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Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Aryll Imaali

“This is your High Prince. Bow!”

’High Prick,’ is more like it.

She barely attempted to keep the disdain off of her face. The high prince of these damn mongrels was here? Oh, how she’d like to give him a piece of her mind! She’d been forced from her home, her life, among strangers! She’d been given these rough garments, the food that her nerves wouldn’t let her swallow, and those damned looks of superiority from the guards she dared to make eye contact with.

And there was the architect of it all, or one of them. Or, perhaps he played no part in it, but if he demanded that the assembled women bow, then he was certainly not acting against it. She wished, very briefly, that she had the courage to leap over the table and wrap her hands around his throat, but it was for the best that she didn’t.

The courage to fight, it seemed, was also a desire to die.

Still, she looked at some of the other girls, the ones standing. She hadn’t bothered to learn their names, having been too busy sulking to socialize, but now she found herself inspired by them. After all, if all of them stood, they couldn’t rightly kill all of them, could they? Where would they get their brides, then? She stood, jaw set, defiant, until a sickening thought forced its way into her mind.

They can’t kill all of you, but they could just kill you.

And then another thought, one that made her chest ache a bit.

Sigmund…

The defiance left her, then, like air from a balloon. So long as she still lived, it was her duty to keep herself that way. For her father, for her mother. For Sigmund. She had to get back, survive long enough to find an opening.

She looked down, not daring to meet the eyes of the girls that had the bravery to stand. There was shame, then, and a feeling that she’d let them down. She slowly, haltingly lowered herself to her knees and then trained her eyes firmly on the ground.

And there was the anger, again. For once, it wasn’t at the Drakken, but at herself.

Coward.

Summary

Aryll intends to join the standing club, but wusses out after a brief show of defiance and goes right back to being pissed in silence. [Summary]

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Kaivor Igvrius

_{Interacting with: Ineraz Evrenarth@SilverPaw}

Železna Kri was not exactly as he’d remembered it, from almost 170 years ago, but it wasn’t radically different. He’d only ever been in the city during Choosings, and so the hustle and bustle in the streets was nothing new. There was an air of importance that he didn’t much like.

But, then, he didn’t like a lot of things.

There was something almost surreal about the markets, when he got to thinking about them. So many things from so many places, all congregated into one dusty city.

It was unnatural.

He didn’t like it, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use it. Though, today, nothing in the street stalls had grabbed his eyes. He had plans to make a purchase, or at least attempt to. It had come to his attention that the younger Evrenarth son had, in his possession, beasts. They were vicious, he was told.

Perfect.

Doubtless, Ineraz wouldn’t have many of the beasts on him. Kaivor was fine with waiting for an order. So, he stood outside the gates of the Evrenarth estate, hoping that the guard he’d spoken to had actually delivered his name and message to Ineraz, instead of leaving him to stand out there like a fool.

Summary

Lord Igvrius internally complains about some of the issues he sees in Železna Kri and, by extension, Drakken society. Also he buys some animals.[Summary]

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Kaivor

{Kaivor Igvrius}

(props to the OG artist, for this. Also, ignore that tail)

Race:
Drakkan
Age:
203
Element(s):
Water and Earth
Height:
6’ 11”

Bio:
The Igvrius family is an old one, but the name had no real weight until Kaivor’s father and grandfather performed outstandingly well in the war with the Anathos. His grandfather didn’t live to see the end of the war, but his father was still young-ish and was able to reap the benefits of their service. Wealth, and power, but certainly not health. Kaivor’s father suffered from a persistent respiratory issue all his life, as well as issues with fertility. He had several Gemmenite wives, and he only managed to produce three children near the end of his life. The eldest of these was Kaivor.

As he grew up, his dying father spoke to him about the Drakka of his childhood, when there’d been no king. He was trained from an early age in the ways of combat, but has seen little in the way of actual fighting. He started to take after his father’s ideals, that Drakkan should never be a unified land, and that the only worthwhile opponents left were other Drakken.

His father died when Kaivor was fifty. The Drakkan was sickly, and old, but he stumbled outside and forced one of his servants to duel him. The servant was untrained, but he still easily bested and killed the dying Igvrius. Kaivor made sure news got around that his father wasn’t, in fact, ill or frail, but that he died in a fair duel.

As Kaivor grew, so too did his beliefs. He decided that the concept of a king was inherently un-Drakken. Drakken were meant to fight, and the Gemmenites were far from worthy opponents. Until a real foe came about, a foe like the Anathos, Drakken were meant to fight amongst each other. He disliked the idea of the Gemmenite bride offerings, simply because it was orchestrated by the forces that united Drakka. Granted, it wasn’t as though he could come up with a better solution, much as he’s tried. He finds the idea of a new, Gemmenite, slave race to be more palatable than the current arrangement, but would never openly support an idea put forth by a prince.

Now, he’s ready to take a wife and has been offered the chance to do so. He was against the idea, at first, but it was his brothers who convinced him that an Igvrius heir was necessary.

Other:
-Kaivor fights with a pair of handaxes.
-Kaivor’s brothers are twenty-four and nineteen years younger than him, respectively.

Adult Content Preference: No preference. I'm flexible.

Aryll

{Aryll Imaali}

(Art isn’t mine. Definitely not. Many thanks to the artist.)
Race:
Gem
Age:
18
Element(s):
Earth
Height:
5’ 3”

Bio:
Aryll was born in the (CAPTIAL) to a pair of unscrupulous merchants from a long line of even more merchants of questionable business ethics. Though it was often spoken with distaste, anyone who did business near the capital knew the name Imaali. She grew up comfortably, and received the best education that her parent’s money could buy. She became proficient with numbers and coin, and a skillful barterer.

Despite her parent’s best efforts to ensure the contrary, she made friends among the rabble that congregated in market places. She knew the farmers and the fishermen, the smiths and the artisans. Naturally, she grew, and around the time she turned seventeen she’d found a lover in a skinny potter’s apprentice named Sigmund.

For a year, her biggest worries were her father finding out about Sigmund, or the price of fish rising, or an especially taxing history lesson. Though she knew of the reaping, and feared it, she never dreamed it would happen to her. There were thousands of girls in the city, but she was unfortunate enough to catch a reaper’s eye and was immediately grabbed, a last minute addition to the girls taken that year. There was no time to say goodbye, not to her parents, not to any of her friends in the markets, and certainly not to Sigmund.

At the time, it seemed surreal. It couldn’t actually be happening, not to her. As the journey east dragged on, the more real it started to seem. The more real it seemed, the more worked up she got. She was scared, terrified. But mostly angry, pissed. What right did these brutes have to take her from the life she’d been so happy in? None at all, so far as she’s concerned.
Other:
N/A
Adult Content Preference: No preference.

Wrath of Darkness

Callum Webley

Name: Callum Webley III

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Guardian / Educational Society and Center of Advancement

Skills:
-Old World Tech Specialist: Having spend a majority of his professional life (short as it's been) studying Old Age technology, Callum is adept at forming connections, making hypotheses, and testing them. He doesn't know how the stuff works, no one does, but on an expedition like this, Callum has a better chance of figuring it out than anyone cooped up in Anselmo. His knowledge also has the additional benefit of making him an amateur electrician, capable of doing simple repairs to electrical equipment.

-Anselmo Guardian Basic Training: Callum's training is still fresh in his mind. As such, he's competent with his rifle, good at securing defensible areas, and adept at climbing, with and without rope.

Equipment:
-Auberon Mk. 3 Battle Rifle: Burst-firing battle rifle that excels at medium range. Trades the accuracy of longer-range rifles and the firerate of its medium range cousins for manageable recoil and solid per-shot-stopping-power.
-Archimedes Personal Defense Sidearm: Designed for civilian use inside the walls, the Archimedes is a favorite of scientists in the field due to its mobility and ease-of-use. It can fire both standard pistol rounds, as well as shotgun shells, though its clipsize suffers a bit, only able to fire five rounds before a reload is required.
-Electrician’s Knife: This knife is designed to be able to cut through wires and the such without electrocuting the wielder.

Appearance:

Background: Callum was born in the Civil District and was the third of five children. His father was the Director of Family Affairs, serving directly under the Civil Commander. His mother was a renowned architect and engineer. He was taught, from a young age, about his family’s illustrious history. The first official Civil Commander had been a Webley, and since then, there had never not been a Webley in some high Civil or Military office.

Callum developed a measure of humility rather quickly. He wasn’t as smart as his older brother, or as strong and fast as his older sister. His marks in school were average, as was his physical prowess. Though he expressed interest in becoming an Anselmo Ranger, like his sister, it seemed unlikely he would achieve much distinction in the field.

When Callum was fifteen, and his sister nineteen, she was killed on an expedition outside the wall. Afterward, his parents became more interested in the safety of their children than whatever prestie they might bring to the family. His father outright forbade him to become a ranger. He was angry, but was soon distracted by a keen interest in Old World Technology. He took to it naturally, and at seventeen, he started studying it professionally.

There was four dull years of classes and internships before he finally received field study certification. As soon as he did, however, he was offered the chance to transfer into the Guardians. He did so as soon as possible, much to his father’s discontent.

He served there for a few months before he heard about the expedition. He signed up as soon as he was able and received approval, tagging along as an old world technology researcher, and representing both the Educational and Guardian Divisions.

Other: Though Callum has seen monsters while guarding the wall and on brief patrols, he’s yet to personally engage with one.

Wish: Callum wants to see what’s beyond the walls, and on more than just cursory patrols. He wants to see what’s over the next hill, and the hill after that, and the hill after that...

Trauma: There was something about a funeral when there were no remains to bury that gets everyone teary eyed. He still dreams about his sister’s ‘burial,’ sometimes.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Hider

{Aryll Imaali}

(Art isn’t mine. Definitely not. Many thanks to the artist.)
Race:
Gem
Age:
18
Element(s):
Earth
Height:
5’ 3”

Bio:
Aryll was born in the (CAPTIAL) to a pair of unscrupulous merchants from a long line of even more merchants of questionable business ethics. Though it was often spoken with distaste, anyone who did business near the capital knew the name Imaali. She grew up comfortably, and received the best education that her parent’s money could buy. She became proficient with numbers and coin, and a skillful barterer.

Despite her parent’s best efforts to ensure the contrary, she made friends among the rabble that congregated in market places. She knew the farmers and the fishermen, the smiths and the artisans. Naturally, she grew, and around the time she turned seventeen she’d found a lover in a skinny potter’s apprentice named Sigmund.

For a year, her biggest worries were her father finding out about Sigmund, or the price of fish rising, or an especially taxing history lesson. Though she knew of the reaping, and feared it, she never dreamed it would happen to her. There were thousands of girls in the city, but she was unfortunate enough to catch a reaper’s eye and was immediately grabbed, a last minute addition to the girls taken that year. There was no time to say goodbye, not to her parents, not to any of her friends in the markets, and certainly not to Sigmund.

At the time, it seemed surreal. It couldn’t actually be happening, not to her. As the journey east dragged on, the more real it started to seem. The realer it seemed, the more worked up she got. She was scared, terrified. But mostly angry, pissed. What right did these brutes have to take her from the life she’d been so happy in? None at all, so far as she’s concerned.
Other:
N/A
Adult Content Preference: Willing, but not experienced.

The adult content preference has changed from the last sheet, but I'm going to head back and edit that on Kaivor's sheet, too.

Wrath of Darkness

Cool. I'll get a post up tonight. And Callum into the char tab.

Sorry!

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran I just realized that I totally skipped over the "skills" section. Whoops. Will fix.

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran Forgot to mention you with the character sheet. Whoops.

Wrath of Darkness

Hider

Name: Callum Webley III

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Guardian / Educational Society and Center of Advancement

Skills:

Equipment:
-Auberon Mk. 3 Battle Rifle: Burst-firing battle rifle that excels at medium range. Trades the accuracy of longer-range rifles and the firerate of its medium range cousins for manageable recoil and solid per-shot-stopping-power.
-Archimedes Personal Defense Sidearm: Designed for civilian use inside the walls, the Archimedes is a favorite of scientists in the field due to its mobility and ease-of-use. It can fire both standard pistol rounds, as well as shotgun shells, though its clipsize suffers a bit, only able to fire five rounds before a reload is required.
-Electrician’s Knife: This knife is designed to be able to cut through wires and the such without electrocuting the wielder.

Appearance:

Background: Callum was born in the Civil District and was the third of five children. His father was the Director of Family Affairs, serving directly under the Civil Commander. His mother was a renowned architect and engineer. He was taught, from a young age, about his family’s illustrious history. The first official Civil Commander had been a Webley, and since then, there had never not been a Webley in some high Civil or Military office.

Callum developed a measure of humility rather quickly. He wasn’t as smart as his older brother, or as strong and fast as his older sister. His marks in school were average, as was his physical prowess. Though he expressed interest in becoming an Anselmo Ranger, like his sister, it seemed unlikely he would achieve much distinction in the field.

When Callum was fifteen, and his sister nineteen, she was killed on an expedition outside the wall. Afterward, his parents became more interested in the safety of their children than whatever prestie they might bring to the family. His father outright forbade him to become a ranger. He was angry, but was soon distracted by a keen interest in Old World Technology. He took to it naturally, and at seventeen, he started studying it professionally.

There was four dull years of classes and internships before he finally received field study certification. As soon as he did, however, he was offered the chance to transfer into the Guardians. He did so as soon as possible, much to his father’s discontent.

He served there for a few months before he heard about the expedition. He signed up as soon as he was able and received approval, tagging along as an old world technology researcher, and representing both the Educational and Guardian Divisions.

Other: Though Callum has seen monsters while guarding the wall and on brief patrols, he’s yet to personally engage with one.

Wish: Callum wants to see what’s beyond the walls, and on more than just cursory patrols. He wants to see what’s over the next hill, and the hill after that, and the hill after that...

Trauma: There was something about a funeral when there were no remains to bury that gets everyone teary eyed. He still dreams about his sister’s ‘burial,’ sometimes.

Sorry it's a bit messy. I just wanted to pump this out with the quickness.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Oops. I meant to declare that I wanted to play one of each role, but it looks like I was too late. I was finishing up this sheet as I was reading the whole "restricting Drakken applications" announcement.

It's my own damn fault for not really, properly, saying anything before I started the sheet. I totally get it. If there's too many drakken, there's too many drakken, and I don't need to run one. I just had the sheet done and figure it was worth a shot.

Kaivor

{Kaivor Igvrius}

(props to the OG artist, for this. Also, ignore that tail)

Race:
Drakkan
Age:
203
Element(s):
Water and Earth
Height:
6’ 11”

Bio:
The Igvrius family is an old one, but the name had no real weight until Kaivor’s father and grandfather performed outstandingly well in the war with the Anathos. His grandfather didn’t live to see the end of the war, but his father was still young-ish and was able to reap the benefits of their service. Wealth, and power, but certainly not health. Kaivor’s father suffered from a persistent respiratory issue all his life, as well as issues with fertility. He had several Gemmenite wives, and he only managed to produce three children near the end of his life. The eldest of these was Kaivor.

As he grew up, his dying father spoke to him about the Drakka of his childhood, when there’d been no king. He was trained from an early age in the ways of combat, but has seen little in the way of actual fighting. He started to take after his father’s ideals, that Drakkan should never be a unified land, and that the only worthwhile opponents left were other Drakken.

His father died when Kaivor was fifty. The Drakkan was sickly, and old, but he stumbled outside and forced one of his servants to duel him. The servant was untrained, but he still easily bested and killed the dying Igvrius. Kaivor made sure news got around that his father wasn’t, in fact, ill or frail, but that he died in a fair duel.

As Kaivor grew, so too did his beliefs. He decided that the concept of a king was inherently un-Drakken. Drakken were meant to fight, and the Gemmenites were far from worthy opponents. Until a real foe came about, a foe like the Anathos, Drakken were meant to fight amongst each other. He disliked the idea of the Gemmenite bride offerings, simply because it was orchestrated by the forces that united Drakka. Granted, it wasn’t as though he could come up with a better solution, much as he’s tried. He finds the idea of a new, Gemmenite, slave race to be more palatable than the current arrangement, but would never openly support an idea put forth by a prince.

Now, he’s ready to take a wife and has been offered the chance to do so. He was against the idea, at first, but it was his brothers who convinced him that an Igvrius heir was necessary.

Other:
-Kaivor fights with a pair of handaxes.
-Kaivor’s brothers are twenty-four and nineteen years younger than him, respectively.

Adult Content Preference: I am capable of writing this shit out, but I'm a little more familiar with fading to black.

Available or not, I'll have a Gem up tonight or tomorrow, for sure. Again, sorry!

(Bio is a little rougher than I liked. May have rushed hardcore to get this out before there were even more Drakken. I'll sand and polish this.)