The Raevir in the 4th

[GhostSHTR 1205]

The Raevir in the 4th

 

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Sergei was born into the Icey breeze of the Arcas northland, growing up in the forest and streams hunting, fishing, playing with nature. He soon learned he had to grow up faster than he thought when the Scyflings invaded destroying his childhood home and kidnapping his eldest brother Tarcell never to be seen again.

 

After having his only known home destroyed his father took him and his older brother Jon to the city of Helena, the heart of the Holy Oren Empire. There he grew up in rather an isolation never really understanding the pretty, puffy imperial children though he learned that he always put his best foot forward. He did have a whole house on his shoulder, “Make our Ancestors Proud” His father would always tell him, and he always strode to do.

 

At 16 he entered the ISA’s cadet program, those in his class like himself continue to give their all to the Empire, Lieutenants Heath Linnord, Frederick Teufel who became like brothers to him just to name a few. He found the love of his life, Elizabeth Winter for whom he loved until her untimely disappearance 7 years prior to his death.

 

During His Ensign years, he served during the inferi wars, joining the 3rd brigade as a scouting officer. He then was given the lieutenant position in the 4th brigade under His Imperial Highness the Duke of Crestfall, which he kept until his death even though the change of command from the Duke of Crestfall to the Count of Susa.

 

Though he always put his foot forward, Sergei never thought he meets his father’s expectations or the peerage he was to one day inherit. Like anyone Horen’s descendent he fell victim to those simply desires, he thought given his heart to his wife in marriage gave in to the lust of others, and took on many mistresses. Between his drinking and his lusting in the last few years of his life, Sergei’s life begun to spiral out of control. Little did he know that in just one day he could lose everything he had fought for, all the prestige he had worked for, all the friends he had again.

 

Eventually, the truth came out in a drug inducted speech, His one good friend enraged by his sins asked for a duel to which he was by all means entitled. So there they were at the bridge of Providence, as steel clash against steel, Sweat, blood, and grunt were heard until the final minutes of the duel as the middle-aged vet and the new ensign fought until Sergei was pushed over into the river. The duel was won by the young Ensign, as Sergei was dragged out of the river he would speak coughing up a mixture of blood and river water. A man would drag the Raevir’s to his father and best Friend Fredrick, He would speak his final word before finally leaving this realm.

 

For All his life Sergei was a good man, a good soldier, a good friend, and a loyal patriot always putting country before personal desires but the scenes of war that haunted his mind left him feeling empty and in search of a love he once had. This was his eventual downfall, do not think he wished to die like this, over a woman... As he body was marched to Valles sergei's eye would twitch slightly.

 

Was this just rigor mortis setting in or is he alive?.....

 

 

 

 

Occ Note:

 

might be a pk post might not be we shall see

 

I want to thank @grnappafor giving me this opportunity to play as his heir, though I only wish I could have fulfilled that duty, I also want to thank everyone in the Oren goverment, ISA and palace for giving sergei a chance to get to know them all. 

 

[Mescaffier 6197]

Viktoriya sneered, lifting a gnarled hand to hide the grin that'd broken out across her face. The woman shook her head, tossing the paper into the pyre she sat beside to mull over the announcement.

 

"Sergei Othaman, te' manwhore. Sergei Othaman, the scorn to the Othaman name. A man most hated by his

comrades, and by humanity - may he rest in the scalding fires of Hell where he belongs," that behemoth spat. She lit aflame the end of her cigar, snaking her hands through her hair as she muttered unto herself. Without a regret, Viktoriya went on to spew insults at the burning page, her face contorted with anger. 

 

"Slept with the first woman, and yet it didn't sate him. Then it was the next, and the next. Cheated on his first wife, and then the next he sought to marry with a wealthy harlot. Your name will be remembered, Sergei, as the greedy, penny-picking gigolo too cowardice to own up to his own mistakes. GOD bless Simon, who ended this vermin of a man, and the Pruvias a whole!"

 

A single tear streaking down the warped visage of the Captain, she shoved the door; broken to splinters, aside. "He used me as a source for his wicked hellspawn and then moved on without a care in the world. Blessed, be I, for seeing my mistakes in trusting this demon. I'll raise Vanya, Vasili, and Varon well; and pray that they don't take the same route as him or I. My hatred may be unjust, my words spiting a dead man. But if I could, I'd re-summon him and tear each organ, each limb, from his wretched form to show to him the pain I, and even worse, Elizabeth had gone through."

 

"Burn, Sergei Othaman. Burn in brimstone & malflame, and in our seething hatred. May you reincarnate as the unsightliest of demons and most tortured of souls, and may you never catch a wink of peace so long as your ilk's blood may run warm."

[Itz_Cookie 1974]

"Got what he deserved. ."  scouled a woman, subsequently to reciving the unsuprising knowlgede of her husbands death. "May the seven skys decline your entrance for you have caused far more pain than you recived that night, Sergei Othaman! You deserve to have died a slow and painful death for all the chaos you have caused whithin the Othaman household!" She hissed out quickly, anger laced words echoing out through her new home. A crash came soon after as Elizabeth slid her arms across the extecive table before her. Feeling a mix of anger and joy the woman continued to slam each pearl colored plate onto the floor and wall - a serpentine smile crossing her countenace as each crash was like music to her ears. "Cheating, lying, undeserving man! Seemed as if ever week you had a new woman around your arm, trading them out like fashon acsessories! 'I love you' was just a silly phrase, I shouldve known marrying you would be the worst mistake of my horrid life!" The woman hollarded out, wanting all of Arcas to hear. Her gnarled, claw like hands gipped around the tangled mess of her hair prior to aiming to smash one last pearl toned plate at the rocky wall. "Till death do us part, Othamans." 

 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Anna sat in her office as she finds out of the news. She exhales a long breath as she looked to a paper crane on top the desk. Feeling partially responsible for the demise of the great lieutenant.

 

“Adio, cherub. If only we could have been different people. I wish I could have believed you would change. You will remain in my heart and memory. Though you die a sinners death, GOD will forgive you as he has forgived I. For underneath it. You were a good man” she murmured to herself as a lone tear fell onto her cheek. 
 

With a few movements she straightened the crane and lifted herself from the seating. There was far too much work to do to have time to cry anymore.

[Publius 4098]

Upon hearing the news, Vasili var Otha flew into a fit of rage. The young man was slow to show the grief he felt - he was inconsolable as he drove away his siblings. It would take some time...

[𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓 740]

Lieutenant Robert Archibald Galbraith would frown upon hearing the news signing the Lorraine "We'll meet again, Leftenant, may you rest well." He found himself staring at the paper blankly not long after. 

 

[kuerbis 3802]

Upon hearing the news, Anne Caroline couldn't help but to feel a mixture of sadness and fear. She truly was afraid, for the Othaman ultimately died after the duel. Her expression scrunched up as she pulled her infant son closer. What if there will be revenge? What if someone comes after them now? She could not risk such - and turned to her husband, requesting a guard at all hours.

[MRCHENN 4741]

"May GOD cleanse him of his sins in the Seven Skies." Commented Ensign Pruvia. "His death was an unfortunate accident, but he fought for his prestige until the very end."

[Iudaes 1095]

It had just been months ago that the Pontiff had grappled with the loss of many of his brothers and at the hearing of this most terrible news, the Pontiff found solace in seclusion. It was in his chambers, locked away from all that the Pontiff prayed for Sergei. Prayed that he may ascend safely to the Seven Skies of which, despite his sins, Jude II thought his good friend was deserving. For while he may have been a sinner, it is his virtues and his life filled with duty to God, Church, and country which certainly outweighed all. That is what Jude believed and so he prayed, "May his soul be eternal, forever to be in union with God by the merit of his virtue, his friendship, his brotherhood. God bless him." 

 

[Beamon4 1690]

Conrad de Falstaff lets out a small sigh "Maybe he will be forgiven by the above"

[Roguechaotic 264]

Aeonn hears of the passing from the words echoing throughout providence "Once more a brother of red has split the same color...no matter the things theyve done...may they rest easy now...for we are all equal in death..."

[Guest]

Dima and his friends recount the news within the tavern. The young man stroked his chin and looked past his cowl as the torchlight danced in the background. The music was loud and he could barely hear his own thoughts. 

 

"I hear," one fellow to the right of him said, "That he slipped and fell mid-combat because his belt was untucked!" Dima let out a hearty guffaw at that. He found few things funny, but he could not deny that an adulterer slipping with his pants around his ankles wasn't hilarious. Dima continued to sip his beverage - a clear fluid not unlike water - and laughed again before he laid down a couple of cards for their game.

Just another night in Providence. 

[Shmeepicus 4213]

Caspian signed the Lorraine upon hearing the news. "Imagine having little to no respect for yourself and mocking a man after his passing, when he can no longer defend his name." The young d'Arkent said. "Those of you spreading ill rumour and insult are little better than dogs and surely, no better than the Lieutenant was at his worst."

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Stefan Vyronov takes a sip from his Carrion black as he'd shrug.

[Goon 1614]

Cosimo Antony had watched that fated encounter between the Othaman and Pruvia. He thought he only watched that Pruvia mar the Othaman’s pride - and the Illatian youth presumed life would resume the same.
 

Though, he was wrong.

 

Upon hearing the man had died as a result, the Illatian spit into the cup he had sipped from, an evident shock momentarily rattling him. “What’d ‘e die from? A broken heart?” He quizzically queried, suppressing a chortle that wanted to escape at the thought. Instead, he took a coated sleeve to wipe the spilled ale from his chin, a bemused parting of his lips as he shook head- and a conceding shrug before the night continued the same.