ADamnFiddle

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@Heckno12

Maria von Hohenzollern

Royal Capital Lugnica

At the very least, the individual had promised he would refund any sort of damages he had created to the product he had unwittingly taken. However, the box which contained what Maria thought to be chilled and hardened barley porridge from a quick analysis of what it looked and smelt like. At the very least, such a thing was not unheard of, but it was odd to Maria to eat cold porridge for whatever reason.

The lettering on the box appeared to be odd to Maria on inspection as well, though not exactly unfamiliar. Perhaps she had seen contents with this language appear in caravaneers importing to Lugnica some time ago? At the very least, that seemed to be a likely explanation.

“T-Then if you are going to offer this meal to me, I cannot say I will not take it if you are going to offer it to me. O-of course you would offer it to me. Ha … T-thanks.”

The once proud tone of voice found within Maria’s speech seemed to lean way to a degree of humility. At the very least, despite her attempts to work around the words, she did eventually thank Ryan for his contribution. She didn’t enjoy having others watch her within any moments of weakness. After all, Maria was a von Hohenzollern, and as its heiress she had to act in a respectable and strong manner.

However, as a human, everyone has a degree of weakness they show within the confines of their life. It was just that Maria detested showing anyone this, from her hunger to her emotions, she was forced as a commander to act in such a way that her Knights would follow her.

“A-Anyway, I suppose at the very least I will take this as a tribute to escorting you. However, it would likely be important to find your way home. Do you remember anything about your home country?” Maria inquired, wondering where the stranger before her had appeared from.

It was odd to see someone like him. Perhaps it was the height differential from most other humans she had met which attracted her attention. The strange facial figure which she had hardly seen before, or perhaps it was the clothing which drew her attention. Or the strange inscriptions upon his cart’s contents which drew his attention. At the very least, this man was odder than the usual oddities she had encountered within her time as a Knight.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

So I saw this recently. Any of you people out there who know there tanks will get it:

Pssssst

(Pssst. That tank is a Canadian WWII tank called the M4A5 "Ram"! Ha! XD )

@Skepic

I think my favorite Re;Zero meme is the "Subaru pose" that is photoshopped onto places, such as the following

My Hider

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@Heckno12

Maria von Hohenzollern

Royal Capital Lugnica

“Hmm, well considering you know not where you are, perchance you are having some sort of amnesiatic episode? I’ve only heard of such targeted amnesia within the confines of plays, but I cannot say that it would be beyond the realm of possibilities,” Maria told her unbeknownst to herself arrival from a new world. Of course, this seemed a bit farfetched, but Maria did suspect him to be someone of a target for human trafficking, so it would not be impossible he had forgotten that he had come to Lugnica through a desire of preserving the “self”.

Or perhaps someone had altered his memories through the effects of magic? Magic did tend to have ill effects on the unsuspecting. Perhaps it would be best to have Ryan seek assistance from someone who could remove any ill-effect from his person, or would that merely damage his psyche beyond repair?

“Many in Lugnica know not writing besides basic words. It is a privilege to learn calligraphy, as it is most places from my understanding. But I cannot say you really look the part of a farm hand or anything like that. I am sorry to say, but I suspect you have come into contact with some sort of trafficking organization. We’ve heard of people from other lands being taken through the highways to unknown locations before, but hardly happen to end up within the capital of Lugnica due to the mandatory checks. Perhaps you made your escape during such a time?”

Of course, that was the most likely situation that would lead Maria to expect a person like Ryan to appear in the city as both a foreigner and one with limited knowledge as to his arrival.

“But think not of me taking pity on you. It is the duty of a knight to serve both their Lord and their people, is it not? We can only truly rely on one another during times of adversity. I would hope if I was in a similar situation you would act the same towards myself, no?” Maria told the boy, hoping he had held the same sort of belief of assisting those without the means to assist themselves. Most Knights refused to assist the poor and defenseless, as technically it did not fall within their duty to protect every single individual in trouble, and even Maria identified that she could not help everyone, but to assist those in front of her which have little ability to defend themselves, from Maria’s perspective, might seem as a means to look down at the poor, but came from a place of genuine concern.

“And you need not worry about one day repaying me. It is my sworn duty, upon the sword I wield, to protect. After all, isn’t the sword [power] but a means to protect the ones you care for? I would only ask that when you see someone down on their luck, you remember the kindness I have shown you today! Yeah, let’s go with that one.” ‘

Maria couldn’t help but smile at the proverb. After all, she did believe it was the duty of a knight to act justly, but even so, this sort of assistance was above and beyond what the standard knight might do for another. That was the motto of the Knights of the Iron Bell, and why they tended to be rather popular with the people.

Even if the world around Ryan turned to insanity, the sincerity of Maria would at the very least be a guiding light in a world of obscurity. Even for the wretched of the earth there is a flame that will never die, because even the darkest night will end when the sun does rise.

But after showing around Ryan for but a few moments, a strange sound started to be heard, even through the clatter and movement of the individuals on the street. A low growl that seemed to grow only in intensity. With a bit of thought and situational awareness, it appeared that the “growls” were emanating from Maria stomach, much to her embarrassment and hope that Ryan wouldn't notice the noise.

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"Liberty, equality, fraternity"

Name: Francois “Jacques” Marie Isidore Marceau

Appearance:

Appearance

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Though traited with Yin magic, he has absolutely no skill in regards to magical prowess and would hardly be able to cast a single spell.

Francois, however, makes up for his lack of magic not true any strength of his own, hardly being better than the average soldier with a sword and definitely below average in brute force. He instead uses intellect, tactics and strategy collected through his experiences, readings, and through what he had been taught during his childhood to deceive opponents superior to himself.

Personality: Francois, or as he better likes to refer to himself as Jacques, tends to be someone you cannot seem to trust at first glance, but at the same time drawn by a certain charisma that seems otherworldly. On the surface, Francois seems to be someone who would protect his ideals to the dying breath, but would fully expect others to die for his dreams. Jacques has long been driven by a desire to fulfill his dream of toppling the monarchy and nobility of his home state, building his very life for that purpose willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to achieve it. From birth he had always "known the way up", his egotism exacerbated by his charisma which has an alluring effect on those around him.

However, behind his often seen wry smile lies something more. A burning hatred of the government. A disgust and distrust to all around him, regardless of position. But still feels that it is his goal, as someone who has seen the horrors of the system and what they could produce, to protect the poor stasti of Lugnica through any means possible. However, through his charisma he was able to secure both funding through unknown sources, possibly merchants who distrust the nobility, nations wishing to create disarray within Lugnica, or other sources. He has amassed a bit of a cult following from his followers who dream of a world beyond the barricade.

Due to his hatred of the nobility and the lies they spew and power they showcase to keep the third-estate [the peasants] in line, Jacques cannot trust anyone who had their desires given rather than earned through their own hands. However, due to his cunning and malicious personality, Jacques would use those whom hail this heritage to further his own goals, even if it means eventually betraying their trusts as time goes on.

Jacques tends to speak of the peasants “dropping their shackles” and obtaining "liberty, equality, fraternity",. He also distrusts the church due to the Dragon not caring about the suffering of the everyday people and willingly turning a deaf ear to those not “worthy” of its presence.

Background: Francois was born inside a jail to his widowed mother, who had been sentenced to a crime of murdering her husband, which she claims she never committed. But Francois only later learned the truth of the matter.

Fantaghiro Marceau was known across the land she worked for her fair and noble beauty, and many were jealous of Francois’ father, Jacques for seizing the opportunity as one of her childhood friends to take her hand in matrimony. The two were inseparable together. However, like many of the farmhands, the noble who owned the property found Ms. Fantaghiro Marceau to be a beauty and wished to take her for his mistress, promising her endless wealth and to be treated rightly, unlike what Jacques could provide for her.

However, there are a few things in this world that money cannot buy, and Fantaghiro loved her husband more than anything else. This infuriated the noble, and upon learning that Fantaghiro was pregnant, he had staged a murder to imprison the young Fantaghiro and her unborn child.

Francios had seen the worst of what humanity had to offer during his childhood. Rapists, murderers, and occultists, all locked up on the jail and all reverting back to their primal instincts. He cursed his fortune and prayed every day for the dragon to relieve him of such torture, but such a time never came to pass.

But even during her incarceration, Fantaghiro never accepted the noble and claimed she still loved her husband. Forcing himself upon her, eventually Fantaghiro could no longer bare the stress of what had happened and perished, her son left forgotten in a prison at the tender age of 10, fighting off those who hardly deserve the light of day.

It wasn’t until a devilish rogue assisted Francois’ escape from his tower that the boy had even been outside. Like a father in his own right, the rogue was once the a prominent general in his own right, but was imprisoned due to gaining too much power, according to the other nobles, over his men. Teaching Francois, who at that time took the name of his father, Jacques, everything he had known about tactics, strategy, and the like, which Jacques's perversed to suit his own ideologies.

However, by that time his surrogate father had passed on by the age of 15, and Jacques chose to utilize his cunning to swindle people out of their cash, such as cheating at poker, outsmarting an opponent in a game with money on the line, or using weighted dice and sleight of hand.

Although Francois was grateful for what the man had done for him, the gears in his head turned and he wished to reform the society that would allow for such a situation to exist called the Jacobins, whose mission statement is to eradicate the Monarchy and nobility within Luginca and reduce the people’s reliance on the dragon for protection anymore, creating a democratic, secular society. Though many still cling to the hope of the Dragon’s protection, how could they turn a blind eye to the suffering of the people?

However, considering the somewhat radical idea of reducing the impact of the dragon from people’s life, he seems to have support, even if by chance, of the Witch’s Cult, though this tends to be, as Francois calls it, a baseless rumor.

Likes:

Republicanism
Secularism
The “Third Estate”
Those willing to further his goals
Reading
Trickster tactics

Dislikes:

Order
Nobility
Monarchies
Those who use their position to oppress the weak
Those who claim honor over all else
Religion
Those who would stand in the way of his goals

Theme

[url] youtube.com/watch?v=4K1q9Ntcr5g [/url]
Main theme:
Hard Diplomacy:
An Unending Dream:

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Hmm...I like the first one.
Only because Tsuiho would be all for helping him. As long as she got paid, of course~ xD

The second one is cool too, though. It'd be interesting to see how that played out. Capitalism, ho!~

@Rune_Alchemist

The third estate is the most powerful estate, after all~, and I am always down to allow the slaving third estate to throw off their shackles.

Also if you are referencing Recettear, I really enjoy that game.

I'll probably be going with the former, but the latter is still a lot of fun in retrospect.

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Trying to think of a few characters I would like to apply to the forum whilst I wait upon a post by @Heckno12 , but I don't really know what sort of character I wish to apply. I was thinking of either a sneaky strategist who uses underhanded tactics and is plotting a rebellion against the nobility, the likes of which the foundation of the Venician republic or the First French Republic, or the other would be a trader and caravaner who aspires to build his own trade empire along the roads of Lugnica through cutthroat diplomacy akin to someone like Andrew Carnegie.

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sure!

I got a new shirt!

@liferusher

From a D.Va main, that us pretty sweet

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

@Heckno12

Maria von Hohenzollern

Royal Capital Lugnica

“Ryan Dreane? Hmm, well if you say that you didn’t steal your items in Lugnica then I cannot say I have the power to force you to return any of these things. But it is strange. I have never seen any of this lettering, yet you can speak my language pretty fluently. I assumed you were a trader at first glance, considering your strange clothing. Though I am suspicious, I do not believe you are lying about your position. Perhaps you have made enemies with the wrong person?”

At the very least, if Ryan had not broken a law within Lugnica, but he had still broken a law. Or perhaps he was someone who had been kidnapped, as he had said. He didn’t really look like he was lying about not knowing where he was,

And it wasn’t like after a few glances she could really discern the contents of the cart. They looked to be a random assortment of things. But what exactly was a super market? She had heard of certain specialty shops being indoors, but to run an indoor marketplace was something that Maria had never heard of. A large enough building to house such individuals tended to be something akin to a castle or a cathedral, and would not be suitable in price considering that shops tended to be closed during any weather ailments. Perhaps he came from a city of merchants, then?

There was something about the word supermarket, or perhaps about how the boy explained it that seemed familiar to herself. Perhaps some sort of idealism sparked within herself seemed familiar with such a concept. A feeling that made Maria, despite knowing very little about the subject, wish to say something along the lines of “Yeah I know what a super market is!”, but she could not place her finger where such ideas came from. Perhaps she had come across it in one of the many novella her father collects and which fascinate her?

“However, if you are lost, I suppose I cannot just leave you here. Especially if you collapse again. And if someone did have malicious thoughts towards you, then they may come back again. If that is the case, I shall be your escort. In the name of the von Hohenzollerns and the Knights of the Iron Bell, no harm shall befall you under my guard, assuming you would have me as your escort. However, as a Knight of this city and one of its guards, I cannot say that I can also give up on my patrols. If you have never before walked the streets of Lugnica before, perhaps you could learn a few things while I patrol?”

If he had been kidnapped for a reason by an enemy of Lugnica, at the very least she could investigate this, such as the increased appearances of the Witch’s Cult and increased Mabeast attacks on civilians and traders. Perchance this instance of displacement was caused by some sort of force which caused this? Of course, some people say the witch’s cult doesn’t even exist, considering the many false flags which occur within the confines of the Guard Station’s reports. Likely, in Maria’s opinion, given the current circumstance, it was an instance of human trafficking.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

@ADamnFiddle Hopefully Maria doesn't think Ryan is insane, but this is closest thing he can do to cope.

@Heckno12

Insanity is relative, isn't it?

@Rune_Alchemist@6slyboy6



Hmpf! I didnt think I had to get mad at the two of you!



Apologise to each other or ill kill your character brutally!

Godmoddig isnt a good thing to do and not accepting some minor actions either. I get that you dont want your character controlled but it is only a fall i mean come on.

Let now all drop this and move on with our lifes with hugs and kisses

@liferusher

same tbh.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

@Heckno12

Maria von Hohenzollern

Royal Capital Lugnica

“Eh, are you lost? You are in the Royal Capital of Lugnica . Everyone should know where Lugnica is. Where have you lived, under a rock? You must be a foreigner. I have never seen such odd clothing before in my life.”

At the very least, it was an oddity for people to wonder to an unknown land. And considering the importance of Lugnica to the dragon, most realms, to Maria’s knowledge, would at the very least know about it. Perhaps he was a tad bit less educated than her analysis first lead on? Or perhaps Lugnica wasn’t as important as she had read about from the scholars of Lugnica? Or maybe he had even travelled from a much more distant land.

But that wasn't the pressing issue. There was another thing that the man had exclaimed after he had admitted he was lost. Something that Maria, as a knight, couldn’t overlook.

“I don’t really get what you mean by ‘super market’, but the contents of this cart are not yours? If so, I will have to ask you to return what you stole. Since you have been honest with me, I shall not punish you too hard, considering you are a foreigner. But I cannot overlook the illegal acquisition of another’s property as a knight of Lugnica.”

Maria was very dedicated to her cause. She had been taught the path of knighthood from a young age as the heiress to the von Hohenzollerns. Though seemingly a bit strict in her tone against the young man who had admitted he had stolen something,

“My name is Maria. Maria von Hohenzollern, commander of the Iron Bell Knights. Considering your delirious state, I can only assume that you're stealing of another’s property was not intentional. I respect your dedication to fairness. However, laws are laws. Do you happen to remember what bazaar you happened to take your materials from? At the very least I will accompany you to return them and set the record straight.”

Standing before the man she had not even gotten the pleasure of knowing his name, his height a fair bit above her own, but even so, Maria seemed to carry herself with a degree of honor that would only be seen on a true knight, though perhaps to an outsider like the individual before her, would seem a bit silly for someone who seemed as dainty as a flower. But even the prettiest of roses has it’s thorns.