Azazaa

Star Wars: The Liberation of Arkanis

Definitely interested!

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I'm unfortunately dropping out for [insert reason here], rest in peace.

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Date: March 13th 1861
Time: 16:25
Location: Austrian Embassy

Schreech, went the door.

Lochau hastily pulled a stack of documents from the other side of his desk to cover his half-empty whiskey bottle, and the bunch of empty ones laying beside it. He fixed his posture, swiped his hair off his eyes and tried to look as official and representing as he could. He'd gotten virtually no visitors before, and that idiot Galishoff had always informed him beforehand earlier. He eyed Redding from head to toe and made a mental note to lower that stupid servant's salary for letting such an unpleasant-looking individual inside in the first place.

Oh, and how funny this man was. How funny. A pesky outlaw for hire, who wouldn't need one?

"I am looking. For. A painter."

Lochau said with the coldest voice. He was about to get up and show Redding the door, but didn't. Perhaps there was truth to the man's words, and perhaps someone like this could come in handy on the long term. Perhaps. Or not. The Austrian hadn't really managed to make any enemies in the Aeraport, but that could of course change any time. Especially once he'd find the time to familiarize himself with the ruling political factions and their goals. He obviously wouldn't want to risk losing his reputation over some trivial matters anyways, would he?

"Ehm... I must inquire, does a man like you slither from one influential person to another, or did you come here, to me, for some specific reason? Do I look like I... Actually, forget it. I don't really care all that much. Out of my office, please."

He snapped the fingers of his right hand and lazily raised it to point towards the mahogany door.

"Also, return that painting to wherever you acquired it from. By God do I hope you haven't done harm to the hand that created it."

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I totally didn't write it last weekend haha

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Date: March 11th, 1861
Time: Noon
Location: Austrian Embassy, Arcastein

Outside the Austrian Embassy
Arcastein, City of Aeraport

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Ah, the Aeraport. The journey here had felt long and irksome - Mostly due to the snobby, foul-smelling Frenchmen the diplomat had had the honor to travel with. He couldn't understand why French people were permitted in first class anyways, they knew nothing of etiquette. Unlike his countrymen. Untasteful. If there was a good side to this, it was the fact that he wouldn't have to travel with a blimp again any time soon.

Either way, this place was like something from another world - Of course technically it was. Or could it be he'd descended to Hell itself? Von Lochau's first impression of the city of Aeraport was how lively and organic it felt, like an anthill, but with people. So... A peoplehill. He'd seen the post cards and the travel guides but nothing on paper could really portray the beauty of this Victorian architecture, this level of detail. At least something good had once come out of Britain. He walked through a crowded park, thinking to himself how perfectly a statue of the Kaiser would fit on the center of it. Or a statue of himself. Or in the best scenario, statues of both. Would it ever happen? Probably not.

He was, of course, in the upper area of the city, or Arcastein. The way it had been organized between three layers thoroughly pleased the Austrian - The last thing he wanted to do was having to mingle with disgusting foreign peasantry in his free time. He hadn't gotten his hands on an in-depth map of this place yet, which was of course a mistake on the Empire's foreign ministry's part. He wondered if somewhere in there was a quarter inhabited solely by German-speaking immigrants. There had to be one. He'd go look for it the moment he'd find an ounce of free time, even if it meant going down to the lower levels.

Von Lochau stepped in the embassy building, politely greeting everyone in his native language and handing over his suitcase to the first person he came across. An older man waved him to the great staircase and introduced himself as Herr August von Galishoff. Service staff, ugh.

His clockwork leg made a loud clank as he strolled through his new office. Lots of warm colors, wood and cloth. He liked the place, despite it feeling a tad outdated and shabby for his taste. "Hire interior designer to do touch-ups", he wrote to the notebook he'd picked from one of the tables. It was here that he'd would be the face of the Empire, or the third head of the double-headed eagle as he liked to think, and the milieu would have to fit this image. More black and yellow, more statues, more national symbols, definitely. A new set of furniture, preferably with more decoration, bling and price. And would somebody please hang his family crest on the wall? Speaking of the wall, the previous ambassador's painting still hung proudly on it. What a fat and unpleasant-looking man, von Lochau though. No matter he'd ended up choking on a piece of his own food.

He'd have to get someone working on a portrait of his own to replace this atrocity as soon as possible. He decided to allow some poor soul from Agartha the chance to try their hands this honorable commission, for he'd gladly support a local artist. Someone would have to ask around about this though, probably that fool Galishoff. Von Lochau clapped his hands to summon the man.

Von Lochau's office, second floor of the Austrian embassy to Agartha

This poster could be found all over the streets right on the following day

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especially Austrians who he has a special grudge against

@ProfessorAYZ

bring it on spaghetti

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Freiherr von Lochau

Gott erhalte, Gott beschütze...

Name
Friedrich Karl Alexander Freiherr von Lochau

Gender
Male

Age
30

Birth Place
North-western Austria

Role/Occupation
Diplomat, author, retired military official and Habsburg representative in the Hollow Earth.

Appearance
Freiherr von Lochau stands at 180cm with the build of an average fit 30 year old. He has a few scars around his body and a chromium-colored clockwork prosthetic where his right leg should be. His hair is slightly curly and light brown. Strong eyebrows and puncturing blue eyes dominate the top of his face and the noble nose comes with a fabulous moustache underneath it.

Equipment/Inventory
• Can often be seen wearing his formal attire, a tailcoat always kept in pristine condition a black-yellow striped tie.
• Old military dress uniform still travels with him for more notable events, and for the occasional nostalgia.
• Officer's sword
• Pocket watch, a precious family heirloom.
• Four-barreled duck's foot pistol in case things get steamy.
• Money. Lots of money. State money, family money. Lots of it.
• A full bookshelf.
• Portrait of Virgin Mary to be kept in a pocket at all times.
• Portrait of Franz Josef I to be kept in a pocket at all times.

Strengths
• Highly talented in speaking, writing and generally expressing himself.
• Academic knowledge on history, cultures and philosophy. He loves reading a book or two.
• Self-proclaimed strategic mastermind, with front-line experience from multiple wars and uprisings.
• Heavenly support - God will preserve Austria and her loyal subjects.

Weaknesses
• Fanatic patriotism - While obviously seen as a virtue by himself and his countrymen, it can crowd his judgement and lead to embarrassment.
• Prone to alcoholism.
• Awkwardly working robot leg that slows down his walking speed and acts as an easy target of mockery for the more technologically advanced British and Americans.

Personality
• Cynical, ever since losing a limb and the Austro-Sardinian war. And full of revenge, you bet.
• Perfectionist.
• Arrogant, racist and superstitious - Hates the French and all kinds of Slavs. Generally dislikes anything that doesn't understand German.
• Loves those Sacher cakes and Wienerschnitzels.
• Devout Roman-Catholic - Did I mention how God will preserve Austria and her loyal subjects?

I don't want to go into too much detail about my character's behavior, because I feel like that'll just end up limiting the way I can write about him. We'll see how he plays out once we get to the story itself, alright?

Background
Born as the youngest son to an age-old Bavarian noble family in God's year 1831, Friedrich von Lochau lived the early years of his life in a bubble of conservatism and aristocracy. He absolutely loves the Kaiser, loathes the inferior minorities of the Empire and believes that Austria deserves her place as the great power in Europe and the world. And the underworld. He moved to Vienna when he was fifteen and volunteered to join the Imperial and Royal Army in 1846, after having completed his university studies. During the first years his military career von Lochau vigorously fought to suppress several uprisings in Poland.

In his civilian life von Lochau dabbled in painting, political theory and philosophy, as well as the noble sport of hunting in order to maintain his fitness and shooting skills. He married Cornelia von Weißdorf, an eccentric, strong and independent Prussian lady. The couple didn't have any children, because who needs children? Instead our man wrote and published a series of books.

Von Lochau lost his right leg during the final battles of the Austro-Sardinian war of 1859, and was given one of the first prototypes of a fully mechanic prosthetic leg the nation's top engineers had been working on at the time as a gift of gratitude for his exemplary service, by Franz Josef I himself. This naturally caused the press to be widely interested of the former officer and gave him a much needed popularity boost to later start his political career. Austria's own man of steel? By God's mercy, yes. Unfortunately, Austrian engineers were in fact way behind countries like Britain and the United States in this field of prosthetics and the leg soon proved to be rather painful to wear and difficult to maintain. But hey, you don't refuse a gift from the Kaiser! A series of strategic failures that came after this ended Lochau's glorious career on the front lines, the life he still longs to. It's one of the reasons he's still so bitter and willing to prove himself.

But alas, that's not the end of it. He moved from military to foreign politics and became Austria's diplomat - First to England in 1860, but after a small scandal involving the English press he was transferred from Europe to the Aeraport (following the previous envoy's untimely death upon choking on a Wienerschnitzel). This time he's not only doing diplomatic tasks - This time he's determined to prove himself again by bringing the Kaiser's light and guidance to Hell itself. The year is now 1861 and the Freiherr has only just arrived to his new post. His wife is to take care of family property in Vienna and is therefore not with him.

Just wait and see, the double-headed eagle will soon be the biggest of the big ass monsters in Agartha.

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@Traps

What about meeee?

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Here's my character. I'll go into more detail if I have to, it's just bullet points for now.

Everyone's favourite political envoy

Gott erhalte, Gott beschütze...

Name
Friedrich Karl Alexander Freiherr von Lochau

Gender
Male

Age
30

Birth Place
North-western Austria

Role/Occupation
Diplomat, author, retired military general and Habsburg representative in Agartha.

Appearance
Freiherr von Lochau stands at 180cm with the build of an average fit 30 year old. He has a few scars around his body and a chromium-colored clockwork prosthetic where his right leg should be. His hair is slightly curly and light brown. Strong eyebrows and puncturing blue eyes dominate the top of his face and the noble nose comes with a fabulous moustache underneath it.

Equipment/Inventory
• Can often be seen wearing his formal attire, a tailcoat always kept in pristine condition a black-yellow striped tie.
• Old military dress uniform still travels with him for more notable events, and for the occasional nostalgia.
• Pocket watch, a precious family heirloom.
• Four-barreled duck's foot pistol in case things get steamy.
• Money. Lots of money. State money, family money. Lots of it.
• A full bookshelf.
• Portrait of Virgin Mary to be kept in a pocket at all times.
• Portrait of Franz Josef I to be kept in a pocket at all times.

Strengths
• Highly talented in speaking, writing and generally expressing himself.
• Academic knowledge on history, cultures and philosophy. He loves reading a book or two.
• Self-proclaimed strategic mastermind, with front-line experience from multiple wars and uprisings.
• Heavenly support - God will preserve Austria and her loyal subjects.

Weaknesses
• Fanatic patriotism - While obviously seen as a virtue by himself and his countrymen, it can crowd his judgement and lead to embarrassment.
• Prone to alcoholism.
• Awkwardly working robot leg that slows down his walking speed and acts as an easy target of mockery for the more technologically advanced British and Americans.

Personality
• Cynical.
• Perfectionist.
• Arrogant, racist and superstitious - Hates the French and all kinds of Slavs. Generally dislikes anything that doesn't understand German.
• Loves those Sacher cakes and Wienerschnitzels.
• Devout Roman-Catholic - Did I mention how God will preserve Austria and her loyal subjects?

I don't want to go into too much detail about my character's behavior, because I feel like that'll just end up limiting the way I can write about him. We'll see how he plays out once we get to the story itself, alright?

Background
Born as the youngest son to an age-old Bavarian noble family in God's year 1831, Friedrich von Lochau lived the early years of his life in a bubble of conservatism and aristocracy. He absolutely loves the Kaiser, loathes the inferior minorities of the Empire and believes that Austria deserves her place as the great power in Europe. He moved to Vienna when he was fifteen and became an officer for the Imperial and Royal Army in 1846, after having completed his university studies. During the first years his military career von Lochau vigorously fought to suppress several uprisings in Poland.

In his civilian life von Lochau dabbled in painting and philosophy, as well as the noble sport of hunting in order to maintain his fitness and shooting skills. He married Cornelia von Weißdorf, an eccentric, strong and independent Prussian lady. The couple didn't have any children, because who needs children? Instead our man wrote and published a series of books.

Von Lochau lost his right leg during the final battles of the Austro-Sardinian war of 1859, and was given one of the first prototypes of a fully mechanic prosthetic leg the nation's top engineers had been working on at the time as a gift of gratitude for his exemplary service, by Franz Josef I himself. This naturally caused the press to be widely interested of the former officer and gave him a much needed popularity boost to later start his political career. Austria's own man of steel? By God's mercy, yes. Unfortunately, Austrian engineers were in fact way behind countries like Britain and the United States in this field of prosthetics and the leg soon proved to be rather painful to wear and difficult to maintain. But hey, you don't refuse a gift from the Kaiser! Needless to say he hasn't been able to serve in the military since.

But alas, that's not the end of it. He moved from military to foreign politics and became Austria's diplomat - First to England in 1860, but upon request he was transferred to Agartha following the previous envoy's untimely death upon choking on a Wienerschnitzel. The year is now 1861 and the Freiherr has only just arrived to his new post. His wife is to take care of family property in Vienna and is therefore not with him.

@Azazaa The world map is how the hollow earth looks like xD

@Traps

Oooh, of course it is. Forget I asked anything!

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I really don't understand the world map, why is it mirrored like that? What does Europe look like?

I'm working on an Austrian noble so I'd have to know what the state of the Austrian empire is during the time of the RP. What year exactly is it and what happened after the Napoleonic wars?

@Traps