting trail...
Equipment and Resources:
Revolver- Simple six shot revolver, although not as powerful as the flintlock, still packs quite a punch and can fire off consecutive shots.
Naginata of the Winds- A traditional Kikozawan weapon that are often seen in the hands of their traditional samurai warriors, Hikoshi has trained with this weapon nearly all her life, and thus prefers this. This polearm grants the wielder the ability of the winds, such as summoning a guest of wind with each slash.
Samurai Katana- A simple samurai's katana, simple, yet elegant, but most importantly: Deadly.
Magic:
Fly Like the Wind- This ability allows Hikoshi to flow with the wind as if she was one, making her movements faster and more graceful, in addition to be able to feel the subtle differences within the wind when there are enemies upwind.
Other:
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Regiment Name: 16th Kikozawa Imperial Line Infantry of the Fujioka Province
Place of Origin: Kikozawa
Origins: Founded as part of the modernization process of the Kikozawa Imperial Army
History: Raised not long after the end of conflict around Novanasia at first as a garrison force to combat the rebels as a levy force, but was converted to the 16th Imperial Line Infantry as to bolster the Kikozawa's Imperial Army. This regiment has seen little fighting, as the worst they've fought were bandits. They were never expected to fight a war, but were sent to the multi-national training exercise off island to perhaps gain some more modern combat training. Little did they know, they were to get more then just training...they were going to gain experience...
Regiment Personality/Quirks: The 16th Imperial Infantry has yet to earn themselves a nickname or reputation, as they have just barely made it past basic training. However, the regiment is made up of kind and hard working folk, as many before were simple farmer folk. Most of the foot soldiers tend to look around at everything with a sense of wonder and even confusion, as this is the first time nearly all the regiment's been off the islands. However, even though the regiment seem soft spoken and at time nervous, they seem to eager to do their duty. Their strength lies in their fire power.
Weapons: Rifle Musket+Bayonet, Katana
Leaders:
Colonel Fujioka Hikotoshi
Captain Katou Ieshige
Military Adviser George McClure
Musician: Traditional Drummer and Piper
The March of the Levy- The steady beat of the drummer combined with the song of the piper keeps the infantry steady under pressure, even courage. Additionally, the beating of the drums creates an magical effect that slows down the enemy as they are approaching the regiment, making charges less effective.
Regiment Standard:

Hata sashimono of the Fujioka Clan- This is not your typical standard, as it is the traditional standard of Kikozawa. This standard makes the regiment's action faster, from both it's movement speed to it's reloading speed.​

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Motto: 私を殺さないものは、私をより強くします！(That which doesn't kill me, will make me stronger!)
Warcry:
Drummer: AAAAAAH! (Followed by the beating of the drums)
Commander/Officer: EI EI!! (Repeated)
Regiment: OU!! (Repeated​

Regiment Name: 2nd Kikozawa Imperial Guard Lancers, The Swooping Cranes
Place of Origin: Kikozawa
Origins: Founded as part of a reformation effort by the Kikozawa Imperial Court to modernize
History: 2nd Imperial Guard Lancers were formed by the court not long before the era of peace, although they've seen limited combat, mainly assigned to guard important figures of the Imperial Court, they have nevertheless a reputation for their thundering charges and rapid movement. They have been sent in place of the 1st Kikozawa Imperial Guard Lancers to take part within the multi-national training exercise.
Regiment Personality/Quirks: Many of those who make up this regiment were all former samurai warriors who were reformed into this regiment, hence their usage of the traditional naginata polearm instead of the more common lance, thus giving them a bit more of an edge in melee compare other lancer. Being former samurai, they follow still follow many warrior codes and teachings, but utilize it in a different light. This has given them the drive to charge head first into the line of fire without any hesitation, making them quite the powerful shock cavalry.
Weapons: Naginata, Revolvers, Samurai/Saber Sword
Leader:
Colonel Fujioka Hikoshi
Musician: Trumpeter
Under the Crane's Feathers- On the signal of the trumpeter, the lancers are subjugated to a magic status where most projectiles aimed at them from the front portion will miss their mark, although this only can occur while the trumpeter is playing, as well as only occur for a brief moment before the effect wears off. The banner also has the ability to glow, shining bright enough to give regiments around them an increase in viability.
Regiment Standard:

Banner of the Imperial Court- The Banner of the Imperial Court is a banner that is revered by Kikozawans and even can cause fear in their enemies. Not only does it grant an iron will to those Kikozawans around it, the banner has the ability of temporarily blinding those who gaze upon it who wish to do harm to the Imperial Court.
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Motto: ウェイが終わりに来たら、変化する - 変化した、あなたは通過する(When the Way comes to an end, then change - having changed, you pass through.)
Warcry: 徐福京! (Definition: Focus all your energy to one point)
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[Heyitsjiwon]

Name: Marie de Leval "the Little Empress"
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Birth Place: Marçon
Rank: Colonel
Regiment: 4th Régiment d’artillerie à pied
Appearance:

Personality: de Leval is a strict commander who could make even the gruffest drill sergeant break a sweat. Not one for much pleasantries, her words... better described as orders are succinct and to the point. If there's anything she values in the world, then it's time.

History: de Leval was originally a vivandrie whose natural knack for leading led to her in charge of one of Marcon's supply wagons. In the thick of battle, she and her fellow female vivandries would run into the battle lines to give ammo and food. Some were also tasked with retrieving the injured, and also to pick up the weapons of the fallen to continue the fight. de Leval was no stranger to the battlefield and her women were called the Angels of the Battlefield. However, during one battle during the Revolution, she was hit by shrapnel from a cannon in the hip with left her with a permanent limp. It took a year of recovery, but she soon rejoined the military as a logistics officer. Her experience with supply wagons proved invaluable as she would quickly set up fortified supply camps near the front lines even before the artillery regiments were completely set up.

It was not long before other officers noticed her amazing logistical capabilities and threw cannon batteries among her supply wagons. Initially, she had difficulty getting the men to keep up with her and to follow her orders, but they would soon learn that her orders were absolute as she would threaten with court martialing. A few foolish men called her bluff. They were executed within the month. Now she commands the utmost respect among the Marconese military as one of the most efficient artillery and logistics commanders in the continent. Most enemy batteries would take a full bombardment before they could get a single shot off.

Equipment and Resources:
A Golden Pocket Watch
Black Ivory Walking Cane
Officer's Sabre

Magic: de Leval seems to have an uncanny ability to make everyone work much quicker than usual as if everyone else was sluggish. (Time/Speed Magic)

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Regiment Name: 4th Régiment d’artillerie à pied (The Fearless)
Place of Origin: Marçon
Origins: The 4th Regiment is a very old and prestigious unit. Many legendary officers found their beginnings in this regiment as they learned that battle and wars are not won with guns, but with time and placement. However, the 4th Regiment has a black mark in its proud history as it was one of the first units to join the Revolution. The current parliament had to argue over who would command this unit. The Royalists desired someone of the Old Guard while the Revolutionaries wanted someone not a part of the old regime. Thus, de Leval was the compromise. She was a national folk hero, young, and female, while extremely disciplined and a veteran of the Royalist military.

History: See Above

Regiment Personality/Quirks: The 4th Regiment is near robotic as their movements are heavily drilled and experienced. Every second is valuable in the battlefield. Their quirk is that they really have none since they're always so busy doing something.

Weapons:
12 lb Cannons
Muskets

Musician: Each Company has a company drummer whose keeps the tempo and beat that the company should be matching. (Complement's de Leval's magic so that it also spreads to other places where she physically isn't.)

Regiment Standard: The flag of the 4th Regiment has never fallen. Whenever the regiment sets up their batteries, they also fortify the area with emplacements and wagons to create an impromptu wagon fort with this flag at the center. The 4th Regiment will hold its ground and positions as long as this flag flies. Long as this flag also served as a rallying point for retreating and withdrawing Marcon soldiers. (Morale/Entrenched (Defence) Bonus / Rallying Ability). Every time the regiment sets up, the main battery emplacement is always called "Fort Fearless" as no matter how dangerous the situation was, the men would stand their ground and continue to fight.

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[Elekta Kount]

"аванс"
("Advance")
Name: Karnaukhov Vitya Innokentievich, Victor, Bear of the North
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birth Place: Vorkurov
Rank: Colonel
Regiment: 114th "Ledyanoy" Musketeer Regiment
Appearance:

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Personality: Like much of his regiment, Victor isn't much of an openly emoting character. Victor will assess the situation, but he would hardly be the one to decide necessarily...giving only a slight input of his opinion. No, rather his skill lies in the leadership of his regiment, and prefers to do so on foot rather then from horseback. Even in battle, Victor doesn't seem to phased, even with bullets whizzing only inches from himself. In fact, some may say his coolness is infectious, as it appears those who march next to him are inspired to keep the discipline no matter how much pressure they are under. It is said that his regiment is quick to follow after him, as moments only seconds would pass from his signal before the regiment is in action. Yet don't be mistaken, when he needs to, Victor can yell, and his voice can echo across the battlefield, yet it is a calm and steady yell, one used more to convey a conversation then to convey the image of a frenzy fighter.
History: No one really knew where Victor came from, or rather, no ones really have heard of the aristocratic house he came from, as there were many aristocratic houses within the area where the 114th were raised, it was just they were spread quite far apart. Yet even so, when the regiment was in the process of being formed, he was recommended those in aristorcracy and even those among the "Children of the Ice Witch"; which was rather odd considering there were no previous records of Victor or his family name. Nevertheless, since taking the commission, he has been able to drill the once bashful partisans into disciplined soldiers, although in his opinion, they could afford to see more combat experience...an act that will be soon granted to him...
Equipment and Resources:
Flintlock Pistol-A high caliber flintlock pistol that packs a punch, although takes a bit to reload.
The Ice Saber-Said to have been used by the Ice Witch herself, upon cutting the enemy, an ice freeze will slowly spread throughout that body-part.
Pocket Watch- Useful for telling the time, nearly all colonels possess this.
Magic:
Ice Magic-Victor possess a variety of ice magic, including items like creating ice shards to freezing the ground below him.
Other:
-Rumor is that Victor is a decedent or eve relative of the Ice Witch, but no one is entirely sure if it's true or not.

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Regiment Name: 114th "Ledyanoy" Musketeer Regiment, "Sons of the Ice Witch"
Place of Origin: Vorkurov
Origins: The regiment was initially founded as a partisan fighting force, later formed into an actual militia, that would then be promoted up to an musketeer regiment.
History: THe 114th "Ledyanoy" Infantry Regiment actually had their starts as a partisan fighting force on the fringes of Vorkurov, some of the coldest places in all of Novanasia. They were organized by a women known only as the "Ice Witch". Needless to say, her powers over the winter magics were great, yet it was under her leadership did the partisan group she lead, dubbed the "Children of the Ice Witch", managed to help repel and harass the Marçon army all the way out of Vorkurov territory. After their heroics, they were formerly honored by forming a infantry regiment within the area they operated. Although this regiment took the banner of the Black Bear, the regiment still decided to retain the title in relation to the ice witch, which they would soon call themselves "Sons of the Ice Witch". Though this regiment hasn't been around for too long, they have nevertheless been selected to represent Vorkurov in the multi-national training exercises....
Regiment Personality/Quirks: A vast majority of the regiment were raised from the peasant and serf population of Vorkurov's coldest areas, while the officers are recruited among the aristocracy from said area, thus the regiment possess quite the tolerance for cold. Even given the difference in class backgrounds, the regiment meshes pretty well. Many of the foot soldiers are quite simple minded and will follow they're officers anywhere without much of a question. In turn, the officers don't really abuse they're position, if anything they mesh into peasant life pretty well while retaining a level of etiquette. The 114th is also quite proud of their heritage as both Vorkurovians and for being the so called "Sons of the Ice Witch", thus they don't really take kindly when either is insulted, but some insults tend to fly over their heads more often then not. Outside of battle, this regiment is known for their simple life style, as all Vorkurov pea regiments are known for, as well as their indulgence in alcohol. The 114th is also known to have love for singing and dancing, and this often be exhibited on the march, where a battalion will spark the light that fires up the vocals of the entire regiment, causing them all to sing loud enough to be heard from miles.
Weapons: Musket Rifles + Bayonets
Leader: Colonel Karnaukhov Vitya Innokentievich
Musician: Drummers and Fifers

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March of the Ice Witch- Upon the beating of the drums and the playing of the fifes, the musicians grant the soldiers the ability to fire off a magical bullet that slowly freezes an enemy on contact.
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Banner of the Black Bear- The black bear is one of the most iconic symbols associated to Vorkurov, and thus the regiment originally adopted this banner. The Banner of the black bear inspires a toughness in the regiment that allows them to take an extra hit or two, in addition to giving them a furious charge.
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Motto: Для Вер! для Ледяной Ведьмы! и Отечество! (For Faith! For the Ice Witch! and the Fatherland!)
Warcry: Urrah!!!

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[Elekta Kount]

"My mentor used to say: Never interrupt an enemy when he's making a mistake, it's bad manners, honhonhon."
Name: Jean-Joël Bouchard
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birth Place: Marçon
Rank: Lieutenant colonel, aide-de-camp to the Duke
Regiment: General's Staff
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Personality: A young man filled with plenty of flamboyancy and grace, Jean is your typical Marçonian young man in every since of the word, often attracted to the sides of young females while trying to show off. There really is somthing about Jean that draws people to him, a lot of the time ladies as well, as Jean is very charismatic in the way he goes about, as he does enjoy being with people, no matter what class they are. Jean knows how to make people comfortable and he knows how to get through to them, as he does a lot of observation, though sometimes he chooses not to. Though, the young Marçonian does enjoy the occasional mockery of people, but he always means it in good humor; that is, if it is a friend, he loves to mock his foes even when clashing swords. Given all that who he is, Jean does take his position serious, especially in battle. While he'll try to make a sarcastic quip or two in the heat of the moment, it's a mask to hid how much he does pay attention to the situation, which often surprises people. And when he is called on a task, he will see it through, no matter how difficult it is.
History: Jean grew up within the lower classes to a scoundrel of sorts and a barmaid. Jean never really knew his father, as he was never around, and never cared to. Thus he was raised by his mother alone for the most part of his life. The young boy would get into all sorts of trouble as a child within the streets of Marçon, but one day he'd caused trouble to a certain...gentlmen of sorts, who took him under his apprenticeship. The trade? War, and the elder gentlmen began to teach him about everything he knew about it...took Jean fully when his mother died. The elderly gentlemen was an officer, strategist of sorts, within the Marçon army and taught the boy all he knew, raising him with enough military knowledge and discipline to attend military academy where he would graduate and be assigned posts. The young man would find his way upwards, as there were many opportunities for promotions, and did all he could to network among the bureaucracy. It would pay off, as the young man now finds himself in the retinue of the one and only "Iron Duke".
Equipment and Resources:
Duel Flintlock Pistol-A high caliber flintlock pistol that packs a punch, although takes a bit to reload.
Saber of Fury- This is your typical saber, but lights ablaze with the passion of it's wielder.
Watch-Useful for telling the time, nearly all colonels possess this.
Spyglass- Seeing where the enemy is vital, and this tool helps the Duke achieve said goal.
Maps- Maps of the various locations within Novanasia, good for setting up battle plans.
Magic:
Barrier Magic- Jean can summon a barrier to protect himself or others from incoming fire.
Rose of Confusion- Jean can throw down a rose that instantly creates a puff cloud that quickly surrounds him, and given who is interacting with it, may stun those who are caught in the cloud. It's also said to occasional confuse whoever enters in a...*ahem*...different way....in regards to Jean that is.
Other:
-Even though their countries were at war before, Jean shares an interesting bond with the Duke, often trading quips, but always coming together to light heartily mock others.​

 

[Pauly51]

Oberst Lieutenant Bernard Kortig
Executive Officer: the 4th Dragoons, the Graf O’Leary Regiment, the Klosterstein Imperial Army
Age: 31
Ethnicity: Klosterstein
Height: 5’10”
Weight 170 lbs
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Brown

Background:
Kortig family hails from the neighboring province of Styria, where they are minor landed gentry with some mining and timber interests.
Upon his seventeenth birthday, Kortig joined the prestigious Tomas Graf O’Leary Regiment as an Unter Lieutenant. Within two years, Kortig was promoted to Ober Lieutenant under Rittmeister Franz Joseph Ketterling as part of the third squadron. He was cited for his courage, professionalism and dedication to duty. Ten years ago in the war with Macron, Kortig lead his troop of dragoons that captured ten of the large artillery guns during the outside Bergamo. His cavalry troop was fearless in during the Third Army Group’s forced retreat to Bolzano. Risking death or capture on several occasions, “C” troop engaged the rushing Macron Hussars to allow the escape of the Hecker Jaeger Regiment and the Bohemian Rifles. Disengagement is probably the most difficult of cavalry maneuvers. Kortig was able to balance the right amount of courage and judgement for the exact time to beat a hasty retreat. Over the course of three weeks, he probably saved the lives of over a thousand men. Later, he received a battle promotion to Rittmeister of the second squadron.

Upon his return from the war with Macron. Rittmeister Kortig, then twenty one, married his sweetheart Elsa von Holzknecht in the Bad Gastein Cathedral presided by the Bishop himself. Four weeks later, their daughter Hildegard Kortig was born. Kortig continued to serve as Rittmeister of the second squadron until two and half years later their second daughter, Anna, was born. With old money like the von Holzknechts behind him, Kortig purchased the major commission for the garrison and supply depot to be closer to his growing family in Bad Gastein. Four years later, Marta, his third daughter, was born. As the chief supply officer, he ran the organization to the best of his ability. Shunning corruption, he did always did was in the best interest of the regiment and demand his subordinates behave in the same manner. Part of the way through his tour of duty as supply depot officer, Elsa inherited a Barony near Salzburg from a now extinct branch through her deceased mother’s side. As it turned out she was last living relative. Thus, she is now a Baroness.

Personality:
Bernard Kortig is a diligent officer and solid family man. He is an experienced soldier, who left the dangerous line of the “business” to become supply depot manager. In this manner, he passed up his chance at glory. The trade off was that he could be an able a good father to his three daughters who adore him. His three rules of leadership are be on time, look sharp and put you whole heart into whatever you do.
Kit: White tunic and breeches, cavalry helmet with the double eagle of the Klosterstein Empire, standard cavalry pistol, black leather cavalry boots, pattern 1798 carbine.

Kortig carries a magical sword, which was purchased for him by his wife Elsa. It was forged by the continent’s preeminent sword maker: Karl Eichhorn of Solingen. This cavalry broad sword was forged in an enchanted furnace. As a result, the steel is as hard as diamonds and is sharp enough to cut through medieval plate armor. Perhaps more. The sword glows green when its wielder is under extreme duress or the sword senses a prominent threat.

His steed is smart 15 hands mare named Constance.

Kortig speaks accented Macron and the common tongue of Grossbirge and Klosterstein.

Regiment: the 4th Dragoons, the Graf O’Leary Regiment
The regiment is mainly comprised from men from Carinthia and Styria. The provincial regiment has been quite popular with the locals surrounding Bad Gastein. There is sprinkling of officers who hail from the capital, Wien. Last, there is small minority troopers and a couple of officers who hail from nearby Slovenia.

The 4th Dragoons are led by Oberst Tomas Graf O’Leary. O’Leary originally came from the isles off the continent. As an emigre to the empire, he joined the cavalry as teenager and worked his way up the chain of the command through sheer will and competence. He married into the nobility to expand his patronage. .At sixty one, he is oldest cavalry officer still on active duty. From the Seven Years War, to the present day he has personified daring, dedication to duty, fearlessness, coolness under pressure, and ability to get the best out of his men. Known disparagingly and affectionately as the "old man." The 4th Dragoons was built from the ground up in his image.

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Each soldier is issued a white breeches and cavalry jacket, black leather boots and spurs. They had a helmet with emblem of the Imperial Double Eagle. For weapons, each dragoon was issued a pattern 1798 Carbine musket and standard issue cavalry broadsword.

The 4th Dragoon have some additional special items that go beyond the typical kit. First, there are three runed blunderbusses. One for each one of the active squadrons. These magical firearms fire a ball that is four times the size of the average musket ball and at velocity three or four times that of a black powder musket. Second, the regiment has bugle which will cause the charge to be followed through to either good or bad consequences. As young officer, Tomas O’Leary was part of an escort of a diplomat that was ambushed. The dead diplomat had a book in his possession that could translate any language into the common tongue or from the common tongue back to the obscure language. Naturally O’Leary decide not to return the book to foreign service because it could be inordinately useful in military with a dozen different ethnicities and possibly eight or nine different languages.

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The same day that the regimental colours were issued from his Imperial Majesty, the Emperor, he was visited by the Holy Father of Rome. The Holy Father blessed the colours personally such that it will yield advantages against fighting evil and the antichrist. In addition, each man that has swears life and loyalty to these colours will be heartened and not despair as long as they are flying.

Regimental motto: I serve
Regimental war cry: God is with us!!!
Regimental song: She wore a yellow ribbon …

 

[MrThe]

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Name: László Zsolt (Lightning Bolt Zsolt)
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birth Place: Klosterstein
Rank: Commander of the 1st Armored Artillery
Regiment: 1st Armored Artillery
Appearance:

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Personality: Very cavalier, extremely brave perhaps even foolhardy, thinks he has to prove he's still up to the task of leading the Armored Artillery even though he's old
History: He is a Gypsy that created a Regiment of Gypsy Wagon Hussars that way instead of being drafted and split into different regiments they could all be together
Equipment and Resources: Carbine, Saber, Lot's of Horses, War Wagons, and a lot of Hungry Hungarian Gipsies.
Magic: Can use a crystal ball to scry or to catch glimpses of things that are far away.


Regiment Name: 1st Armored Artillery (Gypsy Wagon Hussars, Thieving Gypsy Band etc.)
Place of Origin: Klosterstein
Origins: It was created to keep an eye on those thieving Gipsies. Also, War Wagons are pretty effective.
History: They have fought in pretty much every war
Regiment Personality/Quirks: They are like a mix between the Gipsies and Hungarian Hussars with a solid dose of Hussites
Weapons: War Wagons with light Cannons and a screen of Horsemen with Carbines

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Leader: It's just me, other than that it's pretty much equal aside from rank, everyone elects their own officers and they all can make their concerns known to the commanders.
Musician: The Glorious Trumpet, along with the Amazing Accordion.
Regiment Standard: The Magical Power is that it makes everyone go faster.

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Motto: The Caissons Go Rolling Along
Warcry: Push On!

 

[Braddington]

"If masses of infantry are good for one thing its decreasing the surplus population of serfs."

Name: Count Aleksander Romanovich Volkonsky (The Sword of the Tsar)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Birth Place: Vorkurov
Rank: Polkovnik (Colonel)
Regiment: His Majesty's Own Chevalier Guards Regiment
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Personality: "He is the most pompous, irritable and insufferable bastard ever placed on this world, but put him on a horse and hand him a weapon? Then you will see why he now commands the most elite heavy cavalry regiment in all the nation whilst I sit here gathering snow with drunken louts like you!" - Colonel Pavlovich of the 4th Horse Guards Regiment, a former adversary of the Count, addressing his men. Aleksander is all of these, a deeply flawed and unlikable figure but undeniably a master of his trade. Underneath the bravado that most see is a tragic character, one shaped by life events and the people around him whom pushed him towards the unwanted glory he now has. A person has but to take a sculpting tool to his outward personality and he will crumble into dust before you. That doesn't mean he is weak, however, quite the opposite. On the battlefield he cares not for the carnage and the bloodshed around him but somewhat revels in it, not the death of others but the danger and adrenaline that comes from a charge. It has been noted by some of his men that the only time they have ever seen him truly laugh was when faced with a line of unorganized infantry with his saber held high, ready to strike. Whether that is genuine or not is something even Aleksander is unsure of and doesn't want answered. His unflinching resolve and jovial attitude towards battle has somewhat rubbed off on the men under his command who have taken up the habit of a smile whenever a charge is called.

History: Born to an influential player in the Imperial Court, his early life was one of luxury and waste. Everything he could ever need was there before him and he had but to ask. His mother had died in the midst of giving birth to Aleksander but his father loved him dearly, wishing to shape him in his image. That of a cavalry officer. He spent every waking moment he could practicing his riding abilities with the serfs in secret on the land his father ruled whilst he was away. He became proficient at it with the help of a number of what the state would consider lesser people. This period shaped him and his thoughts to the outside world until he received the news that turned him bitter and angry. On one night a messenger from the main army came to the mansion he was residing in and requested he immediately leave with all his valuable possessions. Marcon was on it's way and were now but a few miles from his home. With no choice the household gathered and made it's way to the capital, to safety. It didn't take long for the all clear signal to reach the capital, the enemy had been pushed back once more and it was safe to return. It was not all good news, however. Another messenger came as they were to depart back to the estate, this time with something far more somber. His father had fallen upon the field of battle. He was now the Count Volkonsky. The man his whole life had been shaped around lay dead due to up jumped peasants that didn't know their place.

Upon return to the estate, the place had largely been untouched by the forces of Marcon but the damage had been done from within. The estate had been ravaged by those very same servants he had grew up around and whom he saw as figures of inspiration. Taken in by the reforms of their enemy. He made a decision at that point which changed his life direction, that of hatred and revenge. He obtained his commission with relative easy and began his path up the military hierarchy. Over years of service he made a name for himself under a man by the name of Colonel Pavlovich. He did not understand that he was meant to follow, however, and often went about things his own way much to the Colonels chagrin. Eventually he had killed enough men to warrant his own regiment to command and then flicked from one to another. Finally he settled on The Demons, newly formed from the nobility and perfect for his tastes. He has led the regiment since. His deeds had led him to become a personal favorite of the Tsar who had a sword made for him on his own orders. Thus for his patronage he received his nickname.

Equipment and Resources:
- Armored Cuirassier Uniform
- Officers Uniform
- A Black Stallion
- победа (Victory), A Sword Gifted To Him By The Tsar, Imbued With Magical Properties When Raised Which Lessens The Fear Of Men And Heightens That Of The Enemy
- A Revolver
- A Necklace With A Small Compartment, Depicting His Mother Inside, That Also Functions To Keep The Time
- A Compass, A Gift From His Father


Magic: Fiery Doom - Aleksander has the ability to manipulate fire, a terrifying sight to any enemy. Nothing makes untrained militia scatter like a regiment of armored cavalrymen charging with their sword ablaze.​

Regiment Name: His Majesty's Own Chevalier Guards Regiment (The Demons)

Place of Origin: Vorkurov

Origins: Assembled not ten years prior by order of the Tsar, this regiment came into existence due to the increasing demands of the nobility to have a dedicated heavy cavalry regiment made up of the nations finest sons of the blood. At first skeptical of such a waste of resources, the Military High Command kept them in reserve. When Marcon came in force, however, they were activated and put under the command of the notorious Sword of The Tsar. Under him the unit distinguished itself with it's fiery doom, quickly becoming the best of the relatively few heavy cavalry divisions in Vorkurov. One sight of their fiery swords and expensive equipment can either break a untrained regiment or give a trained one the fools hope of eternal glory. The Demons quickly teach the latter that they should of followed the former.

History: During the war with Marcon, many saw the unit as but one of many useless regiments filled with nobles wanting to play at war, they were quickly corrected. To be sure the regiment started that way, filled with people the High Command wanted to give the honour of a commission but didn't want dead, that changed with the coming of Aleksander. The useless among them were quickly transferred to other regiments and the best were promoted and given key positions. Over long months of agonizing annoyance and the complaints of half the nobility, the regiment was finally somewhat ready for active duty. Their first battle finally came after a long period of waiting. The heavy cavalry regiments that the army had been using had been beaten, broken or killed and so the High Command put them into action as eager fresh meat. When the order of a charge finally came, it seemed they would falter, the young noblemen unprepared for such a battle but then Aleksander raised his sword high and with a loud screech it thundered ablaze. The same men who had contemplated running raised their swords in turn, each accompanied by the same fire, and shouted deep and loud their war cry. In a single charge they secured their place in the history of Vorkurov, their deeds turned into song. What would later be called the Charge of the Demons lasted less than 10 minutes and was not truly a charge for their swords did not even connect with the enemy but it would not be forgotten as quickly. The enemy they had been sent against shattered at their sight and fled the field, only after that did the charge connect at all with a now undefended mass of artillery. The charge turned the tide of a losing battle and the sight of The Demons, as the men of Marcon called them ever after, became a rallying cry.

In it's aftermath the regiment became infamous, hated among the peasantry of Marcon but beloved among the Vorkurov nobility and High Command. It would be used in most of the significant battles that followed and with each it distinguished itself in some new way. By the wars end it settled in as a key regiment in the army, fundamental to it's operational capability.


Regiment Personality/Quirks: The regiment has an air of superiority around it, made up of exclusively those that can prove they have noble blood within them. This has led to a reputation of extravagance and pomp but it also means it's equipment is unparalleled by other regiments of cavalry within the army. It also has a reputation of insanity by it's enemies, a lasting image of men unlucky enough to face it are the laughs of the regiment as it charges into them with a disturbing smile.

Weapons: Each man is armed with a sword

Leader: Count Aleksander Romanovich Volkonsky

Musician: Bugles, they are not embedded with any magical properties.

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The Eagle - In Vorkurov the eagle is a symbol of the Tsar. The Demons took the symbol as their own in order to signify they are the "Sons of the Tsar" A phrase in the nation that means nobility. It is said the banner makes those under it feel a sudden willingness to go forward to the end, as if you become the personification of the nation and cannot falter or the nation falters with you.

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Motto: "Fire Consumes All!"

Warcry: "Men of the Motherland! Now is the time!"​