Posts by Ivan Dark

Name; Lucius Gaelmund

-Nicknames; The Blue-eyed Beast

Gender; Male

Rank; Retainer to Skiadra

Age; 23

Sexuality; Heterosexual

Race; Wolfskin

Class; Swordmaster

Movement Type; Infantry

-Promotes; N/a

Weapon; Swords

Family; N/a

Crush; Will Develop

Significant Other; N/a

Other Significant Relationships; N/a

-History; A swaddled baby born from a remote village, Lucius's memories only go back to the day he was picked up off the streets by Xoniel watchmen. Raised at an orphanage, he exhibited strange behavior that other children would describe as "animalistic". His footsteps were poised and unusual, his nose picked up scents that were several yards away, and his hair stood on end during the night as the nursery maid made her rounds. Regardless, when he came of age he was forced into the Xoniel military and trained as a recruit in all manner of weapons. His performance was, in short, underwhelming. Lances were dead twigs in his hands, arrows never flew from the bow, and axes were lifted and dropped with a clumsiness unlike anything the officials had ever seen. However, when it came time to put a sword in Lucius's hands, something seemed to click. Suddenly, the staggering and clumsy boy became the most fluid body of water to grace the training camp. It was only after several more years of training that Lucius was freed from his obligation to the Xoniel military at the age of 18. During his five years of isolation, a time which he remarks were the most insightful years of his life, Lucius was able to make every single sword in his hands feel as much a part of his very being as every heartbeat that marched the blood through his body. Though he kept his strange gait, it only served to refine a style carved from years of formal, yet raw Xoniel instruction. From the age of 21 onward, Lucius served as a sellsword, traveling only to hunt those put on bounty to fill his pockets. However, that all changed the particular day he was given the task of assassinating the Xoniel Princess Skadria. Though initially he felt he would have no problems with such an assignment, his confidence quickly waned, especially as he met the princess face to face. It was during a simple conversation, over a cup of tea mind you, that Lucius made up his mind. This was when his valor showed itself. Arriving to kill the princess and secure the bounty for themselves, Lucius's original employers came, swords raised. The battle was over before they even swung their weapons. Each dispatched in the swiftest and cleanest slice possible, Lucius tasked himself with the absolute protection of the Princess Skiadra, even after Xoniel guardsmen arrived to retrieve her. Though as obsessive as his resolve had seemed at the time, with his previous experience in the Xoniel military, the king was given a perfect excuse to appoint Lucius as Skiadra's retainer. Even though their time together since has been a brief three years, Lucius never lost his protective resolve over Skiadra. But, in addition, he began to appreciate and learn more about who she was as a person, as well as the reason why he had spared her all those years ago.

Personality; Lucius was born from a lineage of great swordmasters, though he himself has yet to discover this. From his training, he has learned to weigh situations carefully and think practically. He has learned to be a gentleman, though this trait needed no nourishment. He'd always been hardworking, while finding time to share small kindnesses with others, especially after becoming Skiadra's retainer. However, with this down-to-earth nature comes key chinks in an otherwise gentle young man. He can be quite stubborn when it comes to imagination, being one to be skeptical of concepts and ideas that deviate from the norm that would otherwise be safe. He is actually quite in touch with his more feminine side, ensuring that he is well groomed and eats healthy. But, like most men, his stubbornness once again shows when he denies help from others and prefers to do things himself. Such acts hurt his pride as a man, but if he must he will do so humbly. He hates arrogance and remains modest himself, though he may have been praised all his life. Having no previous prospects of love, he is inexperienced in the ways of wooing, knowing not of experiences with other young ladies, though he has been a prize for many himself. All in all, he is a very earthly and wholesome young man. Though kindness comes easy, romanticism is a skill he has yet to master.

Strengths; With the exception of Katrina's pure lethal skill, Lucius's sword knows no equal in Xoniel. Unlike a dancer's attacks, though similar, his strange stance and movements seem off-kilter, and confuse even the most disciplined of opponents. His attacks, though slightly delayed in tempo, do not lack in the force behind them. While his footwork slithers him around his opponents, Lucuis's blade springs to life as it dances about armored plates. Even without wielding an Armorslayer, the swordmaster is able to easily find the weakest points in even the most resilient general's armor. However, with this keen observation and swordsman's expertise, he remains frugal. Using his speed to his advantage, he darts about only to find true openings in his foe's position, only to bring an flurry of extreme aggression upon them. In this way, Lucius is a very reactionary fighter, as he feeds off of the enemies' wasted actions, his lupine senses able to perceive even the slightest touch on the ground.

Weaknesses; Though nearly indomitable one on one, Lucius's difficulty comes with foes that attack from a range. Though he can quickly close the distance, numbers also pose a threat. Even generals, though they give him little trouble alone, complicate matters once they have established a defensive formation. These tactics force Lucius into the defensive, which denies him his aggression.

Likes; Tea, Reading, Fishing, Skipping Rocks, Animals, Sparring, Swordplay, Drawing, Holidays

Dislikes; Foul smells, Uncleanliness, Trash, Poor Hygiene, Terrible Cooking

Appearance; Lucius has a fairly tall, lean, yet muscular build, though most of his underlying muscle is hidden beneath his scarf and cloak. Underneath these, Lucius wears a thicker, yet equally as light vest over an undershirt to ensure better protection without sacrificing mobility. Two scabbards rest at his sides, each concealing two unique swords at any given time. As far as looks are concerned, Lucius has grown into quite a handsome youth. With a fairly strong chin and clean-cut jaw, his mysterious, dark-blue eyes are something to marvel at with a thrill of apprehension.

Hair Color; Dark Teal

Eye Color; Navy Blue

Height; 6' 0"

Other Features; Scar over his right eye

Plotting Ideas; Original Kingdom vs. Xoniel

Muse Level; (8/10)

Other; N/a

Name; Derek

-Nicknames; N/a

Gender; Male

Rank; Crown Prince of Arlganth

Age; 25

Sexuality; Bisexual

Race; Wolfskin

Class; Sage

Movement Type; Infantry

-Promotes; N/a

Weapon; Tomes, Staffs

Family; Dusk (Younger Brother)

Crush; Will Develop

Significant Other; N/a

Other Significant Relationships; Daisuke (Younger Brother)

-History; Born in the care of Arlganth royalty, Derek never seemed to notice the difference in power between him and his father's subjects. Despite this negligence, Derek cared little for titles and royal accolades. He, rather, was more oriented on self improvement. Calling it an obsession, his parents insisted he take a more docile approach to life, alike his younger brother Dusk. But he refused. He had been independent from the start, as all he ever seemed to do was push his parent's coddling arms away in favor of more productive means of development. Though they couldn't be prouder once Derek was entitled Crown Prince, his parents still worried for his own happiness. With such a driven resolve, they could see little in the ways of future heirs with his iron-fisted ruling. Years have passed since then, Derek's parents long passed, Dusk left Arlganth in search of his own interests, and Derek was left as sole ruler of Arlganth. Though the people of Arlganth praised him as a just ruler, it was now his own life Derek's subjects were worried about.

Personality; Upon first impression, most would tuck tail or keep quiet around Derek. His seemingly aloof nature and cold, distant gaze only implies a sense of arrogance and egoism. However, Derek could not be farther from this assumption. Derek is often seen as grumpy and angry(both traits of which aren't helped by his wolfskin blood and violent/aggressive tendencies), but it is only because he holds himself highly responsible his kingdom and carries with him a large amount of guilt as a result of his parents' deaths and his brother's disappearance. Despite that, he still feels a sense of pride in being his father and mother's son, commenting often about his lineage with great fervor. Although he is, yes, a bit coarse when it comes to delicate situations, and his language is direct and without its romantics, anyone who is an ally in his eyes is well protected, even at the highest of costs if necessary.

Strengths; It might be strange to see a Sage on the front lines, but it is even more baffling to see that this Sage is the scion of his kingdom. But Derek is no weakling; he was built for war. As strategic as a Grandmaster, as quick-thinking as a Master Ninja, as skillful as a Swordmaster, and as deadly as a Sniper, Prince Derek's lupine blood surges through his veins, granting him amazing feats of strength and speed unseen in mortals. His very lineage augments his already intimidating presence, one which even the most reckless of warriors before it are wary. From atop the highest peaks, however, is where this Sage prince shines, for no tome in Xoniel compares to that of Bolting. A powerful, long-ranged magic weapon common amongst Arlganth's Mages, the tome is only rivaled by Prince Derek's own personal tome: Rimehowl. While Bolting strikes as lightning from above, Rimehowl calls upon the frigid winds of the North, able to freeze foes solid and shatter those that have succumbed to its numbing might. Foes should always respect Rimehowl's far reach, lest they too be consumed by the blizzard it unleashes.

Weaknesses; Though his bloodline grants Derek great abilities, it is also his bane. Many beast-slaying weapons glow bright in his presence, calling for his blood to be stained upon them. And although Derek possesses a great ability to scatter even the most reinforced of military units with Rimehowl's power, speed is the key to overwhelming him. Though he himself is quick on his feet, any evasive adversary has the highest chances of survival in his presence, as heavily-armored foes wilt before him. An experienced tactical Sage, the key to defeating Prince Derek is pure patience and unrelenting attention to detail.

Likes; Fire, The Moon, Roasted Meat, Good Cooking, Hotsprings, Meditation, Massages(secretly), Being Right, His people, contests/competitions

Dislikes; Arrogance, chatterboxes, revealing secrets, liars, meek people, losing, not getting what he wants, outsiders, tricks/pranks, expressing emotions, cooperating with others, compromise

Appearance; Prince Derek's physique is what you would certainly expect of a Crown Royal. If he had chosen to wield a melee weapon, his strength would have been vastly different. However, even without such weapons, Derek has a very well-toned musculature, but hardly bulky. Regardless, his cloak and garments fit snugly, implying not a single ounce of strength in his frame is neglected. Standing a solid 6' 0" he is taller than most, but nowhere over the top in terms of height. Worn medium length, black hair sits atop his head, augmenting piercing green eyes that change color as tomes' magics surge through him.

Hair Color; Charcoal

Eye Color; Peridot

Height; 6' 0"

Other Features; Signs of growing stubble around his jawline. His fingertips are armed with claws and his jaw is accentuated with lupine fangs. A soft, black, white-tipped tail hides beneath his cloak.

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Plotting Ideas; N/a

Muse Level; (8/10)

Other; N/a