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RP Name: Jacques Halcourt MC Name: Sprinkles__ Voted: Yes

MEMBERSHIP REGISTRATION FORM Name: Titus Louis Halcourt Age: 40ish Sex: Male Statement of Expertise: Philosopher; retired magistrate; retired Chief Commissioner of the Ministry of Justice; politician; businessman; alcohol consumer; fashion connoisseur; badass.

First Ordinance of the Dobrov Magistrate 18th of Godfrey's Triumph, 1825 In accordance with the Imperial Charter for the City of Dobrov, the Magistrate of Dobrov by virtue of Our August Crown, is tasked with a specific set of duties. As we settle into this new realm we call home through GOD’s grace, the Magistrate’s office of Dobrov deems it important to begin the road ahead -- that is the construction of our settlement’s bureaucracy. In accordance with said charter, the Magistrate is charged with one of the following duties to: IV. Administrate free and fair city elections. Thus, it is seen fit by this Office to hereby open the period of submissions for the upcoming Head Clerk & Sheriff Election of 1825. A prospective candidate must meet these qualifications: At least 18 years of age In good legal standing Own property within Dobrov Should a candidate meet such criterion, the following form must be filled by a prospective candidate: Full Name of the Candidate: Age of the Candidate: Street Address of the Candidate: Sought office, Head Clerk/Sheriff All powers of the selected offices of Dobrov are outlined within the Imperial Charter. Candidacies for Head Clerk or Sheriff will close on Saturday at Noon EST ISSUED IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 1825, The Magistrate of Dobrov, Titus Halcourt ((This is a forum roleplay post. Replies should only be players reporting their candidacies for Head Clerk or Sheriff in Dobrov. The sign up will Saturday at Noon EST))

USERNAME: Sprinkles__ RP NAME: Titus Halcourt EVENTS ENTERING (Individual/Pairs/Both): Individual PAIRS PARTNER (if applicable):

RP Name: Titus Louis Halcourt MC Name: Sprinkles__ Voted: Yes

Titus Halcourt read the missive with a frown. "Racism!? What's racist about attempting to feed an elf?" He asked in confusion.

Want to state that the hat above is not stolen from me, just looks real goddamn similar. No bad blood for theft since there was none. Have a good day : )

IRP name: Titus Louis Halcourt d'Artois Discord: Sprinkles#2243 IGN Name: Sprinkles__ Age: 14

[[RP]] First Name: Ulrich Surname: von Frundsberg Age: 26 Reason for Interest: Goats; pvp; knights; need I say more? [[OOC]] Username: ColonelSprinklez Discord: Sprinkles#2243

RP Name: Augustus Halcourt MC Name: ColonelSprinklez Voted: Yes

RP Name: Augustus Halcourt MC Name: ColonelSprinklez Voted: Yes

Augustus Halcourt looked up from his work, furrowing his brow at the courier who had barged into his office and placed a letter on his desk. The old man irritably opened it, annoyed at the interruption. The man's face would quickly turn from annoyance to pained stoicism as he learned of his old friend's passing. "Rest well, mon amie, God knows you deserve it." The courier would later claim he saw a tear stream down the aged man's face, to the disbelief of many. On a normal day someone would be lucky to see so much as a smile on the old man's stoic face. This, however, was no ordinary day. . .

RP Name: Augustus Louis Halcourt MC Name: ColonelSprinklez Voted: Yes

RP Name: Augustus Louis Halcourt MC Name: ColonelSprinklez Voted: Yes

Augustus Halcourt ColonelSprinklez Yes

What lunacy is this?

Augustus L. Halcourt’s Address Augustus Halcourt giving a delivery to his fellow Josephites, circa 1779 The Promises of a Humble Statesman Economic Resurgence: My masters, do you recall when the economy of Helena boomed? It’s success a beacon of trade and prosperity, across all of Arcas? ‘Tis a sad sight today, a shell of what it once was and could be. I don’t believe there is a soul in Helena who wishes to see the stalls empty and unstocked and the shops unoccupied or dormant. I myself am one of those people, and that is why a vote for Augustus means a vote for the small business owner. It is my promise that my votes will be gained on any matter encouraging and assisting entrepreneurship not only in Helena, but across Oren. The Efficient Management of the Imperial Budget: I am not the first, nor the last candidate for the House of Commons to promise a more efficient budget for Oren. However, this does not mean that efficient budget management is not imperative. If elected I, with the hopeful assistance of my fellow statesmen, will be sure to cut unnecessary spendings and reduce redundancies in the budget. That is why a vote for Augustus means a healthy and effective Imperial Budget. The Strengthening of the Imperial Diet: As Humanity turns away from the feudal days of old and towards republican ideals, the strengthening of elected offices are imperative to moving forward. It is my belief that the House of Commons is the future of Oren, and thus must grow and evolve. That is why my vote will be surely given to legislation expanding and strengthening the Imperial Diet. It is crucial to keep a balance, so the commons do not become too powerful and overrule the rest of the government. However, a vote for Augustus means a more powerful Imperial Diet and House of Commons. We must evolve or be left behind, so I swear to follow through with these promises not for my own personal gain, but for the good of the realm and the generations to come. The Stability and Security of Oren: The reforms mentioned above are valuable and crucial to the empire. However, stability is the highest priority to myself. Too many reforms, or a number of them too quickly can result in a product worse than before. That is why although I am an advocate for moving forward, a vote for Augustus means the stability and security of Oren. I will work to be sure the progress is slow and steady, opposed to rushed and ineffective. Recommendations for other candidates: Two other candidates I would recommend are my knowledgeable brother, Victor C. Halcourt who shares views similar to my own as well as George Gailbraith, a wise and agreeable statesman who I feel would do excellent work for this fine empire. The bottom of the letter would be sealed with the Josephite emblem The Imperial Census: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/193673-imperial-census-1777-1787/

SURNAME: Halcourt FIRST NAME: Augustus Louis ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: 1 Helena Bazaar DATE OF BIRTH: 1749 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire? Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes ((MC NAME)): ColonelSprinklez

SURNAME: Halcourt FIRST NAME: Augustus Louis ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: 1 Helena Bazaar DATE OF BIRTH: 1749 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire? Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes ((MC NAME)): ColonelSprinklez

A certain Yugio Romanovich would welcome his old friend, “Good greet friend! You no bring any cheese, da...?”

Edward Gustave Falkenrath Sprinkles#2243 Count Tier

I think cannons and such could be great for rp visuals and such. Cannons on the walls and battlements of forts could be incredible. In WCs I think they could still work, though they’d need a very hefty cost. For handheld rifles, I think that the most basic of weaponry could work. Anything past 1699 is a no from myself, but something with a long reload time, a good chance of missing, and perhaps a small chance for misfire could be successfully implemented. My only fear is that once this gets approved, what’s next? Skyscrapers? Atom bombs? Laser weaponry? Overall it’s a cautious yes from myself, but it’s certainly a difficult decision.

Claudius sat beside the small fire, wary of the frostbite on his fingers. He was suddenly aware of something. Like he felt something drop. Maybe something was wrong, even more wrong than his situation already was. Of course, he didn’t drop anything. His logical mind went to work and found nothing that could have fallen. “Must have been the wind, or perhaps something from these trees. . .” Claudius thought to himself. And then, “Or, perhaps my sanity. . .” He pondered for a moment, somewhat grateful for the strange event to keep him momentarily distracted from his miserable self.

Claudius stood on the balcony on his castle, Chateau d’ Halcourt, and thought, something he did often. He gazed up at the stars as the cool night air hit his face. Most nights he thought about politics or schemes. He pondered political meetings, both future ones and past. He attempted to unravel non-existent plots against him, concocted by his enemies. He thought of his plans for his barony that would soon be built to cover the empty island of his that he looked over then. But this was not most nights. Tonight he thought about his daughter’s near death, something that was troubling him very much. It was unusual, for he was almost never surprised or at a loss for words. No, he had contingencies for that. Many contingencies for nearly every possible scenario that was not in his favor, and he was working on the rest. He lived in a metaphorical bubble, not doing anything that he did not plan rigorously. But then he realized something, something he had not before. He came to the realization that he had made all of these contingency plans for himself, but not for others. This was a habit that had happened a very long time ago, when he did not care for others unless they were integral to his success. But now, he did have a few others he cared about. namely, his wife and children. He could have been making plans for his family, not just himself. He was the reason his daughter had nearly died. Claudius was so shaken by this revelation that he physically staggered back. The realization hit him like a rock flung from a catapult. He realized the he had been a bad father, a bad husband, and a bad man. He had cared about his family, but not more than he cared about himself. This changed, that night on the balcony. He was so overwhelmed with guilt that his heart began to ache. If Claudius was his usual self in this instance, he would have questioned why his emotions were having somewhat of a change on his physical health, but he was in no state of mind to do so then. He rushed back inside, going to kiss his sleeping wife gently on the forehead before rushing out the door. He hurried up to the gates of Avalain, the city he knew so well. “Name, purpose, and reas-” The guard monitoring the gates said, before realizing who Claudius was. “Go on ahead, M’lord.” He said, bowing his head in respect. “Claudius.” He corrected the guard as he sped into the city. Claudius got a few fake smiles on his way through the city. He knew they were fake because he gave his own fake smiles so often. He knew what they looked like. “Good afternoon, my lord,” The teller of the bank said to Claudius’ approach. “Another deposit to make?” Claudius looked at the man. “A withdrawal, in fact. And it’s just Claudius.” He said, correcting the teller as he had the guard. “No problem, ah, Claudius. How much with you withdraw today?” Claudius gave a faint smile through his overwhelming guilt, a smile that had not been seen by anyone in a very long time. “All of it.” The bank teller looked surprised. “Are you sure?” He asked, tentatively. “Oui, all of it.” Claudius said, with his well known determination. “Very well,” The teller said, handing Claudius his quite literal fortune. “Good day my l- Claudius.” Claudius nodded to the man before hurrying away just as fast as he had came. He continued to think about his negligence, his failure to protect anyone but himself. As he ran through the city, he came across a homeless beggar. “My lord, if you could spare a few minas for food. . .” The man quietly said to Claudius. On most days, he wouldn’t have even looked. But today was different. He reached out and gave the man over 300 minas. He didn’t even pause to hear the beggar’s thanks as he continued to rush out of the city. Claudius arrived back at his castle, and was surprised to find that his first thought was “How many families could I have fed with the funds it took to build this place?” He pondered this for a moment. “An inexcusable amount of families.” He said, another wave of guilt hitting him. He got inside and sat at his desk, seeing the plans for Artois all around him. “My children will be able to build this. To accomplish my dream.” He thought, another slight genuine smile escaping him. “Or maybe they won’t. I’ve been such a bad father, maybe they won’t feel like accomplishing my dream.” He thought sadly, the guilt still throbbing in his chest. He began to write a note to his family. “Dear lovely family, I’ve been terrible to you all, I realize this now. And I am sorry. The guilt I possess is immeasurable. You all do not deserve to continue living the monster that I am. I love you all more than I love myself by an infinite magnitude. I wish you nothing but success and happiness. All of my assets will be left to you four. I love you. -Your Terrible Father, Claudius Halcourt. Claudius then rushed out of the door, back into the cold. He wondered if his family would miss him, as he walked away from his island and the city he grew up in. Perhaps they would. “Wishful thinking.” He thought with an inward sigh. Claudius was suddenly aware of his very expensive coat he was wearing, and was so disgusted he took it off and threw it into the trees. He continued to walk, wondering why he wasn’t crying by now. “Because the monster isn’t capable of it.” He sneered at himself, and he was somewhat right. He had trained himself not to cry, and so he didn’t as he walked along the road. He didn’t know where he was going, but hopefully he wouldn’t hurt anyone else wherever he ended up. The guilt throbbed through him, as the almighty Claudius Halcourt was defeated by himself. (OOC: Thank you all for the incredible journey Claudius has been, everyone who I’ve met through him and everyone I’ve had an impact on. He’s been such a fun character to play, so thank you for everyone who made it possible. I love every single one of you.

Yugioslav smiles. “That’s Yugio name on paper!”