Holy Blood

[Gafe]

A long time ago there was a continent. It bustled with activity throughout its whole expanse of the land. Change was a guiding force present within every age, within every hour, be it politic, economic or social. Peace, as prosperity, wasn’t always there, but its appearances sufficed.
Yet it came a time when this continent was invaded by a massive force. A warlord of fearsome might had conquered his home continent. In his insatiable hunger for land he had come to take over this continent. Along, the warlord brought with him all the able-bodied soldiers and ships he possessed: an immeasurable force in the guise of a powerfully-trained army with superior armament and clever tactics.
The ruling nobles of the time, high in number, bickered about how to solve this problem. Their discussions raged from sunrise to sundown, without reaching a proper, fitting conclusion. They kept on arguing until they were wiped out one by one, noble house by noble house. In the end, only thirteen noble houses remained.
Although they all had reasons to distrust each other, their differences were set aside. In a coalition none in the past could have foreseen, the thirteen rulers of the houses gathered their armies at the Tower of Magi, where they prayed for victory in the altar of their deities. They all prayed for the defeat of the warlord and the retaking of their rightful lands.
But though their combined forces were strong, the warlord’s sheer numbers were enough to drown them out. The thirteen nobles prepared for the tower to be overtaken, and sealed themselves with a magical barrier in the highest room, the holiest of all, with no weapons of their own to defend themselves. With something lesser than hope to keep them alive and sane.
As the warlord’s soldiers made their way to the highest room, as they stabbed through their barrier, the nobles resigned themselves to defeat.
But there was one noble, the kind and pious Parvati, who continued to pray. Just as the door and barrier gave way, a blinding light shot down through the ceiling and onto the altar. When the light disappeared, thirteen weapons were left in its wake. All of them of unidentifiable craft, they resembled nothing the nobles had ever laid eyes upon. Yet each noble was drawn to a certain weapon, and, on touch, they all felt the connection immediately.
As rightful nobles of dignified power, none of them had ever fought before. But they needn’t have. The thirteen weapons were strong enough to guide their arms. With newfound talent, they cleaved through the warlord’s forces, all the way down to the bottom of the tower, where the invader himself stood.
But the warlord was not so easily defeated – one by one the heroes charged at him, and one by one he knocked aside. Until only three stood; gentle Parvati, who feared battle, wise Lisao, gifted only with the power of healing, and chivalrous Jacintho, who refused to leave the ladies’ sides.
The warlord charged at them, and Jacintho intercepted him wielding his golden sword, trying to hold him off long enough for Lisao to heal their friends. But the warlord, weak as he was, was still strong, and he quickly knocked Jacintho away. He then set his eyes on Lisao, figuring out what she intended to do. But before he could do anything, Parvati finally intervened, and unleashed her light magic upon him, destroying the weakened warlord and saving her dear friend. The remaining soldiers fled at the sight of their fallen leader.
After that day, their personal feelings mattered not – now they were all forged as comrades in history and they would go on to unite their continent under one name: Raedhild.

[Gafe]

Now, the continent bears thirteen kingdoms, each of which was founded by a hero, all of which are ruled by the noble houses that descend from each hero. Time passed and the heroes themselves passed away, but their weapons - the Holy Weapons as they’re contemporarily called – remain as powerful and distinguished as the first time the heroes fought with them. Every country keeps their hero’s respective weapon sealed away, and they’re only ever used on times of need.
The continent used to be home to many different noble houses before the Great Invasion, each with their own territory. Now that only thirteen of these remain, each possesses vast amounts of land. This is the reason why the kingdoms are divided in smaller regions, all of which are ruled by diverse family members of the same house. Every kingdom has a supreme king or queen, who can veto any decision made by any of its lesser rulers.
As one would expect, the continent did not see peace everlasting after the heroes’ deeds. Wars are not unexpected and a bit less than common. The hostilities and companionship of the countries mimic the relationships the different heroes had with each other. Currently, Cuzco and Lukiel are at war simultaneously to the war Freyaja and Makar are fighting. The former pair, the heroes Cuzco and Lukiel, were enemies (and a teensy bit racist towards each other); while Freyaja and Makar were ex-lovers who came to dislike the other’s guts.
Another issue of continuous disagreement is heredity of the thrones. The heir is not always the offspring of the deceased ruler, but can be chosen by a variety of criteria. More often than not though, heirs to the thrones are chosen by blood instead of personal skills.
Every descendant of the heroes, every noble that is, can have one of three types of bloods: hereditor blood, major blood or minor blood.

• Hereditor: There is only one noble with hereditor blood per generation. It can be whoever within the royal family, regardless of biological closeness to the ruler. It definitely must be a member of it and have sufficient noble blood in its ancestry. The hereditor is special in the sense that he or she is the only family member capable of wielding the Holy Weapon of his or her house, which makes him or her a very suitable nominee for next coronation (what with sharing a clear characteristic with the hero).
  
  
• Major: As with Hereditor Blood, there is only one Major Blood per generation. The first-born of the Major Blood of the previous generation will also be a Major Blood. Anyone with this type of blood has better diplomatic skills and better fighting ability than that of his relatives. With a good sense of leadership and an eye for organization, Majors also make a good nominee for heredity.
  
  
• Minor: Any other member of a noble family will be a Minor Blood (not applicable to those who wed into the family). Still, as descendants of a hero they inherit a natural leadership ability. They’re not master strategists, but people are drawn to them and listen to them more, as well as feeling stronger around them. They’re great fighters, so long as they train, and are more inclined to magic than others, although true talent for it is still rare. (This characteristics are somewhat heightened in Majors)
  

*Any minor or major blood of every family can wield whichever weapon they choose, but their fighting potential would be maximized if they were to use the same kind of weapon their founding hero used, as it is in their blood.
**In extremely rare cases, the Major Blood and Hereditor Blood can coincide on the same person.

[Gafe]

Currently, the major source of throne heredity distress is in the nation of Parvati. The widowed King has recently died and two apt successors have appeared. On one side, there is Lenne, the eldest daughter to the late King as well as hereditor and major, of Parvati. On the other side, there is Hao, younger brother to the King with much more experience in every field than Lenne. Hao and Lenne were very, very close to each other.
While the hereditors of Parvati have almost always succeeded previous rulers, Hao is charismatic and is widely known throughout Raedhild. Still, Lenne has natural born ability that Hao was born without.
Both of them wish for their own self to occupy the throne, but the matter has gone on for long and Parvati is equally divided. In an insightful tactic, both possible successors recur to close friends for help.
Hao, having been part of the army at some point in his life, goes to the generals of the other nations to plea for their aid. Meanwhile, Lenne recurs to her childhood friends, sons and daughters of the other rulers. Both of them hope that the generals or the princes and princesses will lure the different Kings and Queens to their cause.
This is where we begin. . . this is where it begins


To help you in your choosing of sides, I grant to you the names of the different countries (ergo, the different noble families and heroes), their respective Holy Weapon and the gender of the hero:


May fortune be on your side. . .


Regarding mixed ancestry:
Marriage between members of two different noble houses is not uncommon. Although not viewed as the best thing in the world, the offspring of such a relationship will possess two different bloodlines and be a member of two different houses but will not, regardless of anything else, become a Hereditor or Major Blood (if such should happen, Major Blood would go to a Major’s pureblood child, or to the eldest child of the Major’s younger sibling that did not conceive outside of the house). Also, through some sort of genetic affinity, the child will be closer to one bloodline than to the other, which will become the house he or she will identify as part of (thus, will be a common Minor Blood of that house). Of course, one of the parents would have to marry into the family of the other – usually being seen as some sort of intruder – to raise the children.
Mixed blood will follow the descendants until about the fourth generation after the interhouse marriage. By that time, if marriages were only conducted with the same house over and over again, the other blood will dissipate from the genetics, and the child will be ‘pure-blooded’ in a sense and again eligible for Hereditor Blood, though not for Major.
Ancestry with three or more bloods is almost unheard of, but when it has occurred, the children will had weak noble house potential (as in, typical Minor Bloods will possess much more noble skill) in all their different bloods.

[Gafe]

For the bio skeleton:
Name:
Age:
Quote:
House: Peasants are also up for grabs, but they’re not really taken into consideration by the thirteen houses.
Holy blood: Minor, Major, Hereditor (we are imposing that anyone who wishes to create a Hereditor must supply NPCs and background characters for their country). Creating a Major-Hereditor character is supremely frowned upon.
Weapon of choice: What kind of physical fighter or mage? [Mages in Raedhild are fairly common (though in a lesser amount to physical fighters). Most can cast spells that are printed on books, but only the really good ones can make their own spells and use them for various tasks.]
Appearance: Either picture or description are fine.
Personality: I believe a character’s personality is developed and shown in the RP itself, fell free to write as much as you need. Alternatively, trying something new in this department is encouraged.
Background:
Extra:

Likewise, a character sheet covering the following would be appreciated, though it is not mandatory to turn one in:

Character portrait, existence or not as Hereditor and ancestry and blood status therein.

Now Eva should be about to explain the houses. . . *looks at watch* … *taps foot*


Edit by Eva:

Here's a map made by Kyle. Not super-sophisticated, but it gives a good idea of the general distance between kingdoms, as well as some key areas.

[Eva]

So, like. I made this!

Kingdoms

Parvati
Ruler: None.
Hereditor: Princess Lenne.
Major: Prince Johan.
Military: The Holy See.
Capital: The Temple of Parvati.
Holy Weapon: Goddess' Aura
Demonym: Parvatian
Known as the Beatified One, Parvati was the most revered of the heroes. She had the most followers, and her kingdom was grand. For many years, her descendants ruled in relative peace. However, recently, a sort of darkness has fallen over them. For the first time, succession has been challenged. The death of the king has left a rift, and the ruling nobles have become savage in their opinions. Their choices divided between the Princess and her uncle. Their holy weapon was stolen by Princess Lenne.

Persephis
Ruler: King Blume
Hereditor: Princess Ishtar
Major: Prince Isidore
Military: The Storm Fuhrer
Capital: Freejis Castle
Holy Weapon: Thor's Might
Demonym: Persephian
Known as the Storm Lord, Persephis was the best politician among the Heroes. He easily negotiated the most arable lands for himself, although he did have a heart, and left reasonable assets for the others. Master of thunder flows through the veins of the ruling class. Their holy weapon is sealed in the King's chambers in the capital castle of Freejis.

Tupa
Ruler: King Vector.
Hereditor: Available.
Major: Available.
Capital: Available.
Military: Available.
Holy Weapon: Blood Spear Holtupa
Demonym: Tupese
Known as the Mad Queen, Tupa was the only hero trained in warfare before the invasion. She personally lead the defense of the Tower of Magi, and stayed in her position until she was dragged away. Her descendants follow her, and are extremely loyal to all causes that they contribute to. Their holy weapon is carried with the current ruler wherever they go.

Shivan
Ruler: Mariccle.
Hereditor: Ess of Shivan
Major: Available.
Capital: Femina Castle(see below)
Military: Sword Brigade
Holy Weapon: Night Sword Lufang
Demonym: Shivan (s)
Known as the Gray Master, Shivan never stayed in one place for long, and now neither do his people. The Shivan are nomads, and their nation is mobile. Those who cannot travel are granted refuge by the Empress of Gael. Every Shivan is taught the way of the sword, but their numbers are few- they are persecuted by nearly every other kingdom, and thus MUST be warriors. Their holy weapon is entrusted to the Empress at Femina Castle.

Lisao
Ruler: Apostle Lisao.
Hereditor: Apostle Lisao.
Major: Sir Arvay
Capital: The Tower of Magi.
Military: None.
Holy Weapon: Staff of Grand Blessing
Demonym: Lisaonese
Known as the Miracle Saint, Lisao believed that the Gods were the point of all existance, and founded the Apostle's Church, which is followed by everyone in her kingdom, and some in others. The ruler of the nation is always stripped of their name and given that of their founder. Lacking a true military, the Lisao use diplomacy and offers of universal acceptance to remain safe. Their holy weapon is carried by the Apostle wherever he or she wanders.

Lukiel
Ruler: Duke Barbo.
Hereditor: Available.
Major: Prince Arione.
Capital: Fort Janne.
Military: The Lance Squadron.
Holy Weapon: Frozen Lance Malheur
Demonym: Lukielite
Known as the Duke Knight, Lukiel was the hardest worker among the heroes. He hailed from the coldest northern tip of the continent, and when the battle against the warlord was over, he stayed behind to repair the Tower of Magi. His descendants, however, did not learn his ways. They became spoiled and arrogant, eventually discarding hard work for debates and learning. They grew to look upon the Cuzco with contempt, as they thought their ancestor had- in truth, they were not friends, but not enemies. Currently at war with Cuzco. Their holy weapon is unsealed and carried by Barbo to war.


If it says 'Available', then you can add whatever you want. If you make a Hereditor, then you're in charge of making up the Military for that country.

[Eva]

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Makar
Ruler: King Mananan
Hereditor: Brigid(unknown)
Major: Prince Nikhil
Military: The Arch Ritter.
Capital: Jungvy
Holy Weapon: Naga
Demonym: Makarene
Known as the Bow Fighter, Makar was a simple man from a small kingdom before the war. During the invasion, he met Freyaja, a fierce but kind girl whom he fell in love with. But Makar saw himself as unworthy of her, and once the Warlord was defeated, he parted ways with her. Now the Makar wage war to this day over perceived slights, all unknowing that had things gone differently, they would have been siblings with their enemies. Their home, the thick forests and stone castles, make them deceptively difficult fighters- and no one is a better archer than a Makar. Their holy weapon is carried into the battlefield.

Freyaja
Ruler: King Silesia.
Hereditor: Prince Levn.
Major: Princess Asaello
Military: The Wind Sages.
Capital: Asaello Castle.
Holy Weapon: Tornadon.
Demonym: Freyajiard
Known as the Wind Goddess, Freyaja was a fearsome woman even before she became a Hero. Her bitterness towards her ex-lover, as well as towards her former friends whom she perceived as disloyal, lead her to found a kingdom in the mountains, far away from others. With plenty of winds and a born affinity for them, the mages of Freyaja became masters of wind magic. Their holy weapon is kept in the highest tower of Asaello Castle.

Cuzco
Ruler: Pacha Camac
Hereditor: Pacha Camac
Major: Available.
Military: Available.
Capital: Available.
Holy Weapon: Balle.
Demonym: Cuzcoan
Known as the Gentle Axe, Cuzco was a simple man who wanted only to lead a country of decent people. And he did- all Cuzco are hard workers, and honest to a fault. They may not seem super-civilized, but they are true and good. They are at war with the Lukiel, whom they view as pretentious. Their holy weapon is carried around, and used for both mundane and battle situations.

Itzla
Ruler: King Poe.
Hereditor: Princess Lenore.
Major: Princess Raven.
Military: The Black Knights.
Capital: Gijuna Caves.
Holy Weapon: Baglione.
Demonym: Itzlanish
Known as the Dark Woman, Itzla was the most secretive of the heroes, and trusted the plans of her kingdom only with her closest friends. She chose no 'lands', only the deep underground caverns. Hunting and farming above ground by day, and training by night underground, the Itzla soon became masters of the cycles. They are distrusted by many as witches and demons. Their holy weapon is sealed in the deepest, darkest caverns known only by the Hereditors.

Joachim
Ruler: King Alzis
Hereditor: Flik Stolenbach (Filizis Stormrage) though this is not known.
Major: Available.
Military: The Hellfire Legion.
Capital: Barharra Castle.
Holy Weapon: Falablaze.
Demonym: Joachim(i)
Known as the Mage Master, Joachim was an intelligent but irresponsible man. Lecherous, he sired many children, and when time came to see who was his Hereditor, he could not find his tome, Falablaze- it had been stolen from under his nose. And from there on, his kingdom has been in internal war from the inside, with constant claims of inheritance placed forward. None can be proven without Falablaze to weed out the pretenders.

Gael
Ruler: Empress Yumina
Hereditor: Lady Ekana
Major: Available.
Military: The Valkyrie Brigade.
Capital: Femina Castle.
Holy Weapon: Elluxia.
Demonym: Gaeliege
Known as the Sword Empress, Gael was a firm believer in female superiority- which was sealed by the victory of Parvati over the Warlord. After founding her kingdom, no man has ever claimed Hereditor blood- although a few men have ruled. Their military is mostly female as well, with only the toughest of men allowed in. Their holy weapon is sealed in Femina Castle.

Jacintho
Ruler: Lord Ring
Hereditor: Prince Eltosian.
Major: Prince Eltosian.
Military: The Holy Cross Paladins.
Capital: Cross Castle.
Holy Weapon: Sigint.
Demonym: Jacinthoan
Known as the Holy Knight, Jacintho was the bravest of all heroes, to a great fault. He allowed all others to choose their lands for themselves, and was left with little land. Even worse, few wished to follow someone so devoted to honesty and trueness. However, those who did were of strong moral fiber, and Jacintho quickly rose to become one of the most feared military powers in the continent. Their holy weapon is carried by the eldest female sister of the Hereditor, for good luck.

[Gafe]

Name: Ima of Shivan
Age: 21
Quote: “Bring it on! I’m a nomad, I’ve faced tumbleweeds twice as threatening as you.”
House: Shivan
Holy blood: Shivan Minor and Gael Minor
Weapon of choice: Swords
Appearance:

Personality: If there is one feature that can distinguish Ima from the rest of any noble out there, it is the fact that there is no frown that can stay more than two seconds in her face. The girl is a bubble of happiness and cheeriness. When carrying out any activity, even one she’s not particularly fond of, the girl has either a grin, a face of doing-it-as-I-can-best, or both.
She’s a hardworking nomad with an appetite for helping around her people as much as she can. Ima enjoys the hardships and benefits of being a nomad, as it is, in fact, the life she chose for herself. After all, it is in her blood. Additionally, she’s always up for a challenge, be it a friendly exchange of sword blows or an encounter with a foe.
As a girl who trained since a young age, Ima has made herself known for her ability with a blade, for her age and status that is. If she were to challenge the Major Blood or the Hereditor Blood of any of the sword Houses, chances are she still would not win the match.
With mixed Shivan-Gael blood, Ima has developed a sword style a tad different than that of either House. As a young girl, she was quick to identify herself as a full-fledged Shivan Minor, once she got a taste of nomadic life, she fell in love with it. However, she’s constantly interested in the affairs of the Gael House.

Background: Ima was born in Femina Castle to a mother born of a Gael-Shivan marriage and a pure-blooded Shivan. Although she spent her youngest years within the castle’s walls, it was clear that Ima would not be embracing her Gael heritage as opposed to her Shivan blood. Her father was reluctant to leave her mother to return to his nomad lifestyle, so guardianship was instead passed on to his father’s brother, Ima’s uncle.
Her first years in the tribe were shaky and turbulent, due to how she had not been part of it since birth. But she was a quick learner, and eventually got the grip on how she was expected to behave, on how she should act and on how to enjoy life.
After that, it was a pretty common Shivan upbringing for Mia, with sword training on the side and not settling anywhere anytime.
Now that she’s older, she’s been trying to reconnect with her Gaelian blood. She’s passionate about the Shivan lifestyle, but she drops in Femina Castle every now and then to check on the latest news. It might not be her chosen way of life, but it is in her genes, after all.

Extra: Her only real depressant is the fact that, even if she were to lay hands on the Night Sword Lufang, she would not be able to wield it at full potential. She doesn’t care about bloods, but being able to swing the ultimate sword is her dream.

[Gafe]

Name: Lady Ekana Trianne Mnemosia of Gael
Age: 29
Quote: “Well, I’m not about to get into an argument, am I? It clearly is below my status and barely at yours.”
House: Gael
Holy blood: Gael Hereditor
Weapon of choice: Rapier
Appearance:
Personality: As one would expect from a Gaelian noblewoman, Ekana is the feminist daughter of the Gaelian duchess that reigns over the territory of Zusurra within the empire. Although not a Major (and boy, would she kill to become one), she basks in the glory that being the Hereditor is. She has potential to succeed in the throne and she knows this. It all contributes to shaping the sense of superiority that clearly defines Ekana, which, as one could imagine, does not make her a particularly loved noble.
Although somewhat superficial, Ekana has a good head resting on her shoulders. Even if she’s not interested in politics and the life of her will-be subjects, the woman is a little bit of a genius when it comes to economics and military strategies and tactics – as much as she may say that fighting is below her. She is a woman that could try the patience of a stone in her best of days, and a person few people can tolerate, but her abilities as a leader cannot be denied.
Her cleverness extends into her everyday decisions and throughout her whole life within her castle’s walls. All in all, it is recognized that she, people skills set aside, will one day make a fine ruler for Gael. She has sufficient developed talent and a very important natural capability.

Background: Ekana Trianne Mnemosia Gael was the second child of Duchess Seliora Gael who rules over the territory of Zusurra. With an elder sister, a younger brother and a younger sister, Ekana managed to become the gemstone of her territory when it was revealed that she was able to wield the Empress’ Sword Elluxia. This revelation led her parents, not the smartest people in the bloodline, to shower her with everything the girl desired. She was spoiled, to put it simply.
Life like that was completely comfortable for her, but she eventually grew bored of the simplicity of it all – that is not to say, however, that she doesn’t still abuse her parents’ generosity. She wanted a little insight into what she would one day presumably rule. Her wishes were, of course, granted. She completely ignored lessons on politics and peasantries, focusing instead on the beauty of those who would go into battle for her family and die in their honor. That and the amount of capital she could spend, mostly on herself, baring the silly name of ‘economy.’
And thus, Ekana has grown into quite the looker with her fair share of love interests in the past (all of which, she terminated herself). Her days pass with walks throughout the entire kingdom and going through different kinds of dresses and jewelry. She is patiently waiting for the day of the death of any family member that’ll finally allow her to sit on a throne of her own. She’s aware that Empress Yumina is not about to go soon, but she’s willing to wait.

Extra: As part of her upbringing she was taught how to defend herself physically, though it is not something she enjoyed. Ekana’s also not exuberantly happy about the deal the Empress has with the Shivan nomads who don’t wish to travel. She considers their lifestyle, and thus them, unworthy, but since their Holy Weapon is in the Empress’s hands, she’s not about to have a fit.

[TragicAce]

Name: Sir Arvay, Templar Commander Superior
Age: 25
Quote: “Only through penance can we truly be saved.”
House: Lisao
Holy blood: Major
Weapon of choice: A fine steel longsword able to channel his magical energy. Crafted in Persephis.
Appearance:

Personality: Arvay is a man whose hardest battles are fought within him. Not a day goes by where he does not repeat the virtues of her Holiness, forcing as well he can to embody these traits. This is part of his penance, and making these as his own-he hopes-will rid him of the vileness that he was. In this fashion Arvay goes out of his way to restrain himself from any outstanding emotion: be it joy, anger, what have you. Lisao was however full of warmth and kindness towards all good things, and so must Arvay be. To be genuinely good and without impurity, this is what he must become.

Devout- Sir Arvay is a holy man without question. He would question himself before questioning the Church or the holy Apostle.
Respectful- Opposite the brash boy he once was, the knight shows his kindness in the form of respect. Respect for others is fundamental in all good things.
Humility- Accursed pride is the blackest of all sins. To place oneself above others is not the will of the Gods. They created men as equals, and this ought not to be forgotten.

Background: Birthed to Lady Isabeau, also known as the Saint of Flowers, young Arvay grew up a life of nobility. When his mother died at a young age the boy’s status only raised as he was the unquestionable figure of power aside from the Apostle herself. His father’s family held glimmers of greed in their eyes as they garnered more riches and fame for Lisao’s favored son. Arvay quickly grew accustomed to these riches and enjoyed a childhood most commoners would die for.

As a teenager Arvay grew restless and insisted upon traveling the continent and seeking out others such as himself. When foreign noble Houses treated him with contempt and refused to bow at his feet as he was accustomed too, Arvay grew scornful and full of disdain. He had made more enemies then friends and was strongly urged to return to Lisao. Naturally gifted as a swordsman and having some talent as a mage it came to no surprise that he grew quickly in power. Not in strength alone either, for in the next few years his charisma and looks gathered a deal of attention. Women flew into his life but none could hold his eyes like Idine.

The older sister to the newly appointed Apostle, Idine was a woman of both power and ambition. It was not Arvay who courted the royal family’s eldest, but the other way around. Little did the young knight know that she was simply using him to elevate her own position as wife of the major blood carrier. The romance was real enough however, and young Arvay had fallen head-over-heels for Idine. His family having noticed the close bond between them growing grew uneasy. Not wanting to hand over their son (and only real ticket to prestige) to the royal family they arranged a marriage for Idine and made it public before she could refuse. Her husband Herton was a noble man but of far less prestige and power then Arvay. Even as the grand marriage ceremony was commencing the two were engaged in…extramarital affairs.

Half a year had passed and Idine had born a beautiful baby boy. Much to the husband’s dismay, it looked far less like him and far more like Lisao’s ‘favored son’ who his wife frequently met for tea. One day a suspicious Herton followed his wife in secret to discover the truth of these teatimes—they had scarcely anything to do with tea at all! Enraged with anger Herton returned home and strangled the bastard’s boy to death and waited for the bitch to arrive. Before he could take her life as well the house guards came and secured the crazed husband. He was executed later that day.

When Arvay realized what had happened and discovered that the dead boy was his own son, Arvay broke to pieces. His sins had brought upon the death of something so dear to him, so precious. He was for the first time in his life confronted with true guilt and it very nearly killed him. The knight abandoned his home, his friends, and his family; he simply stopped eating or caring. His death was closing in on him as the once nobleman crawled aimlessly aside a dusty cart path. But upon him came his savior: it might have well been Lisao herself. A local priest came and took him to a nearby chapel where he was fed and made to live again. In seeing the genuine kindness of the priest and all those around him Arvay vowed himself to the Church, to the will of the Gods and teachings of Lisao.

You can wonder how his family must have felt; to have found there was thought to be dead son only to find out he’s anointed himself into a life of service to the Church. Arvay disowned his family, his lands and riches. Seeing the favored son take up the holy cloths of the Church further drove Lisao’s peoples towards the faith. The power of Lisao now laid entirely at the Tower of Magi, where Sir Arvay serves the Apostle without question.

Extra: He is currently being blackmailed by Idine about their affair.

[Gafe]

Name: Prince Nikhil of Makar
Age: 26
Quote: “Look here, I’m not about to endure another minute of your unacceptable behavior, so either focus or close the door after you leave
House: Makar
Holy blood: Makar Major
Weapon of choice: Traditional and finely crafted bows and crossbows of Makar.
Appearance:

Personality: As prince of the nation of Makar, Nikhil takes his position very seriously. A by-the-book man with an irritable personality, he manages to looks polished in the eyes of the Makar nobles. Although pompous in his ways, he received the best education his father could give him – which is not small talk. He is refined in his manners, polite where needed be, and possessor of the best etiquette.
With a dignified attitude, Nikhil is highly nationalistic. He has taken time and effort to learn of his people, land and culture, all of which he shows off with pride at every opportunity. Likewise, he is preoccupied about the comings and goings of his family, where he positions himself as the “Man of the family”, even though his father is still very much alive. Because of his closeness with his family and country, his nationalism shows itself in times of war, always believing his country to be acting correctly and defending it before nobles of other houses. He is not a fan of bloodshed, but he supports those his family partakes in, like the current one with Freyaja.
Speaking of wars and such, Nikhil was trained in the art of the bow when he came of an age deemed worthy. As the weapon of his bloodline, he excels at the use of it, and as a Major Blood, much more so. This undeniable skill makes him act with more self-righteousness than usual. While he consciously says being the Major Blood is nothing important, subconsciously, it fuels his ever-shifting ego.

Background: Son of King Mananan, Nikhil has lived his life within Jungvy. Much was expected from him, so he was taught with precision and strictness. His studies were mostly dull and slow, but Nikhil knew of the responsibility he had with his people and learned most of what he was taught.
At age ten he was sent to the nation of Parvati to be witness to the differences between cultures and acquire a more continental view on topics relating politics. He spent a good two years with his younger brother in said nation, and it was in this expanse of time where he established a solid, if childish, friendship with Parvati’s Princess Lenne. To this day, the friendship remains though not exactly in the same way as it was years ago.
By the time he returned to his home kingdom, he learned to appreciate the uniqueness his country had to offer, especially all around its forests. His nationalism was born in this period of time, as did his military training, required even by the royal family. It was a good other three years before The Arch Ritter declared him fit for a call-to-arms should it ever happen, as long as he returned every couple of years to refine his craft. As always, he was accompanied by his younger brother.
Somewhere along his early twenties, Nikhil became involved in a romantic affair with Lady Maritza, younger cousin to Jacintho’s Prince Eltosian. There was talk among the two houses – both excited and frightened – regarding a marriage between the unlikely couple. His mother was quick to remind him that, were he to marry Maritza, their child would lose all Major Blood privileges, which would instead go to his younger brother’s eldest son. It constantly appeared as if Nikhil cared not for this.
Next thing the curious nobles knew was that Nikhil had left the Jacintho girl, no explanation given.
Currently, he is a proud activist in the Makar-Freyaja war. While he’s usually assigned a commander, every now and then he’s allowed to lead himself.

[Flik]

Joachim

Name: Flik Stolenbach the XIII! (Obviously Fake, but He goes by Flik)
Age: 26
Quote: “Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY! Enough talk, Let's Drink---oh, that's your husband!”
House: Joachim (By Birth)
Holy blood: Joachim Hereditor
Weapon of choice: Flame Bracelet Daggers
Resides: Freejis Castle (and the area surrounding it)
Personality: Flik is a man who lives one day at a time, and he rarely tries to waste time on anything which doesn't serve him or his interests---not to say that he is a cloaked schemer---in fact this is far from it. He'd prefer to spend his time at taverns, singing tales of his journeys, feats (Exaggerated and not) as well as the people he's met. A man with a flare for the dramatic, his tongue and body is only surpassed by his skills as a dazzler. He has no problem taking in the suffering of others, if it means his benefit, after all...they have the choice to live the live they're forced into---or they can break free and pave their own path like a wildfire.

Dramatics- Flik loves to go out with a bang, after all it's better to explode than to fade right? Be it his manners of courting females, or his quick sparks to run from jealous husbands---he's a bard of many tricks.
Free of Morality- Flik doesn't quite understand why some people complain about their lives, their suffering and sadness is almost lost on him 100%. He believes anyone can give up their blades, their tomes, or their pitchforks, and pick up any other---regardless of their effects.


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Background: Flik was born 'Flizis Stormrage' or so that was the name given to him at birth. His mother died in the midst of delivering Flik and he was constantly reminded of this up until his 12th birthday. From the moment he was able to walk, Flik was 'given' the gift of the Auigrand---the enchanted bracelets he wears around both wrists, and taught the ways of Mysticism and Realm Magic---his daggers are what he channels his magical energy with. Some describe his magic as 'cutting the world and making it bleed to his will'---a darker sentiment than Flik will admit however.


Flik excelled at the creation of flames, as well as it's manipulation and conjuring properties--(efreets, imps, hounds) He was training in the Auigrand up until his 16th birthday, when during a 'studying session' outside of Barharra Castle, he killed his the Ward of his 'Surrogate Mother'. It could be said that he killed his Brother, however it wasn't a brother by birth---merely by title. It was then, in which he realized he was being forced to live a life of Studying, Combat, and Celibacy as a Mage---something Flik disproved of wholeheartedly---and with the death of the Ward, he left Barharra Castle and took towards Freejis Castle---a citadel in which those gifted with Elemental auras could be welcomed---or so he believed.

Flik lived in and around Freejis for some time, up until his 21st birthday in which he met a beaut of a woman---a fire in her heart, her hair, and between her legs. Someone who Flik believed he could spend the rest of his days with. However in truth, he would be spending the rest of her days by her side. Her name was Tressa.

Two years later, and with no child on the way---Tressa began to think Flik incapable of bringing an heir into this world for their small little city life, someone who could carry on the name of the two Magicians. Fate it seemed, was far more vindicitive than that.

Men tracking down 'The Heir to Alzis' began to appear to Tressa and Flik, asking many questions of Flik's past, none of which he preferred to answer---to the dismay of the Men from Joachim as well as Tressa. After this had continued on for 8 months, Tressa confronted Flik and demanded to know the truth---something in which he had regretted his entire life.

Rather than tell Tressa, Flik left his home---again, the men from Joachim following on His Heels for years and years, which is why he drinks, which is why he lives in the moment. He knows that one day, sooner or later, all things will catch up to him, all things in time will---so why worry about it in the present? He sleeps around, uses his Magic whenever he sees fit, and above all else---he feels the need to keep moving, not to escape from the Joachim Trackers, or from Tressa, but to find something---something which would give his life a new meaning again.

Extra: He has no documented knowledge of his Descent, He somehow feels compelled to search for Falablaze however.

[Vale]

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[Tusk]

Name: Pacha Camac

Age: 28

Quote: "On my Honor, I will stand strong for my people! "

House: Cuzco

Holy blood: Hereditor

Weapon of choice: The legendary axe Balle

Appearance:

Personality: Pacha is a leader for his people. He is the one that will do anything for his people and he will gladly lay his life down for his people. Honor is important. Hard work is nessicary for survival. Respect is the key. Pacha does his best to honor those things. To him, his word is as binding as a contract. If he says he will do something, he will do it. If he can not, he will be the first to say he can not. He has a good heart and a strong will. He does not like tricks and grows angry when someone shows great disrespect. He is a young ruler, but he takes that with pride. He will lead his people without fear. He hates the Lukiel and supports the war to stop them. He holds the axe only he can with great pride. Balle is an extention of him and a sign that he is fit to rule the land.

Background: He was born into the noble family. His ansectory dates back to when the holy axe Balle was gven to his ansestor. He was taught everything there is to running the lands of Cuzco and if anyone thought their life was harsh, they had no idea what harsh was. Pacha was raised to be a leader. His code of honor was almost branded into his brain. If he walked even a little stray from being honorable and just, he was disciplined. He worked in the feilds to gain respect to the farmers. He spent sleepless nights studying his history. He learned how to weild an axe until his body felt like caving in and then fought harder. He learned the laws of the land and followed them. Many would see this as too harsh and he would of been a vicious ruler, but the people of Cuzco knew what he went through would make him a hard working honest king. He soon learned evil got nowhere and to be a good person was to be honorable. When he was 25, his father led the campaign to to stop an advancing force from Lukiel and died defending his homeland. Pacha's mother stepped aside to let the next Axe bearer step forth. Pacha took hold of Balle and took hold of the crown. Whoever holds the axe holds the crown. There have been increased attacks on Cuzco after Pacha's father died, but Pacha has not let up. He vowed to keep his people safe and he has done so. He may not be as gifted in the war element as others, but due to his intense training, he has become a good ruler for his people.

Extra: Pacha is in the process of getting married to a long time friend.

[Eva]

Name: Cigyun Galtea
Age: 27
Quote: "Our son...he inherited your strength and my resolve...Let us pray he never need use either."
Holy Blood: Gael Minor.
Weapon of choice: Swords. Her personal sword, Hime, was forged by her husband as a wedding gift.
Appearance:
Personality: Cigyun, although passive and gentle in appearances, is a skilled leader and fighter. She is a mother to her subordinates, and rarely if ever scolds them. However, if you ever cross the very thick line that Cigyun sets down, you will feel the wrath of a true warrior.
That said, at her heart Cigyun is a mother. Before the increasing tensions within Parvati, she was dedicated to her newborn son, spending every waking second tending to whatever needs he had. However, when her old friend Hao asked her to come to Parvati to quell a possible rebellion, she quickly agreed, not as Cigyun but as commander of the Holy Cross Paladins. She values her reputation and honor as a warrior highly.
Background: Cigyun hails from the Gael territory of Galtea. She became the Lady of the territory after her parents passed away, weeks between each other. Many expected the seemingly frail and quiet girl to hand leadership over to someone else, but she surpassed expectations. Galtea never became truly great, but it rose from obscurity, and before long Cigyun even met with the Empress in person.
However, the life of a liege lady was not long for her. One day, the Empress sent her on a diplomatic mission to Jacintho. On her first day there, she saw a sour-faced and mean looking boy shouting at the castle servants. A champion of the lower class, Cigyun could not tolerate seeing this happen; she quickly intervened and scolded the boy, who looked around her age. The boy was surprised, shocked, that he had been spoken down to. He revealed that he was Prince Eltosian, Hereditor and heir presumptive to the throne.
Cigyun refused to be cowed by this. After all, a true leader need not be cruel to his subjects- and she told him this. She left him then to go to her own room. However, Eltosian was not angry with her- no, he was rather smitten. For the few weeks that Cigyun stayed in Cross Castle, he courted her endlessly, filling her room with fragrant flowers and buying her expensive gifts. Eventually, Eltosian went over her head entirely and pleaded to his father and the Empress Yumina for help with his lovesick heart. In the end, an agreement was made. To give Cigyun little reason to return home, Yumina increased the territory that Galtea held, and installed Cigyun's younger brother as its lord. For his part, Lord Ring gave Empress Yumina one of the right to call Cigyun back to her kingdom any time she asked.
But still Cigyun would not budge. For several more weeks she stayed in Cross Castle, training with the Paladins and rising among them. Finally, Eltosian tired of his dramatics and approached her directly, and with respect in his voice, asked her to give him one chance. A fair woman, Cigyun agreed to give him one.
Within the next two years, they married. Shortly afterward, Cigyun became both the commander of the Holy Cross Paladins' mounted division, as well as the proud mother of a very clever boy. For three years the family lived in happiness, until Cigyun received a letter pleading for her help- her old teacher from when she first learned the sword, General Hao of Parvati, was asking for her diplomatic assistance. Without hesitation, Cigyun gathered a squad of Holy Cross Paladins and went to his aid.

[Eva]

Name: Sir Ferd
Age: 25
Quote: "This isn't so bad..."
House: Parvati
Holy blood: Lukiel Minor.
Weapon of choice: Lances.
Appearance:
Personality: Ferd is very humble and shy, rarely speaking up for himself unless directly asked, and even then his communication skills are poor. He puts all of his energy into working, often neglecting his personal needs to do what his duty calls for. When his duty calls for something he is personally against, though, Ferd can get very outspoken and even loud.
Background: Ferd was born in Lukiel, far away from his current home. He was the son of a minor noble, and from the very beginning of his life, he was utterly ignored by most other nobles. He had a comfortable, easy life with good education and many friends, but he was never expected to do very much besides take over his father's duties when he passed on. In fact, when it came time to see who among the current generation was Lukiel's Hereditor, Ferd was almost looked over- not that it mattered, since when he was tested, he failed. Ferd didn't care. He was already enrolled in Lukiel's to join the Lance Squadron; he didn't want the crown nor Malheur.
What happened next is entirely unknown to everyone but Ferd and Duke Barbo himself. All that anyone knows is that Ferd disobeyed a direct order only months after joining the Lance Squadron and was exiled for life. The only reason he was allowed to live was because he and Barbo agreed that he would be spared if he never spoke of the order he was given.
Ferd would have wandered alone for the rest of his life had his father not set up a deal of his own. He contacted Sir Hao of Parvati and asked that his son be allowed to serve under him- and Hao agreed. Ferd was assigned to protect the young princess Lenne as her guard and servant.
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