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Name: Gundhram Arvel

Race: Human

Faction: His Majesty’s Vanguard

Age: 34 years

Description:
Gundhram stands at a modest 5’10”, a lean and less densely muscled specimen of the knightly class. His jawline is sharp, his face angular and elongated, with two dull but extraordinarily light blue eyes in his skull. His hair is dark brown, kept in form and short, but slightly messy. He keeps a patch of light stubble most of the time, shaving only once a week, or even less frequently than that. His general attire is garments of linen and dyed wools. Generally, he wears a pair of fine yellowed trousers, a shirt of dark red, and a cowl or cloak of black satin and silk. In battle, he wears full plate of medium craft, and a distinctive steel sallet helmet with face-mask.

Personality: Gundhram is all-around a cold and callous individual at face value. A knight and commander who is cold, calculating, and generally unquestioning to his superiors, he fights with all the ferocity of a cornered lion and the tact of a bird of prey. His wit is not amazingly sharp, and he is quiet and reserved in a public setting. His opinion rarely matters unless it concerns the lives of his men, and even then sacrifices must be made.

"Class": Knight & Captain, His Majesty’s Vanguard

Motivation: A troubled, insecure, and callous man as he is, he seeks only the approval of his father and the glory of the Kingdom of Tricaelia. He is loyal to his sovereign and the heir sovereign foremost, and his own house, the Arvel, third. Even if distanced from his house due to his own insecurities and distastes, he maintains their honor, and it is what motivates him.

History: Gundhram was born thirty-four years ago in the hills near to Curant, upon the corpses of a thousand dwarves, as anyone born there had been. His father was a Baron, a ruler of lands eastwardly of Curant, a man who went to war against Shrikanti and was a party in the takings of Yabella and Laralel. His father, damaged by the war, came back to live freely and liberally, often drinking and consorting with the ladies of his court.

Though Baron Arvel had few children, Gundhram was the only one assuredly not a bastard. With a true heir, Baron Arvel began a conservative lifestyle and became cold and callous at the prospects of it all. He raised Gundhram as a lackey and a vessel for all his anger and regret. While the bastards and half-siblings he had lived carefree, paid no attention by Baron Arvel, Gundhram was crushed and suffocated by his father’s ideas of grandeur, and as Baron Arvel became older, Gundhram was pressed into the path of knighthood at the age of eight.

Sent off to the Royal Mustering Grounds in Akarath, Gundhram became a Page, a child knight-in-training. He was rigorously drilled by the Vanguard’s best, broken and turned into a soldier of, by, and for the king. And in the King, young at the time, he saw what his father was not, a man of strength and conviction. The sovereign as his guide, he excelled in taking charge of his group during exercises, and was appointed squadron senior once a Squire.

Knightship came soon after, and a reshaped Gundhram was granted a Royal commission due to his noble background and leadership prowess. A lieutenant of men-at-arms, he entered service with the Vanguard in his twenty-second year. The rest is simple history. Dissent was crushed, small-scale rebellions and insurgencies turned back, with Gundhram in the dead middle. Now a Captain within the Vanguard, he leads his hundreds for glory of King.

Strengths: Gundhram’s most prevalent strengths show in projecting security in battle to fill his own void of insecurities. He, like his father, is cold and callous, but he is not uncaring or stupid. He thinks with a focus on tactics, on how to win the battle. How the war will eventually be won is not his domain, but he will continue to devise the best ways to defeat the enemy whilst conserving the lives of his men, all the while executing the King’s will in every single engagement.

Weaknesses: Despite his exterior, his very insecurities are what weakens him. He feels as if he was not born to be a noble, acting more a career soldier than a proper knight, acting without complete chivalry, with the goal to simply win or die. Because of this he rarely meshes with other nobility, preferring the company of his own men, which reflects upon him in most unfavorable light. On the more practical end, Gundhram is an ill user of bows and javelins, hardly, if ever, hitting his target, especially if it were moving. It is unknown whether it’s a matter of ill sight at range or simple bad luck.

Conall Cassidy

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Race: Human



Faction: Vanguard/ King's personal guard

Age: 28

Description:



Conall stands at a mosterouse 6’8” and weighs in at around 275 pounds of pure muscle that he had gained over years of training and combat. He has paleish skin from his youth and early years spent in the far northern tundras where sunny days are a rare occurrence. Has long black hair that has been braided tight so that it won't interfere in battle but is left long enough to show the culture he comes from. He is often seen in his studded armor with some fur on it to keep warm. (as seen above) he also has his axe on him at all times ready for a fight at a moments notice. In the rare chance, he is not in his armor he usually wears some kind of green clothing that is simple and not extravagant.

His ax is a large double-sided battle ax that was gifted to him by his father when he had become of age and become a full man of the tribe. The ax is normally wielded by two hands and would require such by most warriors but Conall has found that he is able to wield it in one hand while the other carries a shield, although this is a very rare occurrence.



Personality: Conall is a hard man who takes pleasure in fighting. To most he is a closed off man when it comes to his past and more personal aspects about himself. He can vary harsh when it comes to dealing with people he sees as enemies to either himself or to the king. Despite this there is a small kindle of kindness hidden deep within him that occasionally comes out. He also has a seance of honor when it comes to fighting. Not necessarily fighting fair but he does believe that there are rules that should not be broken when fighting in a one on one fight.

"Class": Barbarian Berserker

Motivation: Conall is a simple man in the most basic sense. He does not clammer for the seat his kings sits upon like many commoners do. Conall is driven by his sole focus of being the best warrior the lands have ever seen. He is constantly looking for a new challenge that may lay before him. Like any true warrior Conall wishes only to be remembered for his deeds and to die a true death the way his forefathers where. One goal he does have though is that he will one day return to his former tribe and take back what is rightfully his.

History: Conall was born to a Barbarian clan to the far north in the harsh tundras where only the most sturdy of creatures survive. This particular clan was known for their ferocity and ruthlessness in battle. It was said that members of this clan possessed unnatural abilities to enhance their own capabilities and be consumed by their rage. Many people believe legends of the storm clan to be simply legends and ghost stories told to scare people into submission. Those who did not heed the warning and challenged the Clan on the battle field witnessed first hand why they were referred to as the coming storm

As a man of the tribe Conall was trained brutally to be a fearsome warrior who could be ruthless like a vicious bear but also be as calculated and observant as a eagle soaring far above the chaos. As a child his days mostly consisted of helping around the village when needed. As young children they were allowed to play and act normal mostly because most games played by younger kids in the tribe where just simplified training games. As he grew older however, he along with the other male children began to be trained in the art of war and combat. As a future man of the tribe he as well as the rest of the boys were expected to be the strongest fighters there were. Just a short time later at about 16, they began their specialty training. This type of training could be considered torture by some but to them it was normal. The point of this training was to awaken that Berserker rage that slept with in them all more Importantly how they could control it in battle. But finally at the age of 18 Conall and the other children of his generation that had survived the train and the countless raids had been promoted as it were to be full men of the tribe.

In the following years to come Conall made a name for himself as a warrior like no other. A man with what seemed like the devil himself hidden with him that was only allowed to come out during the battles he had. He quickly gained the reputation that every true warrior wanted. He was a feared man to the other tribes and to the smaller towns that were on the receiving end of one of one of his raids. Conall was a feared fighter that was seen as an unkillable machine to all and any the saw him in battle.

Unfortunately one's life is seldom good forever, and Conall knows this first hand. According to the ancient laws of their people anyone could challenge for the title othe f chief clan. Normally when the chief dies or become to old to lead his armies it is passed down to the strongest of his sons. But anyone may challenge for this title if they feel themselves more worthy than that of the current holder. So when the chief died without a son the circles began to be made as the toughest warrior began to think themselves worthy of the title. None could stop the power that Conall brought to the ring as he beat all of his competitors. Final,ly it came down to both Conall and his brother who where both remarkable warriors. Agreeing the fight it was decided that it would take place the next morning so that both could rest for the fight to determine the next of the tribe of storms. As both entered the circle they clashed with one another showing no signs of slowing down. Just as Conall seemed to get the upper hand he began to feel sickly as his vision began to become blurry. He began to swing widely before his brother knocked him to the ground with his sword pressed against Conalls neck signaling the end of the tournament. Knowing his brother had tricked him Conall lashed out in anger talking his brother once he was allowed up. As the two began fist fight the rest of the tribes men grabbed them and separated them. After this display Conall was banished from the tribe and forced to walk the lands alone.

Not all was lost however. Not long after leaving his home Conall was tracked down by a oddly well dressed man that claimed to work for the king. The man had talked about how the king wanted to speak with Conall personally as soon as possible. Being weary of the man and of the message Conall thought about refusing but figured the last thing he needed was the king to want his head as much as his brother did. At their meeting had heard that Conall had been removed from his tribe. Seeing as how a warrior such as Conall was useful at his side the king offered to give him a spot as his personal guard. From then on Conall has served as the King's personal attack dog and his guard.



Strengths:
Superb warrior
Resourceful
Tracker
Fearless in Battle

Weakness:
Hot Headed
Blindly loyal
Closed Off- he does not open up to anyone about what has happened to him in his past before meeting with the King
Not trusted- because of his bloodline most nobels do not trust his intentions
Heavy Drinker

Powers?
Conall has the ability to enter into a Frenzied rage in the middle of battle increasing his physical abilities drastically but if not handled well could lead to him becoming uncontrollable.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Conall can allow his temper to get the better of him at times. While he never disrespects the king in any way he is unafraid to challenge anyone regardless of who they are. To him respect is something that one must earn from him which is not handed out often. Outside of the King, Queen, and Princess he believes to earn his respect one must prove themselves, usually in combat.

Name: Annabelle Tyler

Race: Human

Faction: Whoever has the power to erase monarchy from the face of the earth. If there isn't one, she'll make one.

Age: 23

Description: Annabelle is a tall woman with a muscular frame, a product of years of hard labor. She keeps her blonde hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way when he works. Her freckled face and body has gained many scars over the years. Annabelle prefers practical clothing. Anything fancy is an anathema to her ideals.

Personality: Annabelle is a brave, reliable, mature and industrious individual, who likes being independent and doing things her way. Sometimes her stubborness can be detrimental to her, though she can give in. Annabelle is an honest woman and greatly values the reliability it brings to her. She used to have great empathy for others and often put others' feelings before her own, but over the years her empathy has lessened, and at certain ties she can get outright vicious. This hasn't been made any better by her increasingly vindictive streak.

"Class": Outlaw, wannabe revolutionary.

Motivation: Annabelle wants to erase anything royal and aristocratic from Tricaelia and turn it into a republic.

History: Annabelle is a freeholder, a peasant who owns her own land and is not bound to nobles through rent (tenants) or serfdom (serfs). Tylers are well respected in their home town of Yeruse, and generations of Tylers have been members of the Town Militia. In fact the current Captain of the Militia is Annabelle's older brother Sebastian, while Annabelle used to work as his Sergeant.

But times are hard in Tricaelia to be a peasant, as the nobles become greedier and more debauched. More and more tenants are evicted from their households for being unable to pay their ever increasing rents, and serfs are forced to endure worsening humiliations at the hands of the nobles who are supposed to protect them. Freeholders aren't untouched either, as the royal court increases their taxes and declares other laws. Last year Tylers were forced to demolish their mill, when it was declared that only nobles were allowed to own mills.

It all came to a head when the local Sheriff came to confiscate Yeruse's creamery for himself. As the creamery belonged to the Tylers, it made Annabelle angry and she went to tell her mind. The Sheriff got furious and said that he would teach Annabelle and other commoners their place. He ordered his subordinates to take Annabelle's little sister, Isolde. It was then that Annabelle had enough and attacked the Sheriff. Sebastian took his sisters' side and with the militia dealt with Sheriff's soldiers. The Sheriff, realizing his peril, begged for mercy and reminded that he is still a noble. Although he may have hoped to be ransomed alive, Annabelle instead found him guilty of being a noble and sentenced him to death.

Realizing the implications of what would happen to the town once the King heard that the militia had killed the Sheriff, so Annabelle instead chose to take the blame for herself. She took the tax revenue the Sheriff's men had collected, along with her equipment and ran away to the woods. Meanwhile the story was told that Annabelle had been caught poaching before murdering Sheriff for his money, and was now declared an outlaw. Sebastian still sends militia to find Annabelle, though all attempts amount to nothing. In reality the militiamen bring information to Annabelle, where she plans her next big move: Revolution.

Strengths: Annabelle is a skilled fighter, a product of militia training. She is literate and knowledgeable of economics and politics. Annabelle is, despite her roughness, an empathetic individual and will help those in need.

Weakness: Annabelle loves her family dearly, and she dreads what will happen if the King and his Vanguard ever discovered that they are accomplishes of her. She couldn't stand the idea of losing them. Despite her hatred of royalty and nobility, Annabelle won't harm children. The memory of what almost happened to Isolde haunts her still.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Annabelle has a very black and white View of the world. Everything for her is either/or, and there is no middle ground.

Faction: Royal Family

Age: Twenty-first year.

Description: Prince Aaron is an immense young man of strapping build, with a round head and slightly pudgy features. He near matches his father the king's height and weight, but that is where the similarities between father and son end. Aaron is round of face and dark of hair, with a clean shaven chin making him look young, but professional. His body is supple and strong, but not without a slight girth that makes him seem even larger and more imposing to most. He dresses in fine hunting garb, gilded armor, and colorful outfits both vainglorious and sturdy. At his hip are an ever present dirk and longsword, ornate in a wealth of garnets and gold. The Prince carries himself with all the swagger of his station and youth, his stride confident and sure, his shoulders poised in good posture.

Class: Crown Prince, Lord Commander of the Vanguard

Personality: It could be said without much doubt that Prince Aaron is a passionate and driven young man. Immense pride resonates from him, every aspect of his being is vainglorious to the extreme. Like his father, and ancestors before him he shows a distinct vitriol for those few outsiders, but differs on his approach. Rather than outright disenfranchising them, Aaron can be subtle and sly is his dealings. Beyond that Aaron is no coward, but has a tactical mind for knowing when to retreat and when to throw caution to the winds and throw his figurative weight about.

Motivation: Aaron is to one day be King Willum the Second! He is the rightful heir to the Kingdom and the current Lord Commander of the Vanguard. He holds a deep vested interest in maintaining the Kingdom so there might be lands and lords and ladies to rule over once his father passes. He also desires to grow his own influence in court, and prove himself a worthy heir to his father.

History: All the bells in the city rang for Aaron's birth. The crones wept joyously, the men shouted in eager admiration, and all the people marveled and welcomed the young ruler into the world. Or so it is said. Whether the people truly danced from dawn to dusk and feasted for ten days and nights, or muttered a sullen, "who cares?" before shuffling about their work Aaron does not concern himself over it. He was born and named Crown Prince Willum Aaron Tricaelian II, destined ruler of all the land, and from that day he was given the reins to power. He was born to rule, and Aaron has waited more than a score of years for his chance to take the throne, and he continues to wait, bowing to his stubborn father's wishes and counting the days before the crown is laid upon his noble brow.

Even from young age Aaron seemed destined to rule. He had to learn his place, and his lessons just like any other boy, but from the very start he spoke with an innate authority, commanding both servants and men to do his bidding from the moment he could talk. His sharp wit, and blunt but intelligent nature was attractive to the other young children of the nobles and courtiers, and he never lacked friends, if that is the proper term for it. They were more his lackeys and entertainers than not else, tagging along because he told them too. Prince Aaron was always above them, beyond them, their better and leader. For this Aaron never had a proper companion, someone who he held as his equal, whose trust he kept and whose friendship was sacred.

Later in life Aaron became a huntsman. In his adolescent years he grew to be a competent tracker and hunter, able to knock and loose an arrow in good form, and thrust a spear into a charging boar with ease. His father always said if he had ever become as capable with a sword as he was at goring a boar with a spear, he would be the finest swordsman in the world. Instead Aaron focused his efforts in those years into falconry, tracking, and riding becoming a master at all three.

In recent years Aaron has possessed less and less time to indulge in his passions, being dragged by matters of state into work of a more diplomatic and militaristic nature. On his twenty-first birthday he was named Lord Commander of the Vanguard, given charge of all the forces of the kingdom's elite fighters, whose competence in battle far exceeded his own. Aaron wasn't entirely out of his element in a position of high command, though when sparring on the training field himself Aaron's weaknesses presented themselves in full. Fortunately for him his position availed him to the intricacies of supply, ceremony, and troop movement and less with swordsmanship and jousting.

Strengths: Aaron is a professional huntsman, there is no doubt about it. When it comes to spear and arrow his aim is true, and his thrust strong. When it comes to trailing a quarry on a misty night there is no better man to track the beast. Furthermore he excels in communication, diplomacy, and debate, showing himself to be a learned man of quick wits. He even enjoys the complications and power of leadership, accounting for all possibilities, ad thinking strategically. Aaron is a master of intrigue and maneuvering pawns to get what he most desires.

Weakness: Upon the tourney fields where bold men clash in a feat of arms Aaron is more apt to make a fool of himself, or be bested by a untested knight in the tilts, or a man-at-arms in the melee. Should Aaron ever engage against a competent swordsman and not a levied peasant in true battle he would find himself hard pressed to survive. The brutal roughness of combat was never his forte. In addition the crown prince has an acquired taste for the comforts of his station, and thoroughly avails himself in lavish fashion. In the grimy, realistic world he is out of place, and awkward, and when in a position of less importance he is always unsure of how to handle himself. Also, Aaron is not a charismatic or likable person. Most folk try to suck up to the noble prince, and as such he is unused to opposition from anyone other than his father. And beyond all that, there is an illness of the mind that plagues Aaron like a dark shadow. Gnawing at the corners of sanity, and eating away at his humanity, slowly, but surely consuming him.

Name: Justain Royce

Race: Human

Faction: As of now he is loyal to the crown, by circumstance and oath.

Age: Fourteen

Class: Squire

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Motivation: For the time being Justain is a broken child, lost and confused and terrified for his life. There is a deep set anger against the crown hidden within his heart at the loss of his family. However, whatever honor he might have had was lost in his surrender, and his submission to the throne's demands. Young Royce longs to restore his honor, and reclaim his ancestral seat, to take up arms and destroy the Vanguard and the royal family, but how could one cowardly boy ever hope to rise against the might of the crown? Such dreams are only that, dreams...

Strengths: Perhaps Justain's greatest strength is his resourcefulness, or his sharp intellect, or even his gentle heart and fierce (if somewhat concealed) determination. He is someone who can see the big picture, and reflect wisely upon his choices, and although many might consider his reserved demeanor to be a lacking part of his character, Justain can, in a certain sense, utilize this to his benefit. Reasoning through his choices with well rationed intellect in situations where another might act rashly making important decisions through emotion.

Weakness: To place the charge bluntly, Justain is a craven, with just enough wits in his fear recognize the very unique predicament he is in. He is cowed, a defeated husk of his former self. Subservient to those who did him wrong, and doomed to scurry about like a slave to fulfill their bidding. Before it had been his greatest desire to serve a high office, and squire for the royal family, but now it is his punishment, a continuous reminder of his shame. In remaining alive and good standing it seems Justain has no boundaries of which he will not soil his already tarnished honor.

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Description:
A fair faced lad of tender years, Justain is moderate in both aspects of height and weight for a boy of his years. He has the golden hair of a Royce, alongside the fine tenor voice and grey eyes often associated with his house. All in all Justain is a handsome young man, lean and capable at a first glance, but then one starts to notice the cracks, hidden beneath the surface. His eyes are downcast, his words mumbled and cautioned, his shoulders drooped and his feet dragging along in slow hesitant steps. He acts scared around authority, and hurries about like a whipped dog, muttering the expected curtsies with little to no intensity.

Personality:
Well beneath the fear and awkwardness Justain displays so openly, lies the demeanor of a well meaning and kind individual. He is soft spoken, sincere, and respectful albeit slightly combative and insecure in nature. When it comes down to it Justain has all the qualities of a nobleman, but he resides in the mindset that he is deeply lacking as a warrior, neither courageous or gallant, and in a sense he fulfills his own self deprecating prophesy.

History:
The Noble House of Royce has long stood as loyal vassals of the Tricaelian Throne, serving them dutifully throughout the centuries. They are an ancient family, with a documentation and records of nobility going back many hundreds of years. It was often said that there was a no more loyal or honorable family than the Royce's, and not without good cause either. Which was why, in recent months when Lord Simmion Royce was executed for treason in the capitol it came as a shock and a grim warning for all the noble families. The late Royce's house, including his younger brother, Bar Royce, the now acting regent of the Royce castle levied and rallied together the joint Royce armies, calling forth all the retainers and knights to make a stand against Royal family, urging the other noble families to do the same. None did, and although Bar slew the first Vanguard knights to arrive at the keep, in search of the young son of Simmion, he knew his time was short. In short order the King's armies, led by his newly appointed Lord Commander arrived and laid siege to the castle, storming the walls and putting every Royce to the sword except one.

Justain, son of Bar Royce and the sole surviving heir to both the Royce household and all the titles within was captured on that day of slaughter, and forced to bend the knee to Prince Aaron, and surrender in full. Justain was all to willing to grasp at this lifeline, and clench on with all his might, doing anything and everything required of him by Prince Aaron. Justain was sure in that moment that he would be forced to give up his titles and take up permanent residence in the capitol's prisons, however in a moment of mercy, and ingenuity Aaron decided against this, detailing that to ensure that the House of Royce be restored to its former honor and loyalty Justain would squire for him, while the Royce household would remain under the stewardship of Sir Bennrick. This would ensure that Justain was close, and no friends of the fallen Royces could snatch him up and hide him, perhaps plotting another rebellion against the crown.

It was in this way, that young Justain Royce, son of a traitor found himself in the service of a prince, and returning to the capitol, as nothing more than a glorified hostage.

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Race/Faction: Human/Kingdom

Age: 28

Description:


Eva is tall, but slouches most of the time, due to her injury. She has long red hair and captivating blue eyes. One of her legs was badly broken when she was younger and never fully healed. The injury still causes her pain, makes her limp and forces her to use a cane when walking.
Eva can make herself very pretty when she wants to, which isn’t very often, mostly when attending official events in the castle. Most of the time however, she wears simple clothes and a cape, all of darker colors that help hide blood stains.



Personality: All the pain and suffering she has to endure each day forged Eva into a tough woman. She is ruthless and unforgiving, always focused on her goal, which is identifying and capturing out all the criminals and rebels who would pose a threat to the king or the stability of the kingdom. Eva realizes it is a never ending quest, but each solved case, signed confession or a public execution brings her satisfaction and joy.
She doesn’t really have any personal life, friends, not even talking about lovers. Her cold behavior drives people away from her, and if that is not enough, her title and job do the trick. She doesn’t long for company, as loving someone or having a family poses an unnecessary weakness someone can use (she would know, she uses it very often to make the suspects cooperate).

Class: Inquisitor

Motivation: Eva is all about obeying the law, under any circumstances. She truly believes that the royal family are the rightful rules of the country and is willing to do anything to preserve the status quo.

History:
Eva was born into a lower nobility family owning some lands need Yeruse. She was raised as a noble girl, preparing to marry some wealthy and important man when she comes of age. At the age of 16, she was engaged with an important baron, a dream match for a girl of her pedigree. But all took a downturn one day when she took her horse for a ride around the city.

Accompanied by two guards, she didn’t expect any trouble. In a nearby forest she got attacked by a bunch of thugs, her guards killed. Eva tried to ride away, but one of the attackers shot her horse, and while falling, one of her legs got stuck under it, bones broken and crushed. Her screams attracted attention of passing city guards, who rescued her.

The attackers were all rounded up and after confessing to their crimes, they were publicly executed. Even though they were just hungry peasants, who were trying to survive, Eva took great satisfaction in watching them suffer. Her leg never healed, she cannot fully bend or straighten the knee completely, or put her full weight on it, forcing her to use a cane when walking.

Her engagement was cancelled, and no new suitors were in sight. Eva’s parents were devastated, but she didn’t really care much. She became obsessed with the law, studying it day and night and then applying for a position in the inquisition.

While she wouldn’t be the first woman ever to become an inquisitor, still it was very unusual, and Eva had to work hard to prove herself. Tirelessly working on every case she was given it soon became apparent, that not only she is capable of forcing confessions out of suspects, but also in determining the truth. She found a surprising satisfaction in finally being recognized for her skills instead just for her looks and family name.

Strengths: Loyalty, obedience, great judge of character, great deduction skills, very little compassion for other people, which makes her an excellent investigator.

Weakness: She has no close friends and she is feared and hated by the common people. She is distrustful about everyone. She is weak physically, her injury causes her pain when moving, some days she even needs to rely on her servants to help her out of bed before the stiff muscles loosen up a bit.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Enforcing the law under any circumstances, no matter how crazy the law might be.

Race: Human

Faction: Nobility / The Thieves' Guild

Age: 28

Description:

Darius Vaezal is a rather tall man of lithe build, standing at about six feet and two inches and weighing only 140 pounds. His face is marked with subtle scars from his youth, and his body matches. His facial hair is always properly trimmed, and his hair is typically combed back to allow it some length without appearing particularly improper. His eyes are a strange light gray bordering on pale blue, and his hair is an oakish brown that reflects in the sun. Darius' wardrobe consists of various shades of red and gold when operating in an official capacity, but keeps dirty cloaks of greens and browns when operating as The Beggar King. In this alternate persona, he also wears a hood and a cloth over his nose and mouth to obscure all but his eyes.

Personality:

Darius has always been described as "too kind for his position," yet retains some of the trappings expected of a man of noble status. He has always had a soft spot for the poor and disenfranchised, bearing too much empathy for his own good. He is the sort of man who will spare a coin or two for all those who ask for one, and would give his own cloak off his back to the homeless if it were not deemed "improper." He is rather non-confrontational, choosing to appease aggressors whenever possible. When forced to fight, Darius fights dirty and does whatever is necessary to ensure he is not the one to draw blood... not again. On the other side of things, Darius has an unshakable belief that his actions are the most righteous. He comes across as "holier than thou" to most, and can become irrationally irate when anyone suggests otherwise. While his anger never reaches the point of wishing to strike another, he has been known to put some merchants in Ruvale out of business for standing up to him.

"Class": Rogue/Noble

Motivation: Darius wants to see the Kingdom care for its peasants and poor with more respect and care.

History:

Darius Vaezal is the first born son of Duke Raendal Vaezal of Ruvale, the current ruler of the southern city. The Vaezal family has been in power for the past century. Prior to this, a separate ruling family had been in power. The foolish Duke thought himself more powerful than the King and attempted to use the port's economic power to strong-arm himself into a more prominent position. Needless to say, that family's name has been eradicated from the history that was taught to Darius. The Vaezal family, a noble family in their own right, were granted the seat of power in Ruvale. Darius, the son of the fourth Vaezal Duke in Ruvale, was born a few weeks early. It was a miracle that he ended up surviving his time as a toddler. He was constantly sick during this time, but managed to pull through.

The Duke, and Darius' father, had an obsession with strength and power. He had the best swordsman in the city, Tywin Yurn. The Yurn family had long been disgraced following the choice of Darendal Yurn, personal bodyguard to the Duke, sided with his master over the King. Tywin's role as Darius' tutor was the perfect opportunity to bring grace back to the family name, and possibly earn a role as a bodyguard for the Duke's family. So Tywin taught the boy everything he could through dangerous practices and training. Darius' body is marked with the products of these exercises on his face and all over his body. By the time he was sixteen, the Duke was tired of seeing his son failing to become a master in swordsmanship. An ultimatum was given on his sixteenth birthday: his son had to best his teacher in a duel, or Tywin would be stripped of whatever he owned and exiled from Ruvale. Tywin, wishing to retain his status, allowed Darius to win the duel. The Duke saw this as a sign that his son needed no bodyguard, meaning that Tywin ended up practically where he started before the whole affair began. Darius was a better duelist, but he lacked the stamina and strength to become good enough to best anyone with military training.

From his youth, Darius promised himself to never suffer pain as he did under the tutelage of Tywin. The young boy became obsessed with arithmetic and the art of persuasion, and was gifted with a brilliant tutor by the name of Roshal. He was a poor philosopher who offered his lessons to the boy for free, and brought up the young noble to become the empathetic and caring man that he is today. Darius learned how to bring peace into a hostile situation and the art of reaching a deal in business. At the same time, Roshal learned of the unjust nature of the Kingdom. He was shown the suffering of the poor, and Darius' heart was swayed. When Darius turned 20 and earned his position as the Lord of Coin, he continued his contact with Roshal. Roshal revealed himself to be "The Beggar King," the leader of the Thieves' Guild in Ruvale.

Roshal passed the mantle of The Beggar King to his protege, Darius around this time. The Thieves' Guild was much smaller, and focused almost entirely in the Ruvale at the time. Over the past eight years, Darius has managed to build up the Thieves' Guild to a sizable number, increasing its operations and influence. Agents of the Guild have been established in all major cities among the population's poor. Roshal has been kept as an official adviser and servant of Darius, helping his former student to balance his life between work and play.

Strengths:

Rich: Being the Lord of Coin for a rather wealthy city in the southern reach of the Kingdom, Darius has access to a vast sum of wealth. It isn't limitless, but his role in the Thieves' Guild also gives him access to a network capable of getting him the supplies he needs for whatever personal endeavors he supports.

Quick: While not strong, Darius is exceptionally quick. He can run with the best of them, and his lack of armor or heavy equipment makes it easy for him to outrun those who wish him harm. He can't move quickly for a long time, as he tires quickly.

Silver Tongue: In order to keep himself out of danger, Darius often employs his skills in diplomacy and negotiation to reach compromises. This comes in particularly handy when negotiating business arrangements, but also serves him when trying to bribe officials as The Beggar King. While he is at times full of himself, he tends to swallow his pride just enough to make a necessary deal.

Weapon Training: Darius does know how to use a rapier, saber, or dagger in a pinch. He isn't particularly good with such weapons, but he is better than the average noble bureaucrat.

Weakness:

Cowardly: If Darius can find a way to talk his way out of a fight or escape one altogether, he will. He has a severe aversion to pain, and would be willing to let another take punishment than himself.

Weak: Physically, Darius is rather weak. The greatest extent of his strength is his ability to climb a moderate distance with effort. His lack of muscles makes him rather easy to overpower.

Empathetic: At the end of the day, despite being cowardly... Darius always does the right thing. He will do what he can from the background to save those he cares for and to make sure the impoverished are cared for... even if it bankrupts him.

Morally Superior: Darius views himself as a paragon of morality, and violently casts out any doubts on his moral superiority over everyone. If one questions his motivations or choices, Darius responds by viewing said individual as an enemy for life. Once in his poor graces, it is unlikely you can ever get on his good side again.

Secret Criminal: While he is openly the Lord of Coin, his secret affairs as The Beggar King make him a target. If anyone found out who he truly is, Darius would certainly be executed for the crimes he has been responsible for, both against the Kingdom and against many of the lords and merchants he calls friends.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

Darius' greatest flaw is the unnecessary danger that comes from trying to live a dual life between helping balance the finances of a city and act as the leader of an illegal and subversive organization. He can't stop himself from acting and helping those in need... and it will certainly lead to his death one day. Whether he dies before or after the current King is toppled is yet to be seen.

Race: Human

Faction: Rebellion

Age: 28

Description: Riccun stands with a regal posture at almost all times (except when he is drinking), remaining composed and intimidating. His height is around 6'1" (1.8 meters) with a healthy physique. Riccun is usually wearing his noble attire to retain his presence to others and remind them of his class. He keeps his facial hair light and his hair cut short. A sword is almost always attached to his belt, but it has hardly ever seen actual fighting.

Personality: Riccun keeps a reputation of an intimidating presence, yet to close friends he shows a relaxed attitude. He tends to keep quiet about his own poor drinking choices, and most of the time does not acknowledge they exist. Despite the flaw, Riccun remains loyal to the rebellion, and has a personal hatred towards the king.

"Class": Nobleman

Motivation: Desires to get his revenge on the king and reclaim his land.

History: Riccun was the only son born into House Marr, a once proud and rich house that was beginning to crumble from its rival houses. While his family owned the city Curant in name, many other nobles were beginning to leech from mines and gain control wherever they could. When Riccun’s father died when Riccun was only thirteen, many predicted the collapse of House Marr. However, Riccun was a stubborn one, even at his young age.

Trained endlessly by his mother and any other tutor that could he hired, Riccun learned the ins and outs of politics and logistics. Slowly, year by year, the nobleman was able to use his developed skills to save his own house and increase its power. The road was never smooth, and there were multiple points many thought he would fail, but Riccun barely managed to hold on each time. House Marr gained control of Curant and its mines once more, and proved itself as a powerhouse in the kingdom.

Then a time came on the prospect of marriage for the young man. With no other successors, House Marr would be empty upon his death. He was offered the hands of many fair ladies, but started quite the controversy when he married an elf of all people. Her name was Fevra, and Riccun loved her with all his heart. It was not an easy path to get the marriage done, and afterwards the king had his eye fixed on the noble.

The final straw towards Riccun’s exile was a sad tale. A noble of a lesser house accused an elf to have murdered his wife, and demanded his execution. As the lord over Curant, Riccun stood to judge the ordeal, and listened carefully to each side. A letter from the king arrived the second day into the trial, commanding Riccun to favor the noble to prove his loyalty. The letter stressed Riccun more than anything, and for days he did not sleep as he continued to delay a verdict.

Evidence surmounted that the lesser noble was the true killer of his wife, and from Fevra’s encouragement to do the right thing, Riccun declared the lesser noble guilty and hanged him the day after. Riccun sent a hasty letter to the king explaining his decision, but it was already too late to remain a loyal noble.

The king had sent a regiment of the Vanguard itself to deal with the nobleman. They slaughtered Riccun’s personal guard without mercy, and dragged Fevra out of her chambers. Riccun was caught off guard and was too late in making an escape plan for him and his wife to flee the city. Through means of evasion and jumping out a window, Riccun barely managed to escape, but watched in horror among the crowd as the Vanguard publicly executed his wife. He fled Curant with a few loyal followers soon after. His escape confounded the Vanguard, and the noble has been in hiding ever since, most only ever hearing rumors of his whereabouts.

Strengths:
Is a brilliant strategist
Extremely persuasive when he needs to be
Skilled in logistical studies

Weakness:
Indecisive at times
Is not the best on actual combat
Fixated on reclaiming Curant

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Riccun has developed a drinking problem after his exile, and has a tendency to disappear at least one night a week.