[OOC] Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

[RainDash]

I'm game for this, but it'll be a bit before I can get sheets up...

[Silent Whispers]

@HushedWhispers Do you wanna play the Lady of House Lear? :o

@Ambra

Haha! Like, yes! I play high noble people better in roleplays like this.

[Marlowe]

@HushedWhispers Alright, then she's yours!

@RainDash Yay!

[Silent Whispers]

@HushedWhispers Alright, then she's yours!

@RainDash Yay!

@Ambra

Alright. I'll have her up soon.

I have a lot going on now.

[Marlowe]

@NarcissisticPotato Almost done with that lord of yours? :P

[NarcissisticPotato]

@NarcissisticPotato Almost done with that lord of yours? :P

@Ambra

Kinda! :P

He'll be interesting

[Marlowe]

@NarcissisticPotato Look at that glorious beard!

[Wernher]

Sure we can't have a first post? A tiny tantalizing crump to prepare our own openings?

[NarcissisticPotato]

Ulfar Lear

Name:
Ulfar ("The Bear") Lear

Age:
Forty two summers and too many winters

Titles:
Lord of Penkarth, Warden of the North

Origin:
Penkarth

Allegiance:
House Lear

Family:

family

• Darion Lear - Father
• Illysa Lear - Mother
• Taron Lear - Younger Brother
• Ildar Lear - Youngest Brother
• (Insert waifu here)
• Isla Lear - Daughter (eldest?)
• Sigurd Lear - Son
• And another son?

Appearance:
Ulfar is the North personified. Scraggy beard that never seems contempt, dark hair that is equally uncontrollable and eyes so blue they mirror the sky, and you have a bear of a man that can seem terrifying when you first meet him. The eyepatch really doesn't help the situation but he's mostly placid with a stupid grin plastered to his face the most of the time.

Personality:
Stupid grins do little to hide the fact that Ulfar is unimaginably strong. He leads his people by example and that example is sheer strength and pure honour. He could kill a man very easily with his bare hands and even easier with an axe or a sword but that side of him is rarely, if ever, uncovered. Ulfar believes honour begins in the home and he holds that value high - the only people that ever take precedent over his people are his family. His love is a somewhat dumb one, as is most things that he does. Even in his older age, he would still blindly trip over himself after his wife and his adoration for his children is abundantly clear. He listens to the needs of the smallfolk and carries out the King's Justice when he needs to but the majority of the ruling is left to his wife, who seems to actually have the patience to do so. The rest of his time is spent with his children or in a meadhall somewhere.

He seems like a bright man but the eyepatch and the scars bear a cruel testament to the times when he wasn't so nice. Uprising and rebellion happens rarely in the North but when it does, he has always been there to beat it to a bloody pulp. Honour and loyalty is everything to him and if he can't hold those two virtues up, his life is meaningless.

Background:
Life in the North is never easy. While Southern Lords wallow in humidity, keeping warm is a daily struggle in the North. That struggle was somewhat alleviated by the fact that Ulfar was born a Lear. He had an education, warm meals and the resources to make himself into something. Not only that but he was the firstborn, the heir to Penkarth. His father was one of the finest leaders the North had ever witnessed. He would move mountains to provide for his people and even the weak had a place in his society. He was a hard man though, and he taught his heir with an iron fist. "Honour is everything," He told him, "For when the long winter sets in, it's what keeps us standing." As per traditions of the North, his father carried out the King's Justice. To look a man in the eye before you take his head; that was strength.

The Bear was never very studious, however. He much preferred learning to fight and occassionally getting lost in a brothel (occassionally) instead of learning how to finance the North or eat with some grace. Advisors would do that for him, he reasoned, but advisors could never fight for him or swing his sword. For that reason, he was mostly wild in his younger years, a trait that his father never truly learned to stamp out. The only person capable of that was the girl he had been promised. There were very few things in the world which could make him nervous but she was one of them. Nervous, yes, but head-over-heels for her. She grounded him, somewhat, and he began to properly learn some of his Lordly duties. His father had aged and it wouldn't be long before Ulfar would rise to his position as Lord of the North.

During those years, a small rebellion sparked in the lower houses of the North. Arguing that the Lears were too quick to bend the knee to the King and that their rule made the North weak, the rebels quickly gained some traction. He hadn't been married only a few months before he called the banners and rode out to meet the rebels in place of his ailing father. It was his own cousin who had instigated the conflict, a man whom he had played with as a child. Very few people willingly speak of what happened when Ulfar finally broke the rebels and found his cousin. Most stories say that the Lear Heir dragged his cousin from his bedroom, found a block and took his head. Few stories say that the entire time, Ulfar was quiet, that his eyes had darkened and his features had been set in stone.

When he returned, his first daughter had already been born. It was clear that he wasn't the same as when he had left. He was quiet and strangely, he had grown more in those few, cold months than he had in his entire life. His duties, both to his family and his people, became paramount to him and he was finally forged into the Lord his father intended him to be. Not long after, the Old Lord Lear passed away peacefully and Ulfar became the Warden of the North.

Two children followed his firstborn and they enjoyed the long years of mild winters and bright summers. They grew with smiles and contempt and he made it his duty to raise them as he was raised, with honour and strength. Perhaps with a little less of an iron fist - he was never violent, he was much too mellow for that. His firstborn, Isla, was always the one closest to him. She was pure and innocent but strong beyond belief. Her perfection reminded him that perhaps he had been doing something right. He became a gentle soul, inviting anyone who would grace his tables with their presence. He seemed peaceful and mellow but the threat was always there, lurking, waiting, watching for a time when only swords could cure what words had wrought.

[Marlowe]

@Wernher We'll have a first post up by tomorrow, since the sheets should be almost done by now.

[RainDash]

*noises of papers and panic*
I see how it is you give me a day to make my sheet ;-;

[Marlowe]

@RainDash Shhhhhhhhhh it's okay, it'll be fine. There's still time. ^^

[RainDash]

Joane Lear

"Those that cannot do anything by their own hands are ultimately worthless."

Name:
Joane Lear, "Night Princess" also sometimes called the "Knight Princess"

Age:
Seventeen years of age.

Titles:
Daughter of Lear, Princess of Lear, Princess

Origin:
Penkarth

Allegiance:
House Lear

Family:

Family

Ulfar Lear - Father
Taron Lear - Younger Uncle
Ildar Lear - Youngest Uncle
Unknown - Mother
Isla Lear - Sister (eldest?)
Sigurd Lear - Brother
And another person?

Appearance:
The silver eyed princess of Lear is 5' 4", and often her hair is up and tied away, only sincerely styled when expected to for guests or potential suitors. When not in formal wear, she is in an easy to move in riding dress or trousers. She is easily described as beautiful and has an unearthly air about her. While she stares straight ahead, it seems that her eyes see through anyone before her, and any potential lies they may try to give her.

Personality:
Seeing the bad first in people, Joane prefers to keep her safe distance from attachments that she deems fruitless and potentially deadly. Her only solace is in riding and training in weapons and fighting. She tends to ward people off due to her cold nature, but amongst guests and royalty she is cheerful and seems polite enough. Joane is a social chameleon, often seeming to change depending on the situation. However, this has only been to her benefit thanks to the games other kingdoms like to play. Joan is still utilitarian at heart, using the game to try and destroy it through their own rules. She enjoys making others fulfill their deadly promises themselves.

Background:
Compared to her sister Isla, Joane was more distant from her father. She wished to be closer, but never dared to voice her desires to spend more time with him. She measured her time and waited. When that didn't work, Joane decided one day to try and follow in her father's wild footsteps, opting to practice with the sword in secret. The mild winters and bright summers made her ache, wishing deeply for the cold winters that the visitors to the North claim exist.

Joane was a quick study, opting to learn about the history of the kingdom and how to best be of use to the kingdom outside of looking pretty. She learned the art of deception from the outsiders and their mannerisms, often following them and observing how they would act differently from situation to situation. Her silence, she learned, could be a tool. However, she needed to speak as well, and though she wasn't interested in pretending to like strangers, she did so anyway.

Eventually her father realized that his daughter had been training with the sword. Through it, they have grown closer. She has no suitor due to her tendency to keep people at arm's -or sword's- length. It has become apparent that she's not interested in marrying for the kingdom, claiming that her sisters can do that, and that if someone were to win her heart, it would be by action, not words, and that no prince with a honey tongue can do so.

[Ellion]

Just an idea, and I can be shut down if a plan is already in place. But if there is no lady of Lear, perhaps she could be dead and like...that could be a plot point or something?

[Silent Whispers]

Just an idea, and I can be shut down if a plan is already in place. But if there is no lady of Lear, perhaps she could be dead and like...that could be a plot point or something?

@Ellion

Uhm... I'm playing Lady of Lear. :/

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Update; @Ambra I'll get her sheet up as soon as I can. So sorry for the wait.

[Ellion]

<Snipped quote by Ellion>

Uhm... I'm playing Lady of Lear. :/

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Update; @Ambra I'll get her sheet up as soon as I can. So sorry for the wait.

@HushedWhispers

Okie dokie. I must have missed where you said that! I am so sorry! I thought we were still looking for someone

[Marlowe]

We're just waiting for the Lady of Lear top be created.

[Ellion]

I edit isla when I get home tonight

[NarcissisticPotato]

Hold the door! ;-;

[Marlowe]

SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHUUUUUSHHHHHH NO SPOILERS