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@Buddha

See, I was thinking this.

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@Harley Q @MrMonsoon @Buddha

Now now children, let's just remember the time Papa Gully killed so many men at once he turned a natural monument from white to red. ;)

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Jeremy Bennet

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Location: Noelle Morgan's Home

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Moving into the house as he was invited inside, Jeremy glanced around. It'd been a while since he'd been there, and it certainly looked different on the inside. He figured that was mostly due to the fact that quite a bit was still scattered about. It didn't look like much if any cleaning had actually taken place, it was still all a shambles, papers, furnishings and odds and sods all over the place, no wonder she couldn't find what had been stolen. The fact that it wasn't noticeable what had been stolen is what got Jeremy, there was no way then in his mind that it was a normal criminal. Chances were it was their friends who'd been murdering people at Boston Heights, so he suspected, anyway.

Gazing back over to her as she explained her lack of sleep, Jeremy gave Noelle an apologetic smile. "I'll try not to be too much of a bother then, I just wanted to ask you a few things." He glanced about, heading into the living room with her. It was also a mess, but the couch was clear enough for the two of them to take a seat, at the very least he figured he'd make sure she was comfortable. "Robert told me he was going to come see you when I went over to Mexico, I hope you two patched things up." He smiled, he hated doing this, the woman was obviously vulnerable but if she'd been robbed by the people he thought, he needed to get back on their trail, and quickly.

"Did he... Happen to leave anything for you? Tell you where he was going?" He figured it best to get right to the point, he hadn't known Noelle especially closely, but he figured she wouldn't appreciate him beating around the bush to his visit. He wanted to help her, find out who had stolen from her and try and make sure she was safe, but even more-so he wanted to find Gerard, he owed it to the old bastard. He figured he may have already known the answer to the first part of his question, and he figured if Gerard had given him something, it wasn't going to be there any more. The bastards were ahead of him, god he hated it.

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Lucas Walsh

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Location: Apartment 1B

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"My back-up's in Manchester, i'm stuck with you so stop being dead." He replied, partly muffled into his pillow as he lay there. He tried to get up again, and managed to move a few inches upward before ending up on his back again. It wasn't long before sleep gripped him again, his head tilted back and mouth open as he snored lightly, only to be awoken suddenly at the bedroom door opening. "I'm up." He uttered quickly and quietly, as if he'd been in trouble for sleeping past his alarm.

He set his eyes on the coffee and the plate, immediately shifting closer to the night stand with a smile. "God you're perfect." He said quietly, it was hard to tell if he was talking to Risa or the coffee as he took the cup, warming his hands on it as he took a long sip, not caring for the heat of the liquid as he let it run down his throat, letting out a satisfied sigh as he did so. Turning his gaze back up to her, he already felt better able to function as he listened to her words, raising an eyebrow.

"Is the rent really that bad?" He asked, trying to make a grim situation slightly less-so, unintentionally in the same manner the hack on the news had, then again - his joke was intentionally bad. Sipping his coffee again, he set it down on the bedside table and took hold of the plate, beginning to eat as he looked back up at her. "Maybe you should avoid watching the morning news, seems like depressing is the flavour of the month." He smiled toward her, they'd both moved to Justice for her work, and he didn't want her feeling responsible for bringing them to some horrible place. He doubted she would feel that way, but he wanted to make sure.

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Lucan Gully

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Location:His Room -> Outside the Princess' Room

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Lucan had grown used to life in the capital, and more or less to the company of the Ainsworth family. He spent so much time among them that it would have been impossible for him not to. Fitted into his armour properly, he took a moment to look over it. For the most part it was as traditional as any other member of the kingsguard's, golden plate with scale mail, the royal crest on the pauldrons and a golden cloak over the back. The only particular difference was the crown engraved into Lucan's chestplate, the only mark identifying him as the lord-commander. Stepping toward the desk in his room, he picked up the small shark pin, the sigil of the Gully family.

He did not often demonstrate his allegiance to his house, kingsguard were not supposed to. Though he still believed himself as much a member of the family as any of his siblings, he was in the kingsguard to represent them, and partly to avoid a few of his more regal responsibilities. Reaching up to his neck, he carefully pinned the sigil on his red collar, the golden sigil had been a gift from his father, a parting one when Lucan first left for the kingsguard. It had been supposed to remind him who he was, so that he would never forget his true family. With his father, he figured that'd never be possible.

Ensuring the sigil sat neatly on his collar, he reached down again to pick up his sword. Carefully ensuring the sheathe was harnessed to his belt, he look over his sword briefly. It was clean as it'd ever been, sharp as well. The blade itself had been another gift, from the Ainsworth's themselves when he had been appointed as lord-commander. He cherished the blade, although he'd yet to give it a name. Sighing, he slid the blade into his sheathe, moving to the door and heading out. He'd been appointed to serve as the Princess' guard that day, it wasn't uncommon, King Samson liked to ensure that his daughter had the best protection available, and on this day, protection was paramount.

Lucan had grown to have a love-hate relationship with days like this. On one hand, they were dangerous. Feasts required a great deal of security, and the fact that so many people were allowed into the castle so casually meant it was easy for an assassin to slip in unnoticed, all it took was a drop of poison or a quick blade, and that was the end of the royals. On the other hand, he loved the feasts themselves, the feel of the festivities, and particularly the tournament. It disappointed Lucan somewhat that he could not partake, under different circumstances he may have, but this was a special tournament, and the winner would be chosen as the princess' intended. Lucan had forfeited his titles, and his inheritance, he could not represent the house Gully even if he desired to. It was a shame, but Lucan understood his duty.

It was a brief walk through the castle to the Princess' room. He moved to knock, but paused as he heard the handmaiden's speaking on the other side of the door. Lips spreading into an amused smirk as he heard the princess' response, he took a step back from the door and rested his hand idly on the pommel of his blade. He knew better than to interrupt the handmaidens while they dressed the princess, he'd wait patiently until they were done and she was ready to go.

Arthur Gully

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Location: Entering the Castle

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Arthur loathed events such as this. So many took these events as an opportunity to grovel, to suck up to the high-born and the royals in an attempt to get into their good graces. Not Arthur, Arthur was a Gully, no, he was the Lord Gully. His displeasure was evident on his face as it usually was. If one were to ask anyone at court what Arthur Gully was like, they'd probably answer with many words starting with "f" - formidable, forbidding, fearsome, and most importantly - frowning. There were few events that could ever bring a smile to Arthur's face, not his children, not his capture of Serpent's Roost so many years ago, and certainly not the princess' birthday.

Arthur was only there for the purpose of the tournament. he didn't care for the other nobles, hardly even for the Ainsworth's. While many of the other houses conversed with each other as they waited, Arthur did no such thing. He stood, a few paces away from any of his guards as they stood around him, cleared space between himself and them as he kept his hands clasped behind his back. He was dressed in a fine crimson tunic, his golden shark sigil pinned over his heart as he kept his head turned upward, glancing over the other nobility as his children conversed.

He was looking for his son, Ithobal. Arthur had only been graced with two sons. Well, only two he held any remote care for, unfortunately in Arthur's eyes, neither son held anywhere near the amount of care for their family that he himself had. His eldest, Lucan, whom he figured was best fit for the tournament, could not compete due to the fact he'd renounced his claim as heir, and joined the kingsguard. And so, Arthur had to rely on his second son Ithobal, who seemed in Arthur's mind to have far greater an interest in sailing and peddling wares like a common merchant, rather than being the lord he should have been.

He could not see Ithobal, no doubt the boy was late, but he did see Tybalt, his nephew. Out of all the men in his family, Tybalt held perhaps the least contempt from Arthur, if either of his own sons had half the sense of duty that Tybalt did, he'd have secured a thousand-year dynasty by now. "Tybalt." Arthur greeted his nephew plainly as he approached and began to speak. He shook his head to the man's query. "Unfortunately, I am aware that he is my heir, and no, I have not seen him." He shifted his gaze past Tybalt again, drifting his gaze back to the crowd in the vain hope that he would see his boy come up the path.

Nodding his head to Tybalt, he cleared his throat. If worse came to worst, he'd have Tybalt fight, he might not have been his son but he was a Gully, and the name Gully was all that mattered. Arthur turned, and began to move toward the entrance of the castle, that was until he heard the voice of his son behind him. Stopping where he was, he turned to Ithobal, what had been an average frown on his face before had shifted, far more critical and loathsome now. "Ithobal, so good of you to make it." While the words were kind, the tone carried a great deal of weight, and his meaning was clear - you're late.

Shifting his gaze to the other men Ithobal was with, he sized them up. He figured they were members of Ithobal's crew, and he at least appreciated that the boy had not shown up with men looking like cheap sellswords, or worse, pirates. "Your mother and sister were speaking with some of the Moors, last I saw, they will meet us inside." He spoke plainly, turning about once more and moving in through the gate properly, he hoped at the very least that things would go smoothly, and that there would be no more disappointments in the day.

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@Buddha

Not at all, you set me up decently. Also soon, very, very soon.

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I'll be tossing a post together soon, after I toss some breakfast together first. ^^

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

I was going to wait for another post to come in before I got mine in there, wasn't thinking it would take this long :(

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I've got a fever, and the only prescription is plotting against everyone and leading myself to a sudden but inevtiable betrayal!

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@MissCapnCrunch

Here is the completed Lord Gully!

Arthur Gully

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Lord Arthur Gully

_{"Is it more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle, than a dozen at dinner?"}

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◾ Name:

Arthur Samuel Gully
The Golden Shark - A title to reflect Arthur's pride and military capability. Earned after the battle of The Red Rock, where Arthur's leadership allowed the Gully army to repel a considerably stronger force in the name of the crown.

◾ Age:

58

◾ Gender:

Male

◾ Sexuality:

Heterosexual

◾ Origins:

Northpond, the Quell Sea Region

◾ Residence:

Serpent's Roost in the Quell Sea Region

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◾ Hands-on ◾ Spiteful ◾ Devoted ◾ Untrustworthy ◾

◾ Personality:

Arthur has always often preferred to do things himself, and his own way. This is in terms of all things, and particularly his leadership in the field of battle. Arthur will always take the field with his men, never leading from behind if he can avoid it, and he takes personal charge of military forces in campaigns. He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty, and even despite his age often involves himself in the grittier tasks of everyday life.

There is a great deal of contempt and spite which Arthur feels in his everyday life. For his enemies and rivals, and even for his own friends and family. There is a great deal which he dislikes or finds disappointing about his children, and he makes no effort to conceal that fact from them. He will openly ridicule his children if he finds it necessary, and has no issue with speaking harshly to them.

For Arthur, there is nothing more important in life than furthering the position of himself and his family, he would do anything for any member of his family, even those he despises more than others. Should they carry his family name, Arthur will come to their aid if it is needed, no matter what.

Arthur knows what is best for him, and often that comes in trickery, betrayal and outright lies. He is not afraid to go behind people's backs, or choose the less honourable option if it has a better result for him. Generally he is one that someone can find difficult to trust, especially if you are not counted among his allies. Particularly in the field of battle, Arthur's cunning is not to be underestimated.

◾ Role & Career:

Lord of The Quell Sea and House Gully
Commander of the Gully Army and Navy

◾ Hobbies & Interests:

Hunting
Smithing
Fishing
History

◾ Likes & Dislikes:

✔ Leading
✔ His family name
✔ Battle/Warfare
✔ Loyalty
✔ Getting his way

✘ Being undermined
✘ Religion
✘ Being disrespected
✘ Other houses
✘ Poetry/Songs

◾ Other:

Arthur is renowned for his military career, there are even songs about his greatest exploit - the Battle of Red Rock.

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◾ Family Members:

Lady Amara Gully - Wife
Ser Lucan Gully - Eldest Son
Lord Ithobal Gully - Second Son
Lady Amelia Gully - Daughter
Lord Tybalt Gully - Nephew
Brandt Trout - Bastard Son

◾ Biography:

Becoming the Lord

When Arthur was born, the Gully's were not the major house in the region of the Quell Sea, and were in fact a house in decline living in the meagre holding of Northpond. The only son to his fat, lazy father Meryn Gully, Arthur's mother died during his birth. Early in his days Arthur became a student of history, both from his father and the many scholars in the Gully court, he learned from an early age that the Gully family had once been a powerful and feared house, but over a period of many years had fallen into decline under lords who took their positions for granted.

This knowledge bred a great contempt in Arthur for his father, and an immense desire to see the Gully family restored to their rightful place as Wardens of the Quell Sea region. At this time, the Gully family had few bannermen, only the Moors were truly loyal to them, while their other bannermen, the Firemasons, had begun to grow discontent under the lazy leadership of Meryn. The Wardens of the region at this point was House Malver. House Malver had grown discontent with only holding control over the Quell Sea, and had been in great tension with House Ainsworth for many years.

Eventually, while Arthur's father was visiting with House Malver, they declared a rebellion against the crown, and demanded Arthur lead all of the Gully forces to Serpent's Roost, so they could join in the rebellion. Refusing to follow such a demand, Lord Carth Malver executed Meryn in the hopes it would bring Arthur to heel. In reality, Meryn's execution had been exactly what Arthur hoped for, and he took over as Lord of House Gully.

The Malver Rebellion

House Gully was weaker than the Malver's in terms of their army, but they had a greater navy, having been the major boat-builders for the Malver's during their time of servitude. Some of their armed forces were emboldened by retainers sent by the crown for their loyalty, but Arthur did not have a force strong enough to beat the Malver's conventionally, and certainly not enough to besiege Serpent's Roost. However, Arthur knew very well that the Malver's were aware of the Gully's weaker forces, and he counted on it.

Beginning a march toward Serpent's Roost, Arthur sent the majority of the Gully navy to distract what ships the Malver's did have in the Quell Sea itself, while a host of ships moved with his marching army along the cliffs, eventually meeting it at the White Rock. White Rock was an area right on the edge of the sea with high, cliffs of white stone and jagged rocks at its bottom. There was only two ways to approach the rock, from an easily defensible plain leading up a steep hill, or a land bridge, hidden by the tall rock itself which gave the area its name.

Arthur knew well about the land bridge, and although he figured the Malver's would use it he made no defences there, setting up all of his trenches and defenses on the plain, perfectly setting the guise of a camp waiting for a main assault. This emboldened Lord Malver, who sent a small force to distract the Gully's on the plain while the majority crossed the land bridge. When they were far enough across, Arthur had the catapults mounted on his ships open fire on the bridge, destroying it with ease and sending the majority of the Malver army falling onto the jagged rocks below. As the songs put it, the blood of the Malver's stained the White Rock red.

Easily wiping out the remainder of the Malver forces, Arthur marched on Serpent's Roost and took it relatively unopposed, putting every single Malver to the sword and wiping out the house entirely. For his service, the crown named house Gully the Wardens of the Quell Sea, rewarded Arthur with Serpent's Roost, and a bride, Lady Amara Moor.

Family

Settling into his life in Serpent's Roost, Arthur grew fond of his wife rather rapidly. He found himself reflected in her own ambition, and even her distaste for the Ainsworths, it reminded him much of his own hatred for the Malver family. The two grew to love each other despite any differences, and began to raise a family together.

Despite difficulties in the form of stillborn children which brought Arthur a great deal of frustration, he was never cruel with his wife, and continued to try for children with her despite an occasional discussion over whether it was worth it. Until this point Arthur had devoted too much of his life to his family name to see it crumble now. This frustration caused him to involve himself with a whore during a visit to the Diovire Desert, an experience he rapidly regretted, and chose to keep secret after returning to the Quell Sea. Eventually, their efforts bore fruit and their eldest son Lucan was brought into the world. A few years later, their second son was born, the pair of boys initially brought Arthur great joy, as he personally helped to educate and train them in the ways of history, war, and nobility.

Some years later, Arthur was confronted by his own bastard, Brandt, when the boy claimed to be his son Arthur was more than aware of its truth, he could see it in the boys eyes, but he refused to accept him. Devoted to his wife and regretting deeply even his involvement with Brandt's mother, he openly renounced any connection to Brandt and sent him away. This encounter awoke a more bitter side to Arthur, a contempt for himself which spilled over to his children. He became more harsh with training and teaching them, as if to wipe away his own stain of infidelity, he sought to further enrich the name of House Gully.

This contempt was only strengthened when his eldest son and heir renounced his titles to join the Kingsguard, it was only at the behest of his wife that he did not disown Lucan entirely, and he conceded later that he still held a great love for Lucan, despite his renouncement. Turning to his second son Ithobal, Arthur sought to mould him into the perfect lord, but it was not easy either. Granting him the gift of the Leviathan in an attempt to endear him to his father's word, Ithobal instead took to the open ocean to begin trading and sailing, an action which only built anger within the Gully Lord.

Out of all his children, only one commanded his respect, though still not his trust, and still with a degree of contempt - his daughter. Arthur has always been aware of his daughter's sly and treacherous nature, partly he believes it to be a result of his own teaching. He respects his daughter's ability to play the game, and as a result has granted her a position as his advisor, though he does not trust her, as he likely should not, and is not against using her for his own gain and efforts, regardless of what her own will may be.

For Arthur there is nothing greater than the family, he cares little for the wants and whims of his children.

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@Buddha

That's part of the reason I picked one that kind of looks nice, lmao, figured it'd be amusing for it to have something of a more appealing factor to it. (Plus it was really hard to find a decent town/keep by the sea)