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The ringing of the midnight bell had signaled the start of a massacre that would forever haunt the Sevaris Royal Family. Within the fraction of a second, the clanking sound of armor filled the usually silent halls of the Royal Palace. Soldiers broke from their positions as they made their ways towards palace's many chambers. Within minutes, the commotion and racket had changed to faint screams and cries barely heard through the palace's thick walls. The high pitched sounds of clashing metals filled the palace as brotherly soldiers turned on one another without warning. Confused with the unfolding discord amongst them, many loyal soldiers unfortunately fell victim to those whom they've deemed as their trusted comrades.

"By orders of his new majesty, no one is to be left alive!" The order had originated from the mouth of a single soldier before it was passed down through echoes before undoubtably falling into the ears of Rolf.

The soldier had spoke the truth. The event that transpired in Rolf's chambers was undeniably being mimicked with all his kin. One by one, armored clad soldiers broke open the chamber doors to those who Rolf deemed as family. Their shouts and cries were silenced by a single swing of those men's swords. They left as fast as they had arrived, leaving behind a chamber of blood as they turned their attentions elsewhere.

Before long, the palace was filled with commotions of conflict as soldiers rushed to their King's defense. However, being aware of the code that the traitors had created, the loyal men of Almeria were unable to distinguish friend from foe. As a result, the "defense" had systematically turned into a grand massacre. Within minutes, the entire palace had fallen into chaos as soldiers loyal or bribed by Lyrren turned on the very king that they swore to protect. The floors and walls were painted red by blood as corpses soon piled on to the ground.

Despite the discord that now filled the royal palace, not a single whisper of what's transpiring had reached beyond its walls. Soldiers manning the palace walls simply closed their eyes to sights of armed soldiers rushing into the palace. They muted their eyes to fights commencing years from them and stood idle as if it was just a normal night of patrol.

All those bearing the Sevarian blood were targeted. The first to die were the king's eldest brother and sister, followed by their two sons and daughter. The next were Rolf's distant family, who had choose the worse of times to visit the capital. Their bloods stained the swords of the dishonored soldiers as they target the chambers of Ariana. To their surprise, they found the princess' bed to be uninhabited. Being informed of the rumors that circulated regarding the less than appropriate relations between the elder prince and princess, the soldiers turned their attention to Rolf's chambers next.

Unfortunately for King Erwin and Queen Claira, lady luck had not graced them with the same fortune. The king and queen awoke to cries of "What are you doing?!" followed by sounds of blades clashing. It ended with silence as the two stared anxiously at the door, unaware of what to expect.

As the wooden chamber door was pushed ajar, the two bodies of the king's guards fell into the room. What they witnessed next had rendered them speechless. There, standing before the entrance, was their youngest son. Clad in iron armor, the prince bore a deviant smirk on his face as he stepped over the stacked bodies before him.

"Lyrren...what in the gods name are you doing?" The king shouted in anger and distraught.

"What I should've done a long time ago, father." The prince replied back as three men entered behind them. They were guards of the palace, well armored, skilled, and capable of besting most men in combat.

"My son, why are you doing this? We're your parents!" The queen exclaimed in disbelief as her eyes begin to water behind her shocked expression.

"Don't blame me, dearest mother. Blame father and his years of favoritism towards Rolf." Lyrren exclaimed back, his hazel orbs directing back at Erwin. "Why, father? Why him? I'm the one with the better qualifications. The nobles support and listen to me. I stabilized our court and went on more diplomatic missions than I could count. All to prove myself to you. So why did you pick that dimwitted sister fucking brute?" Lyrren added, his voice clearly growing in anger and frustration.

"Do I really have to explain it to you, Lyrren? Is what you're doing now not enough support for my decision? You may have the support of the nobles, but you are not like your brother. You do not care for the people because all you desire is the throne and profits. If I give Almeria to you, then it's bound to be doomed."

Lyrren stood as he listened to his father's explanation. His words were lies. Almeria would not be doomed under his rule, it would prosper. Support of the nobles mean everything. The commonfolk exist only to work on farms and die in battle when war comes. Their wellbeing means nothing.

"So you rather hand this kingdom over to Rolf? Under his rule, Almeria will fall within years. I'm the best choice amongst us to." He exclaimed, trying one last time to persuade his father.

"You aren't acting alone are you? Did the nobles encourage you to do this?" Erwin replied, ignoring Lyrren's previous statement.

In response to his father's accusation, the prince simply smirked as he placed his hand on to the hilt of his sword.

"No one encouraged me. I've been wanting to do this for quite a while now. The nobles simply support my endeavor." He paused before continuing.

"I'll give you one last chance, father. Vacate the throne and proclaim me as the true and rightful heir. If you do that, I will allow you and mother to live the rest of your days in the palace."

In response to his son's offer, the king simply stared at Lyrren. Even in the face of death, Erwin still demonstrated the calmness and powerful presence of a king. With an unbroken gaze, he finally responded.

"You are no son of my..."

Lyrren's lips fell to a frown upon his father's response. That was for only a second as the young prince quickly restored his prideful facade with a returning grin.

"A truly honorable king you are, father. It's a shame that you were killed in an attempted usurpation by Rolf. But I promise you that I'll avenge you and mother's death." With that, Lyrren turned around as he made his way to the door.

"Make it quick." He said silently to one of the soldiers before departing.

Even down in the hall, he could still hear his mother crying out his name. The cries lasted for several more seconds before all fell quiet again. Despite having just ordered for the execution of his parents, the prince's spirit was unwavering as his steps remained steady and confident. There was no sense of guilt nor sympathy for all those who died or will die tonight. All losses are necessary if it means that he will obtain what he seeks.

With the murder of his whole money (or so he thought), Lyrren triumphantly made his way to the Throne Room. He was accompanied by legions of his men consisting of both those who swore their allegiances out of loyalty or gold. On the way, he passed by areas that had visibly been cleansed of any resistance. Crimson puddles and rivers carpeted the ground as corpses of the dead were laid to the side.

As he arrived before the Throne Room, his men opened the doors as Lyrren entered. With carefully and emotionally paced steps, Lyrren made his way on to the throne that his father had occupied for nearly three decades. The very throne that Lyrren had worked his entire life and now, through iron and blood, he now sat upon it.

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"It's the prince! He's alive!" One voice could be heard yelling at followed by another. "Kill him!"

Rolf had been discovered by three soldiers nearly identical to those who had just assaulted them. Their swords were already drawn and fresh blood could still be seen dripping off the edges.

They eyed the elder prince intensely, their gazes filled with malice and murderous intent.

"Inform the his highness that his brother is still alive" One of the soldiers could be heard saying to another. With a nod, one of the men departed to carry out what he was told.

The remaining two, with their blades held firm, proceeded to charge against Rolf. The one to the right went for a direct frontal assault. He lifted up his sword as he went for a diagonal slash on to the side of the shoulder where Rolf was holding his blade with. The second would hope to use the diversion to flank around Rolf as he attempted a strike against Rolf's right calf muscle.
The vibrations resulting from the collapse of Outpost 26 was something felt by nearly all of western and central Europe. From the ashes of several crumbled mountains, rose a terrifying and horrendous abomination. The escape of the being known as the Grand King had sent the European governments into a frenzy. Their fears were only augmented further upon hearing that the outpost's failure wasn't an isolated incident. Nearly all the outposts throughout the world had been breached and destroyed simultaneously. Creatures of all shapes and sizes now roamed the Earth, their release heralding a new and dark age of human civilization.

Less than a day upon the release of the Grand King, the French government had received news that the beast was heading west directly for the French city of Nice. With a population of nearly 350,000, the government could not afford for the creature to get close to the settlement. Dozens of fighters and bombers along with ground personnels were scrambled in an attempt to stop the creature or at least redirect its movements away from the city. However, the military soon found that none of their weapons had any effect on the creature. Bullets and explosives were futile against the thick armor like skin of the creature. Casualties soon skyrocketed as the French failed in even delaying the beast's advance.

Becoming aware of the creature's impending arrival, orders were issued to Nice's residents to immediately evacuate. However, due to the stubbornness of some as well as the little amount of time given to prepare, many of the citizen's fates were sealed. Within less than a day, the double horned skull of the creature was spotted in the city's arrival. Several smaller towns and cities had already been destroyed due to the monster's advances but Nice was to be the biggest yet. The city and its people immediately fell into absolute discord and anarchy as people tried desperately to escape. The roads were jammed in minutes, forcing many to abandon their vehicles and escape on foot.

A last ditch military effort was launched to save Nice's citizens. And just like the first, it proved futile as the creature seemed untouched with whatever they threw at it. The King's arrival was herald by a collision of its body against a tall building. The creature's weight and size easily decimated the structure as pieces and debris fell on to the bystanders below. With a loud menacing roar, the creature charged with its horns into a nearby building, causing it to nearly break in half.

Its powerful tail swung through buildings one by one before all that laid before it was rubble. With its sights set on the horizon, the creature opened its mouth as a series of glowing plasma like beat was released into the buildings before him. The atomic blast triggered a series of chain explosions as all structures that stood before it crumbled within seconds.

Reports indicated that the creature had also delved into a feeding frenzy, grabbing people off the ground with its hands and tails as they were all devoured alive. Tank divisions were deployed to stall the creature long enough for all to evacuate but it took but one blast from its mouth to eliminate the threat. The vehicles and iron and steel melted within seconds like butter on a hot pan.

With the military unable to do anything, the King simply continued on with its rampage. By nightfall, the once populated city of Nice had been transformed into ruins. Nearly 75% of the city had been transformed into rubble with 80% of it being aflame. Among the hundreds of thousands of people who had resided in the once bustling urban giant, nearly 35% of them had been killed in the creature's attacks with another 25% being injured or in critical condition. Military casualties had been classified but media estimates them to be anywhere from three hundred to five hundred deaths.

The French government was only able to dispatch aid upon news that the creature had departed the city. However, their relief was subsided when they received news that the beast was making its way towards Antibes and Cannes. Both cities had a population of nearly 150,000 combined and still, the military could do nothing. Within just several short days, both cities had fell to the same fate as Nice, with over 2/3 of infrastructure in both being completely annihilated. Total civilian casualties were now innumerable, marking the most devastating destruction France has ever had since WWII.

Despite the government's assurance that everything will soon be under control, the French people have already lost trust in their leaders. Many began to evacuate eastern France for its western parts while some had simply left the country for its neighbors. The French would only catch relief upon receiving news that the beast had entered into the sea upon finishing its destruction of Cannes. Within a week since its release, the monstrosity had managed to leave behind a trail of destruction that would forever be ingrained in the minds of the French.

While they aren't sure as to where the creature is headed to now, warnings have been sent to all countries surrounding the Mediterranean to make preparations for the worse.
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I appreciate the efforts you've taken so far.

The weakness you list is one that regards his house and situtation. While I believe it is a correct assessment regarding the times, it does not relate to him as a character. Where are the flaws in his personality? Right now he's a Gary Stu.

Were you planning on adding more House members?


A weakness doesn’t always have to do with one’s personality. The things I’ve listed could bring the character down just as well. However, if you’re adamant on one regarding personality, you can say he’s overly ambitious which I do believe I’ve mentioned but just not in the “Weaknesses” field.

And perhaps in the future
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Who is Lucien?


Ok there we go. It should all be the right name now
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Who is Lucien?


Forgot to change the name. He’s my past OC Tyrell
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Not exactly.

This is a Great House. Even though they're new to that scene, the Tyrells need more fleshing out than a single (contradictive) character with a biography spanning just two paragraphs. As I've said previously: I'd like to see more on his weaknesses, as well as some effort to even out his personality. As it stands, Matthos looks more like a secondary character than a main one.

I refer to my earlier remarks. Not that I want to brag, but I advise you to take a look at my own WIP House Sheet. This should give you an idea of the nature of the sheet we are looking for. Another point to elaborate on would be the Tyrell relationship with their bannermen. They're a young House, with a questionable claim to overlordship of the Reach. There are other, older families with a better (blood) claim to Highgarden and the Lord Paramount title.


Is it better now?
I assume everything is fine with my profile? I would also like to recite my request to be on the Small Council. Either as Hand or Master of Ships if possible
I am a fairly descriptive writer, often preferring advanced over casual. It has been a while since I have also written though I am willing to partake if the plot is interesting enough. Not much of a romance writer but science-fiction/fantasy, alternate history, drama, or other genres of fiction are something I could take considerable interest in.


Hm. Interesting. Would you like to discuss something in PMs if that’s the case?
I rather like the idea of brother against brother in a royal feud, and prefer the older brother so it works perfectly.


Weird. I never got the notification for this post. Let’s discuss this in PM
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I usually put them in the character description. I'm not a huge fan of listing them explicitely.


I prefer to do that. Since I know that people don’t always look at the profiles of people they rp with.
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