Time: Late Morning Location: River Port Interactions: Dante @Alivefalling Mentions: Ashari
As Ashari made his swift exit, Darius shrugged and looked at Dante with a grin.
“Looks like we don’t even have to pay the dude after all. And… we’re here.” Darius gazed upon the port town. The elevation where they currently stood was higher than the town itself. This gave them both a grand view of the town in front of them. Despite not looking as modern as he was used to, River Port presented itself with the familiarity of civilization. A vineyard? He spotted it to their immediate right as they entered River Port from the east. The sudden hum of an amora landing to their left caused Darius to flinch before he watched the odd aircraft land.
“Holy shit. You see that thing? It’s like a… a helicopter or somethin’” Darius and Dante would continue down the path with Darius stopping every few seconds to comment on something he’d never seen before. He never judged or scrutinized the different things he noticed. Darius’ notions leaned more towards his interest and curiosity of such things.
Before the duo truly entered the city, Darius stopped Danter with a single hand to his chest.
“Listen, before we go in there. We have to try our best to blend in with the regulars. If we see weird shit, we just smile and nod, okay? We gotta look out for ourselves. For instance, we need to grab a bite to eat. Time, now!”
Location: Ruined City Interactions: Errybody! Mentions:
Erik had witnessed the Rear Team dispatch the rest of the attacking Lost before glancing over toward Cerise. He gave her a nod, which she returned to assure him she was fine. Next his eyes locked on Poppy who flew over to the Rear Team. She hadn't landed, which caused him to slightly cock his head to the right with interest. From where he was standing, she didn't appear to need immediate attention despite being slammed down onto the roof of a car. Last was Akaia who he could spot with a bit of a squint. She appeared to be doing some cleaning up of the Lost Poppy incapacitated. The Sidhe was covered by Cerise and Lariat up above, a better guardian angel couldn't be asked for.
Now he could focus his attention on the Rear Team. Vincent and Dallas had taken quite a few licks from what he could see as he watched Poppy and Lys treat them.
“Pops is right. Good job, team. So I was- Pops?” Erik noticed Poppy lacked her usual grace when taking off from the ground. When she held her head and landed with a groan, he approached the Sidhe from behind and placed his left hand on her right shoulder as he aimed to move around her. It was the blood that stopped him from rounding to her front. “Pops… you're bleeding.” He couldn't hide the concern in his tone and then “Lys, I need an assist over here! Everyone else, maintain security so we don't get surprised!” His voice was commanding as if he was back at his time with Cerberus. He then addressed Lysandra. “Head injury. She's going to need to hang back here and grounded.” He hadn't noticed Poppy's ankle injury, as he was too distracted by what was immediately pressing. He glanced over, spotting a subtle disturbance in the air. Akaia... Always making this old man strain his eyes.
Time: Early Evening Location: Duke Vikena's Estate Interaction: Charlotte @princess
“No! No! No! Nooo! This simply can't be!” Lorenzo's panicked face was peering down at the invitation for the party that would welcome the Alidasht Kingdom to Caesonia this season. Gripping the paper marked with King Danrose's seal, Lorenzo faced the unfortunate fact that he was unbelievably late. He had been taking his sweet time getting ready and had silently wondered why on earth Charlotte had been locked away in her quarters so early. She was in fact on time! “Nathaniel!” He called knowing his servant was just a call away. “I'm in great need of your assistance.” Lorenzo had never enjoyed using servants for every trivial task, but this was a dire circumstance!
A formal-dressed man old enough to be his father quickly entered the room, immediately recognizing Lorenzo's frantic state as he tried on a jacket and then immediately threw it across the room the moment he felt it didn't match his trousers.
“Duke Vikena. I am here to assist.” The man was nothing but professional as he performed a customary bow. The Duke only glanced at Nathaniel before speaking.
“Inform Lady Vikena that I am running a bit late, please.”
“ I shall do this right away. Anything more?”
“No, please hurry, please… Wait! Wait!” Lorenzo turned his body toward Nathaniel with his arms flared out. “Do you think this is welcoming? I'm trying to go for ‘Warm welcome to Caesonia, foreigners!’ I want to look approachable… even if I don't want to engage in much small talk.” It was something he wouldn't be able to simply avoid. He'd been out of the public eye for so long and his social circle had shrunk down to his precious Charlotte and the parasitic Count Damien. Lorenzo knew the moment he stepped foot in the ballroom, especially late, many eyes would be on him and… Poor Lotty…
“Hm… I believe if you would increase your approachability if you were to swap out your current sash for a black one and then perhaps wear the boots over there.” Nathaniel pointed across the room to a pair of boots that would match perfectly. “And a pair of black gloves for a final touch?” Lorenzo nodded in silent agreement.
“Nathaniel, you're a lifesaver. Thank you, friend.” Lorenzo forced a smile before getting tossing the red sash he was wearing into the pile of failed attempts at piecing together an outfit. “Now, hurry to Charlotte. She must not be kept waiting without explanation.”
With Nathaniel's departure, Lorenzo quickly implemented the servant's suggestions and eyes himself in his dressing mirror. He liked what was put together. He nodded at his reflection as if to assure himself he was ready. He took a single step away from the mirror and stopped mid-stride as he caught sight of his right hand where his wedding band was worn. “Emina… you're forever safe from my embarrassment.” He kissed the band with shut eyes as if it were the woman he once loved. The silence at the moment was fitting for how he felt as he stood in the center of the room.
tick… tock… tick… tock
“AH! I must hurry! Charlotte! Charlotte I am coming! Don't you fret!” Lorenzo ran down the hall of the mansion, passing servants wearing worried expressions as they watched the duke set off to possibly tarnish his reputation yet again.
Cloth armor reinforced with mithral (armor in the picture) Sin of the Father is a spear crafted from the wyvern’s tail that killed Augus’ father. The spear has a Return and Shift enchantment that allows it to become a sword 2000 amas
Captain Verencia’s eyebrows perked up when the exuberant lioness took to the front of the group to introduce herself. He could not avert his gaze, and frankly, under certain circumstances, he wouldn’t want to. Now was not the time nor the place, however. In business and introduction, Caelestis believed a woman’s place was at the rear.
Her explosive personality that had taken him by surprise at first had seemingly lost its flare as the avian’s stern icy gaze returned. Hanami Designs… A staple in Roshmi. He’d have to be a hermit to not know the brand this close to Roshmi. From what he could see, the woman was not armed, and to be fair, his orders were to get rid of the more noticeable weaponry. Swords, axes, crossbows, war-hammers, polearms, and even bows had been confiscated, tagged, and stored in a makeshift armory. Those possessing items such as daggers, whips, gauntlets, and other weapons not traditionally used in warfare were instructed of their prohibited use. Anyone disobeying this instruction would be engaged by the Skyguard. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at Yuka’s invitation to her body. Not the time nor the place…
When the dark-haired elf pulled the woman behind him, Caelestis’ stance relaxed. Not only did his shoulders drop, but his facial expression was less scrutinizing. Finally, a… It was too good to be true, of course. That seemed to be the theme of light elves from his experience. Not only had the elf dismissed his questioning, but he also refused to hand over his weapon. And he had the nerve to claim he came in peace. To come to a foreign place and disregard the rules of the people who live there. The utter disrespect caused the captain’s right eye to slightly twitch. His hands dropped from his chest and he rolled his shoulders while allowing his wings to flare out. The disrespectful elf appeared to be trying to seek agreement from what Caelestis could only assume was his kin.
And agree he did, but with immensely more tact. It was a sign that he might have been longer-lived, especially with the faded scars he wore on his face. He claimed they were representatives of the Sun Elf Kingdom, yet why did his brethren control the Roshmi fashion designer. There were many possibilities why that was, but he would not simply leave that to his own imagination. The largest threat to a refugee operation was spies and infiltrators. This was a risk that Avian City was aware of and attempted to mitigate as best as possible. The biggest hole in their effort to safely shelter the refugees was magic. It was not the easiest thing to shackle down and could not be confiscated. It was fortunate most of the arrivals were demi-humans without any notable abilities to speak of. So when unnamed elves suddenly appear in this city while seeking exemption from the mandatory confiscation of weapons, being representatives of the Sun Elf Kingdom attempting to engage in talks of an alliance seemed… suspicious. Claims of non-aggression meant nothing to a liar and a permitted weapon meant everything to someone intending to commit violence. This elf was correct. This was a time of war. Unfortunately, his own words betrayed him as keeping the refugees safe was the current charge of the Avian City Sky Guard.
The last of the quartet spoke up, drawing tension away with their clever words. He may have entertained the fox on another occasion, but the elves held his ire. The fox demihuman had also failed to provide their background. Was this a ragtag company of people who met by chance? Impossible. It was more likely they were dark elven spies that had failed to get a proper cover story together. There were so many flaws. The only woman had the most sense and took initiative. Slightly too excitable but compliant. The dark-haired elf was simply defiant. His scarred brother was also negotiable. If they were spies, I would have had him speak first. And the fox came across as cool and collected. More interested in what he laid his eyes on than what was being said.
“Elf. You speak of vermin beneath our door, but I think you fail to see how that compares to you and your company. You don’t simply keep vermin out because they’ll eat your stock of food. It’s disease. That is what truly harms the people in their home.” His eyes scanned across each of their faces. “Stopping them entirely is mere fantasy. They will always get in, always. A vermin’s weapon is the sickness they carry and we of Avian City under these circumstances have the ability to remove and control this. The Skyguard is what provides safety for all in this city!” As if on cue, three armored and helmeted avians circled above. Their shadows danced across the five below. “Ambassadors, fashion designer, and… you there. Choose to forgo your weapons to my subordinates, and I will entertain your plea for an alliance between the Sun Elf Kingdom and Avian City. I assure you, we will return them once you are no longer under our protection.” A smug smile formed on his face, revealing how seriously he took the group and their explanations. The three Skyguard avians landed gracefully behind Caelestis. If the group agreed to give their weapons up, the three avians would move to collect them. If not, they would not advance beyond this point with their words alone…
The things were only going to get worse before they got any better, and knowing this well, Vellen headed to the cargo hold in a hurry. A crossbow bolt just barely missed him as he escaped beneath the deck.
“I don’t wish to do this, but… I have to swallow my pride.” Vellen voiced as he descended into the dimly lit area filled with countless eyes.
Meanwhile, upon the deck of the schooner, Barboda had successfully hit several of his intended targets. The large canine demi-human with the boarding ax being one of them. He stopped his charge towards the Harem and removed the bolt that hit his arm. If he was of subspecies with duller senses, he might have missed the foreign scent coming off of the bolt. The scent clearly wasn’t a perfume.
“Red potions! Those hit with the bolts, red potions! Now!” The gruff voice roared to those around him before grabbing a vial from his belt and downing it. The boar demi-human not having been hit, charged forward. He might have gotten a clean jump but the appearance of a large wave stopped him in his tracks. He dug his ax into the deck, and if he hadn’t he might have been washed overboard due to being the closest one to the edge of the deck. The same could not be said for two unfortunate souls. One being a gazelle demi-human, and the other turtle-like demon closely resembling a kappa from Japanese folklore. The rest of the crew were simply stunned by the sudden attack that resembled something that might only be witnessed in a storm. Some of the victims of Barboda’s crossbow shots hit by the wave were unable to consume their red potion, but they still maintained the ability to fight at the moment. The raccoon demihuman who had called the canine and boar earlier was now amongst the rest of their crew with a grapple hook and rope With a grand toss that would make his father proud, he successfully hooked the ship. The raccoon cackled, but it was short-lived as a sonic screech hit him, the canine, and two of the riflemen still fumbling for a healing potion. The canine howled in pain dropping his boarding ax to cover his ears. This time his sharp senses betrayed him. He knelt as he felt as if his skull was being split open with the very ax he dropped on the deck.
“Damn it! A siren!” A lizard woman winced after being hit by the screech attack. She finally had a healing potion in hand and this happened. She raised the potion up to her face only for her entire forearm to be blasted off by the grapeshot fired from the other ship. She screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground. Not only was she frantically bleeding out, but the potion she intended to use was long gone.
“Where's the large potion you had!?” A light elven man shout over her, a deep wound in his torso from the grapeshot. All the lizard woman did was scream. “Where's the large POTION?!” He not only needed it for his wound but the poison as well! Adding insult to injury, the light elf was struck in the head with dark magic from up above. He fell over unconscious until he would inevitably die. A feline demi-human rifleman that suffered a burn to her face from being grazed by the grapeshot fired attempted to rush toward the other ship. She figured she could board it while she had the chance and kill those aboard. She could make the jump and she had always been a great climber so using the rope wasn't necessary. However, mid-jump she was hit by one of the dark fairy's attacks, sending her right into the waters between the two ships. This might not have been an issue except she didn't know how to swim…
Only four of the original riflemen we're left. One dark elf was maimed badly by grapeshot but was attempting to fire on the dark fairy with his own bolts of magic from a kneeling position. One who didn't notice that Barboda's bolt grazing his shoulder would spell death soon. And two who had been luckily standing with Rellen who managed to defend against a few of the Harem's assaults.
Speaking of, Rellen was ready to turn the tables. There was a reason the bastard Ardyn and his crew were feared on these seas! He eyed the boar demi-human who managed to make a jump for the ship after the mysterious wave that hit their vessel and he had taken note of the demon that was sent overboard. As much as he wanted to go across to the other ship and gut the siren on the other ship, he needed to deal with the rare nuisance flying about.
“A fae with dark magic! Ardyn would've loved to have one of you… Too bad!” Rellen swung his sword coated in darkness, sending a wide slashing wave of dark magic in the fairy's way. “The rest of you board! Kill all of them!” Rellen barked to his shaken-up crew.
The raccoon, the canine, and four riflemen moved to board the ship. They through their grappling hooks, but that was not the biggest cause for concern as the boar demi-human vaulted himself onto the Harem's deck ready to chop someone in two. Then as if the gods were playing a cruel and disturbing joke, the sound of repeated strikes to the side of the boat not facing the schooner filled the air. With ease, the demonic turtle vaulted up with a black antler in each hand. Tufts of fur could be seen, leaving little to the imagination of what the demon had done to his crewmate.
The two were on either side of the Harem with more to follow them aboard. Rellen was prepared to face Helio alone.
Location: Ruined City Interactions: Errybody! Mentions:
Erik deliberately took a deep breath as his eyes locked on the various Lost between himself and the Rear Team. I have to make sure the ones coming this way draw towards me. If they have to handle anymore... Erik refused to finish the thought. He fired his will-constructed arrows swiftly taking out two of the thralls closest to him in quick succession. Taking the chance to glance over his shoulder, he noticed…
“Did she really ditch me?” He was aware of her ability to cloak herself and he knew how to find her due to the shimmer she gave off when moving about. Nothing. Despite the mystery, Erik faced forward with his faith in Akaia being quite strong. There was a task before him, and for good of the Commune, he needed to see it completed. The rare serious demeanor that crossed his face oddly softened with a hint of a smile. “Now I can really move.” Erik quickly slung his bow as four thralls and a tentacle moved his way. “Sun for fun” He unsheathed his sword with the sun engraving on its blade and pointed toward his foes. “Hey lil’ sis, I think I have these five!” He called out just in case she was thinking of providing him some cover fire. Erik loved to cooperate, but he thought it would be better if someone else could get supporting fire from the team’s sniper.
Rarely did Erik wait on the Lost to make the first move, and so he rushed in. The four thralls were practically in line with each other. If he were to engage one, another would have the opportunity to strike him. Hitting the middle-men would be the biggest mistake he could make. He went for the one on the left… but what about the tentacle that lingered in the rear. The larger Lost could attack him almost immediately after he broke through the line. Its attacks are slower, but much more devastating if a clean hit were delivered. Erik was mostly thinking on the fly, but he had a decent plan… well it was debatable.
If one could slow the entire moment down they would catch Erik giving a nod and wink towards the four thralls as they rushed towards him. The thralls lunged in unison with their morphed and twisted blades, only for their legs to make contact with a quickly constructed barrier having the appearance of the low wall. Trip! The barrier vanished as quickly as it appeared, but it had fulfilled its purpose in making the creatures fall to the ground. He hopped right over the thralls with his feet squared, his eyes on the prize. The tentacle. Hop! while midair a second barrier, this time a declined platform that he landed on in a crouched position before pumping his legs and swiftly launching forth from it before it disappeared. BLAST OFF! The movement allowed Erik to blitz the tentacle with both hands grasping the hilt of his sword. He plunged his barrier-fortified sword up and into the chest of the large Lost. The momentum from the collision caused the tentacle to fall backward with Erik going along for the ride.
The tentacle hit the cracked concrete with a thud. A grunt escaped the seasoned revenant before he stood up and removed his sword before quickly stabbing the downed Lost through the hanging tentacles on its face, finding its throat. He turned toward the four thralls that had gotten up as the tentacle Lost dispersed beneath him.
“Alright, four to go on my end!” Erik exclaimed just as the four charged at him again. It was time to file them. He flashed a canted wall-barrier in front of all except the furthest on the right who clipped his shoulder on it causing him to stumble forward right into a powerful two-handed barrier-fortified sword strike. The others had been momentarily stopped a step or two offset from each other. And now one was slightly behind the other. He parried the next attack before his blade was covered in his flaming barrier again, striking down the second. He summoned a quick circular barrier just large enough to block the following thrall's attack. The blade recoiled back, allowing Erik to stab it through the chest. His blade appeared to unnaturally leave the thrall's body. It was as if the blade was escaping warm butter. Even for a revenant with superior physical prowess to a human, it appeared too easy. Like the rest, the fourth thrall found Erik's blade in a few swift movements.
“Wow! I wish I could have warmed up a little more beforehand.” He had abused his use of barriers a little more than he hoped but kept with what he dubbed his "battle rhythm.”
Erik's barriers had always been fleeting shapes he could never maintain unless in the palm of his very hands. When he had first awakened as a revenant, it had taken many months for him to find out that he was better with shaping his barriers in his palms. Anything else lasted a few seconds at best. Many considered Erik’s grasp on his blood type O abilities subpar or useless. For the many months it had taken for him to understand his limit, it took him twice as long to even think of implementing his ability in combat. Timing was everything and his wild imagination only aided in his useful improvising. Erik was fine not being the strongest, fastest, or even the smartest. Erik simply leaned into simply being the most creative on the battlefield.
Time: Morning Location: Myriamor Plaza- Summer Harvest Festival Interactions: Aurora @Mole, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess Mentions:
Pocket watch Black stetson Hat and Cowl Black Duster Outfit Repeating Crossbow 12 Iron Bolts Champ (Oak Horse) One-horse open sleigh Hunting knife Rope Saddlebag Black neckerchief Tinder box Canteen Matches Two Gold nuggets $40
Slick's back was turned while Aurora changed into her swimsuit in the changing room. The man didn’t consider himself a gentleman, but he had a little bit of decency. Besides, the woman had him tied. It was almost as if the string in the wind had been tightly tied to the stick in the mud. An interesting predicament indeed. He could have gone off and changed himself, but he wanted to make sure Aurora was settled first. It was not until she finally addressed him that he turned around.
“That…” He almost mimicked as he raised his eyebrows at Aurora’s appearance. He took the last sip of his second drink. Well I’ll be… Slick’s eyes were glued to her slender form, noticing how the sunlight met and shone across her fair skin exposed by her swimsuit. However, despite how pleasant her appearance was to the eye, Slick could clearly tell the woman was as uncomfortable as he was picking out the thing. When she asked if it was the most modest thing the swimsuit stall had, he sighed as he tossed the disposable cup, littering of course.
“Listen here. There were things up there that didn’t connect. Just be grateful your middle parts are covered.” Slick glanced over at the stall, spotting a frilled black bikini for sale hanging up. Slick was sure the woman would look quite nice in the thing but again, he wouldn’t take advantage of a sweet ol’ blind woman. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re more covered up than all the other gals out there. And don’t you worry about bein’ in the water. I’ll be joinin’ and assisting you. Don’t you worry.” He assured her before beginning to remove his own clothes right in the changing room. “Just give me a moment. I need to change myself and considering you can’t see and all…” He trailed off as he quickly removed his clothes. In a flash, he was in just his swim trunks and oddly enough wearing his stetson.
“Alright Aurora, let’s go experience this fine water everyone’s been talkin’ about!” He said with some excitement. He took her hand in his and gave her a nod despite him not thinking she could see the gesture. Leading her out to the pool Slick waved his hand towards the other two humans. “Hey Cale! Soph! Don’t you think Aurora’s the finest thang you’ve ever laid eyes on?!” Slick chuckled. The alcohol hadn’t affected as much as it did the others, but his inhibitions were beginning to slip. He smirked at Aurora, so sure she’d be embarrassed, but he just wanted her to be less insecure about the swimsuit.
Height: 5’10” Weight: 170 lbs Eye Color: Grey Hair Length/Texture: Straight cropped Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Color: Mostly on the fairer side, but has a slight tan. Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Lorenzo has a few scars on his face and a mustache. Distinguishing features: His sex appeal Clothing Preferences: To play the part of a noble, Lorenzo attempts to look as formal as possible when he knows he will be in the presence of other nobles… This is mostly all of the time except when he is in the comfort of his own home. Muted colors are his preference as he had never been one to match and blend colors well. He has tried and failed miserably in the past, so he sticks to what is simple. The only jewelry he wears are his rings, one being a silver band with a blue trillion-cut tourmaline stone, an heirloom from his father he wears left middle finger. The other is a gold wedding band from his previous marriage he wears on his right right ring finger.
Psychology
Likes: ★ Being in his home ‘ ★ His black angora ferret named Kier ★ Low stakes ★ Talking to the common person ★ Taking the edge off ★ His relationship with his stepdaughter Charlotte ★ Poetry ★ Gardening ★ Nature ★ Solitude
Dislikes: ★ Royal/Noble Gatherings ★ Count Calbert Damien ★ King Edin Danrose ★ Magic ★ The pompous and arrogant ★ His cursed narcolepsy ★ Unwarranted insults ★ Gossip
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hobbies: ★ Writing poetry ★ Drug use ★ Binging alcohol ★ Exploring the gardens around his property
Life Goals/Dreams: ★ Rid himself of Count Calbert ★ Repair his life ★ To find love again ★ Find his place amongst the nobles
Personality Summary: A kind but depressed soul, Lorenzo forces a smile with a saddened expression on his face. These days he keeps to himself and indulges in drugs and alcohol to numb himself to sorrow he's felt since his appointment as duke. He's not quick to approach others but he can hold quite a conversation when engaged. He's a home-body, and he can be quite the host, but good luck getting this man out of his home if not for some needed appearance at an event. And at these events, Lorenzo normally places himself close to his stepdaughter Charlotte. He does this because he enjoys her company but also because she has a better grasp at saying and doing the right things in the presence of others.
When it comes to confrontations, Lorenzo would much rather avoid them. So much so, he'll resort to being disingenuous to his true feelings and beliefs in order to keep the peace. At the same time, he won't jump into a fight that isn't his own even if it means defending or aiding someone who is wronged. Lorenzo trusts nearly anyone unless they give him a reason not to, making him rather gullible amongst the cutthroat nobles.
There are few Lorenzo considers close. One being his stepdaughter who he gets along with very well despite the rocky relationship he had with her mother towards the end of her life.
Background
Current occupation: Duke
Any past occupations?: Bank Owner
Relatives: Lady Charlotte Vikena (stepdaughter)
Skills: ★ Keeping a secret ★ Green thumbed ★ Finding excuses
History Summary: Duke Lorenzo Vikena was not born wealthy yet he was not born poor. Born to a family that valued the ownership of trades and businesses, Lorenzo was well aware about managing wealth. It was only natural for him to acquire ownership of the management of the Caesonia Kingdoms banks. At a young age, he was considered the most esteemed and self-established noble in the country. It was that very fact that led the recently widowed Duchess Emina to him. Like any relationship there was a honeymoon phase and Duchess Emina had used that to her advantage. The glitz and glamor of the high life she lived as a Caesonian duchess had pulled Lorenzo in. Of course he had feelings for the woman Emina had presented herself as but had no idea of the life he was getting himself into once he agreed to marry her. Being a noble was one thing, but involving oneself in the political sphere was another matter. Like a bumpy stone, Lorenzo failed to find his place and properly bounce back from his screwups.
Lorenzo mingled with the wrong people, gave subpar introductions, and addressed his peers and superiors with casual and sometimes even improper courtesy. And to add onto things, he and Emina could not bring a child into the world due to her suffering from several miscarriages only known by a tight circle of acquaintances. The man, despite his title, was considered an embarrassment in any gathering of royals and high-class nobles.
Lorenzo embarrassed himself in the courts numerous times, the worst being when he brought his pet ferret, Kier along, disgusting many of the guests in attendance. The incident had embarrassed Duchess Emina in such a way that a private altercation became physical between the two. Though Lorenzo stayed his hand, Emina attacked like a rabid animal. She clawed at his face, leaving scars that exempt him from a month’s worth of public appearances. She might have harmed the ferret, but Lorenzo had defended the poor creature with his life.
The pressure, the fighting, and just not being able to find his place in the high-life weighed on him, a mountain made of expectation and scrutiny. There were nights where he cried himself to sleep. There were nights where he prayed for things to be different. There were nights where he wished upon the moon and stars that he could make everything better…
Yet things only grew worse. A ball was held, hosted by the crown. Lorenzo thought himself ready to conquer the event after so many previous, and he was. His head was held up high, he was dressed to impress, no ferret in sight, and he greeted everyone as a dignified duke. Unfortunately, Lorenzo and Emina were subjected to King Edin Danrose’s frigid cruelty. It mattered not how Lorenzo appeared today, his reputation as Duke had been dragged through the mud by his displays over the years. With so many in attendance, the shame and embarrassment proved to be too much this time around. So much so that Duchess Emina took her own life.
The tragedy nearly broke him. He was ready to just up and leave the country, but Count Calbert Damien had convinced him to remain. The count had seen Lorenzo’s worth and wished to be his friend in such a dark time. A year has now gone by and Lorenzo appears to be a bit more comfortable in his skin. At least that’s what he shows to everyone else. The only person who knows the most about how he feels, is Charlotte who shares her own distaste for the other nobles and their games. He worries of himself, yes, but he also worries about someone so young jaded towards a life she hadn't truly dived into yet.
History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: I was very much nurtured. I don’t think I’d be here without my family grooming me for success in my business ventures. When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: It used to be my hobbies but now it’s… it’s my vices. There are times where I speak to Charlotte about things. It helps. It helps sometimes. What were you like in your teenage years?: I was a studious fellow. Always following the guidance of my elders. How close are you to your parents?: I love them dearly but my life now… I often find it hard to make time for anyone else. Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: Can I… Can I choose not to answer this? I just can’t right now. Please. What advice would you give your younger self?: Don’t chase dreams. Build up what you have. Be who you are and don’t let anyone change that. No one. Were you an obedient child or defiant?: Obedient. I respected my elders. What is your biggest regret?: No. I… Just no. Next question, please.
Romance Have you ever been in love?: Of course. I loved Emina with every fiber of my being. And then I lost her… I lost her. What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: I wish I knew. I should know this. I- I just want to be with someone who can look past my flaws and failures. Someone who can see me for me. Not the Duke I am. The man I am! How do you display affection? What is your love language?: I give those I love things I myself find precious. A poem written by my hand. A flower grown in my garden. Gifting something I created myself. Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: Of course. It was nice. Very nice. It was so long ago, but I can recall it quite well. Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: I don’t know. I thought I did. Now, I think love takes more time than that. Sometimes I like to imagine something like that does exist. Just a dream though, right? What does marriage mean to you?: A true union. Not just in love, but life… It can be beautiful. It can be abhorrent. Are you currently crushing on anyone?: No. No I am not. Do you ever consider having children in the future?: I feel that time has passed, but I wouldn’t be completely against trying. I was unable to produce an heir with Emina but I think… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say such things... You know, Charlotte... She's what I'd want in a child. Kind and precious.
Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Taking a stroll through my gardens with Kier and maybe even Charlotte in my company before finding a spot to have a quaint picnic. What kind of person do you aspire to be?: The best version of myself. What else could I ask for? What bad habits do you have?: I… I indulge in many things… I intend to quit but- I just need it now. Just for now. Yes. If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: This… You’ve asked this already. I will not answer this. What is your greatest fear?: Losing myself. What are your pet peeves?: Respect for my space and respect for your fellow man. When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: Alone. Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: I don’t see a need to fight anyone. Tongue or fists. We’re adults! We should resolve our issues as such.
Height: 5’10” Weight: 170 lbs Eye Color: Grey Hair Length/Texture: Straight cropped Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Color: Mostly on the fairer side, but has a slight tan. Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Lorenzo has a few scars on his face and a mustache. Distinguishing features: His sex appeal Clothing Preferences: To play the part of a noble, Lorenzo attempts to look as formal as possible when he knows he will be in the presence of other nobles… This is mostly all of the time except when he is in the comfort of his own home. Muted colors are his preference as he had never been one to match and blend colors well. He has tried and failed miserably in the past, so he sticks to what is simple. The only jewelry he wears are his rings, one being a silver band with a blue trillion-cut tourmaline stone, an heirloom from his father he wears left middle finger. The other is a gold wedding band from his previous marriage he wears on his right right ring finger.
Psychology
Likes: ★ Being in his home ‘ ★ His black sable ferret named Kier ★ Low stakes ★ Talking to the common person ★ Taking the edge off ★ His relationship with his stepdaughter Charlotte ★ Poetry ★ Gardening ★ Nature ★ Solitude
Dislikes: ★ Royal/Noble Gatherings ★ Count Calbert Damien ★ King Edin Danrose ★ Magic ★ The pompous and arrogant ★ His cursed narcolepsy ★ Unwarranted insults ★ Gossip
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hobbies: ★ Writing poetry ★ Drug use ★ Binging alcohol ★ Exploring the gardens around his property
Life Goals/Dreams: ★ Rid himself of Count Calbert ★ Repair his life ★ To find love again ★ Find his place amongst the nobles
Personality Summary: A kind but depressed soul, Lorenzo forces a smile with a saddened expression on his face. These days he keeps to himself and indulges in drugs and alcohol to numb himself to sorrow he's felt since his appointment as duke. He's not quick to approach others but he can hold quite a conversation when engaged. He's a home-body, and he can be quite the host, but good luck getting this man out of his home if not for some needed appearance at an event. And at these events, Lorenzo normally places himself close to his stepdaughter Charlotte. He does this because he enjoys her company but also because she has a better grasp at saying and doing the right things in the presence of others.
When it comes to confrontations, Lorenzo would much rather avoid them. So much so, he'll resort to being disingenuous to his true feelings and beliefs in order to keep the peace. At the same time, he won't jump into a fight that isn't his own even if it means defending or aiding someone who is wronged. Lorenzo trusts nearly anyone unless they give him a reason not to, making him rather gullible amongst the cutthroat nobles.
There are few Lorenzo considers close. One being his stepdaughter who he gets along with very well despite the rocky relationship he had with her mother towards the end of her life.
Background
Current occupation: Duke
Any past occupations?: Bank Owner
Relatives: Lady Charlotte Vikena (stepdaughter)
Skills: ★ Keeping a secret ★ Green thumbed ★ Finding excuses
History Summary: Duke Lorenzo Vikena was not born wealthy yet he was not born poor. Born to a family that valued the ownership of trades and businesses, Lorenzo was well aware about managing wealth. It was only natural for him to acquire ownership of the management of the Caesonia Kingdoms banks. At a young age, he was considered the most esteemed and self-established noble in the country. It was that very fact that led the recently widowed Duchess Emina to him. Like any relationship there was a honeymoon phase and Duchess Emina had used that to her advantage. The glitz and glamor of the high life she lived as a Caesonian duchess had pulled Lorenzo in. Of course he had feelings for the woman Emina had presented herself as but had no idea of the life he was getting himself into once he agreed to marry her. Being a noble was one thing, but involving oneself in the political sphere was another matter. Like a bumpy stone, Lorenzo failed to find his place and properly bounce back from his screwups.
Lorenzo mingled with the wrong people, gave subpar introductions, and addressed his peers and superiors with casual and sometimes even improper courtesy. And to add onto things, he and Emina could not bring a child into the world due to her suffering from several miscarriages only known by a tight circle of acquaintances. The man, despite his title, was considered an embarrassment in any gathering of royals and high-class nobles.
Lorenzo embarrassed himself in the courts numerous times, the worst being when he brought his pet ferret, Kier along, disgusting many of the guests in attendance. The incident had embarrassed Duchess Emina in such a way that a private altercation became physical between the two. Though Lorenzo stayed his hand, Emina attacked like a rabid animal. She clawed at his face, leaving scars that exempt him from a month’s worth of public appearances. She might have harmed the ferret, but Lorenzo had defended the poor creature with his life.
The pressure, the fighting, and just not being able to find his place in the high-life weighed on him, a mountain made of expectation and scrutiny. There were nights where he cried himself to sleep. There were nights where he prayed for things to be different. There were nights where he wished upon the moon and stars that he could make everything better…
Yet things only grew worse. A ball was held, hosted by the crown. Lorenzo thought himself ready to conquer the event after so many previous, and he was. His head was held up high, he was dressed to impress, no ferret in sight, and he greeted everyone as a dignified duke. Unfortunately, Lorenzo and Emina were subjected to King Edin Danrose’s frigid cruelty. It mattered not how Lorenzo appeared today, his reputation as Duke had been dragged through the mud by his displays over the years. With so many in attendance, the shame and embarrassment proved to be too much this time around. So much so that Duchess Emina took her own life.
The tragedy nearly broke him. He was ready to just up and leave the country, but Count Calbert Damien had convinced him to remain. The count had seen Lorenzo’s worth and wished to be his friend in such a dark time. A year has now gone by and Lorenzo appears to be a bit more comfortable in his skin. At least that’s what he shows to everyone else. The only person who knows the most about how he feels, is Charlotte who shares her own distaste for the other nobles and their games. He worries of himself, yes, but he also worries about someone so young jaded towards a life she hadn't truly dived into yet.
History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: I was very much nurtured. I don’t think I’d be here without my family grooming me for success in my business ventures. When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: It used to be my hobbies but now it’s… it’s my vices. There are times where I speak to Charlotte about things. It helps. It helps sometimes. What were you like in your teenage years?: I was a studious fellow. Always following the guidance of my elders. How close are you to your parents?: I love them dearly but my life now… I often find it hard to make time for anyone else. Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: Can I… Can I choose not to answer this? I just can’t right now. Please. What advice would you give your younger self?: Don’t chase dreams. Build up what you have. Be who you are and don’t let anyone change that. No one. Were you an obedient child or defiant?: Obedient. I respected my elders. What is your biggest regret?: No. I… Just no. Next question, please.
Romance Have you ever been in love?: Of course. I loved Emina with every fiber of my being. And then I lost her… I lost her. What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: I wish I knew. I should know this. I- I just want to be with someone who can look past my flaws and failures. Someone who can see me for me. Not the Duke I am. The man I am! How do you display affection? What is your love language?: I give those I love things I myself find precious. A poem written by my hand. A flower grown in my garden. Gifting something I created myself. Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: Of course. It was nice. Very nice. It was so long ago, but I can recall it quite well. Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: I don’t know. I thought I did. Now, I think love takes more time than that. Sometimes I like to imagine something like that does exist. Just a dream though, right? What does marriage mean to you?: A true union. Not just in love, but life… It can be beautiful. It can be abhorrent. Are you currently crushing on anyone?: No. No I am not. Do you ever consider having children in the future?: I feel that time has passed, but I wouldn’t be completely against trying. I was unable to produce an heir with Emina but I think… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say such things... You know, Charlotte... She's what I'd want in a child. Kind and precious.
Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Taking a stroll through my gardens with Kier and maybe even Charlotte in my company before finding a spot to have a quaint picnic. What kind of person do you aspire to be?: The best version of myself. What else could I ask for? What bad habits do you have?: I… I indulge in many things… I intend to quit but- I just need it now. Just for now. Yes. If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: This… You’ve asked this already. I will not answer this. What is your greatest fear?: Losing myself. What are your pet peeves?: Respect for my space and respect for your fellow man. When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: Alone. Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: I don’t see a need to fight anyone. Tongue or fists. We’re adults! We should resolve our issues as such.
Location: Ruined City Interactions: Errybody! Mentions:
So far, Erik was enjoying the journey into the city. It was warm out and he was with most of the Commune out here. Looking back, he could spot the Rear Team way back covering their six o'clock and the Lost appeared to be a bit more scattered from their path than most days from what he could tell so far.
Erik made sure to stick close to Akaia for the most part due to his understanding of her unique use of Licorice. He just hoped the crow forgave him for his awful drawing of him. “Hm.” Erik paused with the others of the Forward Team as infernals came into view. They were the slayers of many due to their ability to maintain their blood type abilities after becoming one of the Lost that roamed about. They used them without too much skill but could catch one off guard if one couldn’t discern their ability before they demonstrated it. It was always best to strike them first, and that’s exactly what Poppy aimed to do.
Erik gave her a quick nod as she voiced her intentions. He knew he didn’t need to tell her a thing. Erik watched both Poppy and Cerise advance forward while he and Akaia trailed. Erik only wished he had moved ahead a bit faster as Poppy was grabbed and slammed by a sickle and chain wielding Lost. Cerise hadn’t fired at the approaching enemy for some reason unknown to Erik at the time. Whatever happened, Erik readied his bow and materialized an arrow that appeared to be kissed by golden flames. It was Cerise’s call for action that further confirmed his need to provide cover fire for Poppy. Before he could loose an arrow, however, one of Lys’ drones flew past him and fired a rocket at the infernal before targeting three approaching thralls with two more missiles. Erik found himself glancing about but keeping close to Akaia. His eyes stopped and focused on the thralls just hit.
One thrall sprung forth after the rocket attack, earning two well-placed arrow shots to the chest that stopped it in its tracks. It was the third arrow that struck its forehead that put it down.
The commotion, though necessary, had drawn over a dozen thralls accompanied by two infernals out of what had initially appeared to be an abandoned multi-leveled parking garage that was located in the space between both teams. One of the infernals fired crimson-colored bolts of energy towards the Rear Team while the thralls scattered about into the street towards both groups. The second infernal activated a purple half-dome-shaped shield that only protected its front as it joined the blood type A infernal in attacking the Rear Team. The few tentacle lost that had been slumping in far corners within the area began to move sluggishly towards the area between the groups.
“And here I thought we got a freebie. Okay Akaia, take out any that get too close to us.” Erik prepared to fire.
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