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|† Nasargiel Icariat †|






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| Nicknames |
The Lion
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Alias |
Monty
| Age |
95
| Apparent Age |
19
| Race |
Prae


Esrevinu















Table of Contents:

  • Esrevinu - Shaman/Spiritualist
  • Nasargiel - Prae
  • Sylvaega or SYN - Caal


Other:

Can I take Lexicon's spot, and post a character sheet for review?
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Nasargiel stood as he was commanded by his excellence, before she turned her back towards him and gazed out of the window from her office. The city and this world were new to Nasargiel, from aesthetics to stench, it certainly reminded him that it was not his home world. His majesty after staring out into the distance of what she called “a human city”, spoke up to inform Nasargiel that this city and world would one day be theirs to call home.

Ais gently turned her head just enough for Nasargiel to catch glimpse of her next wishes, which she had followed up with in a gesture to let Nasargiel know it was time for him to join her side. His feet lifted from position and with a strong gait, his steps spoke with confidence. Whatever the bidding of his Exeo, he would answer it.

Following his approach, Ais informed him of her expectations, it was clear to him what his role in her plan was. Nasargiel, if proven, will be the instrument she wields her power from directly. A voice, a body, eyes, and ears, she can trust…if proven.

Nasargiel caught his majesty’s glance once more as her face slipped into a more serious expression than what she had been showing before. A face that immediately signaled to Nasargiel that even though she saw potential in him…he was still expendable if he did not perform. Ais then turned her sights back onto the city through her looking glass from hundreds of feet above the city floor. Nasargiel also turned his focus toward the looking glass and his focus out into the city streets where people had been running, and driving around.

Ais began to finally brief Nasargiel on what she would like from him, a moment that he honestly had been anticipating anxiously for quite some time since he was assigned to her. It was finally the moment where Nasargiel might find himself in a position to test the abilities he has trained on for so many years. Ais turned toward him, looking at him in the eye and reassuring him that the order he had received was for the greater good of Prae and their vision of what Medius should be.

Nasargiel did not flinch nor hesitate as her demeanor became more stern and deliberate with every word of his excellence holding some tone of assertiveness. He only transferred his body so that he may face his majesty and stare her in the eyes,
“My Exeo, I do not question your vision of our future, nor do I contemplate the morality of our decisions. I believe that we have Prae’s best interest in mind, and tough choices will need to be made in order for us to achieve progress. I understand and understood before accepting this position alongside you that there would be such choices for us to make. It is why not all of us are in your position, but know that I support you, your position, and your vision.”

Nasargiel paused to let his Exeo process what he was saying before adding on, “I am however unfamiliar with current events in this world, and have a few questions to ask if I may be so bold.” His eyes remained trained on his Exeo’s eyes as her eyes remained on him, his gaze would not be defined as disrespectful, but it was one of genuine feeling, behind them showed Nasargiel’s passion, truthfulness, and loyalty. It was his way of communicating to her that he took this very seriously and intended to not disappoint.

“Now as of these protests and what could potentially manifest into riots, do we know the reasoning behind their protests, and are local OCPD authorities willing to support our intervention if one is necessary? Also is there information on who is organizing this rally, or how many humans would be in attendance?”
-=Faction Name=-
Sanctum of the Ninth Circle

-=Alias=-
Nether Realm

-=Government Type=-
Monarchy

-=Faction Specie(s)=-
Demon, Drow, Human

-=Territory Details=-
Mountains and land located within the East Peninsula.

-=Faction Religion/Ideology=-
The Four Powers

-=Faction Description=-
Netherworld Hierarchy according to Nebiros

Emperor/Throned One - Included in the Four Powers.
Four Powers - Each Commands Nine Lords.
Lord of a Power - Commands one of the Nine Circles; considered a Greater King/Queen to the Circle.
Greater King/Queen - Commands the King and Queen of each Circle.





King of a Circle - Commands their assigned Legion.



Queen of a Circle - Commands their assigned Legion.



Legions - The troops of their respective King & Queen, managers of the Acolytes.





Acolytes - Volunteer servants/worshipers of the Greater King.



Forsaken - Slaves of the Legions.

Faction History:



Important Characters:

Nebiros - Greater King of the Ninth Circle
Faerona - Queen of the Sanguine Dynasty
Vaieres - King of the Shrouded Ones

Relations to other Factions: [include any off-map NPC nations that are relevant to your factions history]
Zero really appreciate you taking the time to do that. I would like to claim the Eastern Mountain Penninsula. I'll draw boundaries when I am at my computer. Currently on the phone, already have an idea to build with.
Hey everyone,

Been following this for a bit and see the interest is here along with commitment to building nation sheets. I would like to join the fun, is there a map of all the claimed territory thus far? I have gone back a few times through the pages to locate all the claims, but some claims overlap others and I am sure nothing is set until approved, just curious as to what is free so I can look, claim, and build my sheet around it.

Thanks and looking forward to watching this develop.
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Ominar - The Spire: Office of Ais

Nasargiel entered the office of Aismael Vea-Vartari, it was an office that did not ooze the feeling of cozy, it more or less appeared to be a place of purpose rather than luxury. A room that every bit of its design was for functionality versus aesthetics, a trait that Aismael Vea-Vartari didn't quite follow, she had beauty, purpose, and functionality. Traits that earned her respect in all corners of both realms that the Prae ruled over. Upon placing his feet into the room of his Exeo, he slowed his breathing and lightened his step. These were his attempts to keep the peace of the room intact, his movement wasn't strong, but graceful, a tone Nasargiel needed to set when approaching his Exeo, showing her submissiveness in this particular situation. A loyal dog, servant, soldier, it was Nasargiel's role to understand and appreciate, a key piece he had hoped, in her endeavors to continue a strong reign. Reaching what Nasargiel considered a respectable distance, his feet lightly planted themselves to the pristine kept floor. His chin was up, chest big, and hands to his side, bowing before his Exeo with bent hips forward, with his coat draping down his back and sides. A respectful gesture that had been embedded in him for years by his parents.

Priscus - Vale: Before Present Day

"1! 2! 3!, AGAIN!, 1! 2! 3!, AGAIN!" Nasargiel's father continued to strike as he parried, blocked, moved, and rolled in and out of position. Nasargiel's hands gripped tight to his training sword, another swing coming at his cheek from his left, ducking instinctively and cutting up with his own weapon to his father's chin. Before his weapon could meet his father's face, his father continued the momentum of his swing from right to left and allowed the weight of his swing and sword to carry him in a circular path. His right foot would slide with his body and step a few hairs back which would have Nasargiel's weapon's tip just miss the hairs on the back of his father's head. His father would make a complete 360 degree turn, transfer his double handed swing into a one handed allowing his left hand to finish the turn and smack Nasargiel in the side of the ankle, sweeping both legs with the training sword, Nasargiel would fall to his side and his father grabbed the sword with both hands now to his left side, raise it, and drop it just inches from Nasargiel's neck.

"Once again, you must think 3 steps ahead...or your opponent will always be 2 ahead of you." His father's tone did not portray a disappointed man, but one that was a little upset at the outcome. Nasargiel looked at his father, raised his eye brow, and then looked at his father's foot. His father looked down and felt a tight grip around his ankle. His father looked at Nasargiel once more and smiled, Nasargiel applied his telekenesis which sent his father backward, losing his training sword in the process. Nasargiel quickly recovering, reached his feet and held tight to his training weapon.

"Boys!" A familiar voice snapped in both Nasargiel's and his father's head. The two "boys" looked at each other and laughed for a second acknowledging that it was the queen bee of their trio. Nasargiel's mother, and she was ready for the two to come home. When they arrived home, Nasargiel walked in and passed over to the food that had been sitting on the table, of course it was very quickly reminded to him by his father of how rude he just acted, "Is that how you would act toward others? Your mother spent all day preparing and you walk by her without any acknowledgement...disrespect is what you are employing?"

Nasargiel was quick to try and fix what disrespect he had caused, "I am sorry, I just saw the food and..." No excuses, no second changes, that was how his father saw it, and he saw no use but to rectify and face consequences. Nasargiel walked in front of his mother, stood tall, chest out, chin up, and hands by his side. He bowed to her as he would his Exeo when he grew older.

"May you find my actions as mistake and not direct, my apologies, mother." Still holding his head high while his hips bent forward, it was not shameful to accept your actions as mistake and he knew if he put his head down, it would be as if he was embarrassed by his actions versus understanding them.

"Sit my child, eat, but remember that respect, loyalty, and understanding, this is what will keep you distant from those who succeed and those who fail." His mother said gently as her palm rested on Nasargiel's head.

Ominar - The Spire: Aismael's Office

Nasargiel raised his body upward, he was before the Exeo, attentive, ready, and addressed his Exeo as best as he knew how, “My grace, Exeo Aismael Vea-vartari, bid your will, so that I may grant it so."
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