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Archie Castelo quickly glances through the missive, him sighing. "Put 'randpa's name to s'ame, cousin. 'ope ya learn w'at's rig't 'n' wron' in t'e future, or losin' t'e family name ain't 'oin' to be the worst t'in' to come." He shakes his head, him showing a small smile as he hands the missive to Petrysa, whom was sitting next to him. "Look at t'is!" He gave a light chuckle. "'e finally 'ot w'at's comin' to 'em. 'ope 'e learns 'is lesson, aye?"

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The young Leopold tilts his head as he looks at the poster, the boy of eight not being able to read. He then looks at the picture of Athri, the boy’s eyes furrowing. ”MEAN MADEMOISELLE QUI PUSHED MOI INTO LE WATER!!” He shouts as he recognizes her, him tugging the sleeve of a passerby for them to read the poster for him. They quickly read it over for the young and dirty boy, him then giggling a bit at the thought of anyone wanting the ‘mean mademoiselle.’ “JE WILL COME TO LE ‘BIÈRE NUIT’ T-TO....” He shouts, him then pausing for he has no idea why he would come. ”J-JE WILL JUST COME!!” 

Archie Castelo quickly reads the poster, him raising a brow with a chuckle. ”So, Athri tree lady’s lookin’ for a new partner.” He scoffs as he rolls his eyes. ”Why would anyone want to be with a dirty Nordling dog like her? Hope anyone who might fall for her realizes she kidnapped a eleven year old boy, and almost his six year old little brother, then adopted him just because his parents weren’t around much. To think I could’ve grown up as the son of such a dog, and maybe even became a knight under their horrible ‘Order.’ Or rather a group of random men and women, most not of noble birth and only peasants, who trained for a mere 5 years just to serve that ‘King’ of theirs.” He rips the poster off the wall, him stuffing it in his pocket to throw into the fire of his home in Kaedrin. ”At least if I become a squire in the Palatine Guard under my father, Grandmaster Ademar, I’ll be protecting the Church instead of some city on a rock with a tree that dead men hang off of.” The teen then quickly walks off into the streets of Helena.

18 minutes ago, SophiaTsu said:

((Vincent has been gone for several irp years and Alli is convinced that he’s dead, just everyone else. Same as Athri. I don’t know if irply yall are exiled, but if not, your characters kind of up and disappeared, like Alli’s sons. Like I said, feel free to dm me!)

((They weren’t exiled or whatever, but irp Vincent was mad that you guys dissolved Order and a couple other things, which he took as an attack on his culture and name ig. Like I’m not mad, just pointing out that Alli most likely knows he’s alive. Though besides her and Athri, nobody else does. All they know is that he left I think, so Alli may think he’s dead, or she may not, idc if she does or doesn’t. But ya, sorry for wasting your time lmao. It’s just I might bring Vincent back one day and wanted to clear that up ig.))

((Vincent and Athri aren’t dead lmao, but mk.))

Vincent Lucien Onfroi would be read the missive by a passerby, the young man perking a brow. ”W’a’ ‘appen’d tu dessol’en’ t’eh Orda’ o’ t’eh Ra’’it? Me t’oug’t t’at we kud nay ‘o ‘oi Ser er Dame anehmors. T’at was t’eh main reasen me lef’ Darra’mere, er rat’a’ Mors’rad nows. Me supposes t’at t’ose w’o lef’ fer t’ey kud nay unda’stand w’oi ya wud dessol’e our kulta’ kannay ‘ave t’eh toitles t’at t’ey ern’d, aye?” He scoffs. “Well me ‘opes ya ‘ave funs destroien’ t’eh Damerian kulta’ ‘famileh.’  Er rat’a’ sum people w’o took me en w’en me was foine le’en’ on t’eh streets o’ Talen’s ‘rotta’.” He sighs, taking the missive back, tossing it into a nearby fire. ”Me well ‘e off enjoien’ me loife on t’eh streets a’ain.” He sighs again, looking up to the skies. ”’OPE YA ‘APPEH!” He shouts, shaking his fist in the air, the young man then walking off, perhaps to take a trip at sea for a while.

Ramon Emilio Lo’Reta Rojas would hear of his brother-in-law’s death, dropping to his knees. The only person left from his family that still wasn’t dead, crazy, a plant thing, or just rude and never talked to him, is gone forever. The young boy clenched his left fist as he stared at the ground, tears rolling off his cheeks. He would hear that Bjorn, too, lost his right arm, just as Ramon did when he was 13. He sighed, remembering Bjorn’s face when he saw the young boy, his right sleeve empty. Many memories went through his head, from the first time he met Bjorn, that same day he lost his arm, to the last, at the tavern in Haense, as they drank ale together. He wished he could’ve been there, even just to comfort Bjorn, but he wasn’t, he was in Helena, still sitting in the same alley he had been in for years, thinking on how to get a job. The boy would slowly stand up, leaning on the wall next to him, wiping his tears. He grabbed his axe, slowly starting to walk out of Helena, dragging it on the ground, his body weak. He quickened his pace, starting to walk fast, lifting his axe off the ground, running now. As he ran out of the gates of Helena, he darted into the woods, just needing something to hit. When he get deep enough, he started to hack at a tree, tears forming again. He’d continue until he cut it down, eventually doing so, falling to the ground, both in exhaustion and in sadness. The boy looks up to the sky.  ”May you find peace, brother.” He would look back down as he cried, praying for Bjorn. Many emotions would continue to haunt him for quite a few weeks, both awake and in his dreams: Anger, grief, sorrow, guilt, and pity for Gabriella, Ubbe, and Einar, Bjorn’s wife and children. The boy would make it his vow both to kill Bralt, or to at least help in his demise, as well as to follow in Bjorn’s footsteps, maybe able to become as great a man as him.

Ramon Lo’Reta Rojas sighs, shaking his head as he reads the ruling of the case, remembering the boy from when he was 12, seeing him work and manage the tavern. He then remembers the boy’s mother, and how she committed crimes right before she had adopted the young Ramon, and how sad Lloyd and himself were when she was executed. ”They do know that the boy is about 10, right? Though he is most likely guilty, he does not deserve such a long or harsh punishment. I would never wish that of a man at 20 who committed those same crimes!” He said to himself, not wishing to displease others, or the men who the crimes were committed against, especially Mr. Galbraith, as he saw him take the boy in the other day, Lloyd not seeming to understand what was happening, or seeming to speak against it. Odd... ”There goes the Sokolov’s.” He says to himself again, shaking his head once more.  ”Like mother like son.” The boy crumbles the document, stuffing it in his pocket, not having a fire near him.

Young Vincent Onfroi would be smoking outside the tavern as he continued to peep inside as Athri wrote up the menu, hiding against the wall as she came to post it on the wall. The boy would try not to be spotted after Athri had told him to stop smoking earlier, though the dumb child wouldn’t listen, and smoked right outside where she was. After she had left, he gave a sigh, going to see the new menu, annoyed as the many wines he had given her, Maiden’s Blush, were on the list. Knowing one of them was take by Jolfrey, in which the young boy had knocked out twice in one smooth swing each, he smiled, giving a snicker at the memory. Then, he walked away, going to find somewhere to smoke where he won’t be spotted.

Full Name: Juliyas Stephan Koskov

Date of Birth: 1749

Place of Birth: Haense

Race: Highlander

Gender: male

Address [If not applicable; N/A]: N/A

Imperial Census Completed, [Y/N]: Y

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/189457-imperial-census-1757-1767/

Status of Blood [Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, Former Nobility, etc.]: Commoner

State your purpose for enlisting: To protect and serve my people.

OOC

Username: Adrian_Games

Discord: Adrian_Games#3720

MC Name: Adrian_Games

Character's Name: S'Jider'Daro Rawibiri

Character's Age: 9

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Transformed form:

         Kha'Pantera

Creator's MC Name:

         Metztli

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         Metztli

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The Kharajyr are a race of humanoid cats that tend t stand at 5’2”-6’4”, and weigh 130-310 lbs. They are covered in fur, the color depending on the four subraces, the Kha’Pantera, the Kha’Tigrasi, the Kha’Cheetrah, and the Kha’Leparda. The Kha’Pantera is the only Kharajyr with natural black or dark fur, and is considered the best at stealth and thievery among the subraces. Strongest, and maybe the mightiest of all the subraces is the Kha’Tigrasi, it’s fur pattern that of a tigers. The smallest and fastest of the Kharajyr, the Kha’Cheetrah, has more golden colored fur than the Kha’Leparda, as well as spot all over their body. Last is the Kha’Leparda, who tend to not be a master in any area, but average, and have light brown fur, with spots, or even rings. Kharajyr tend to reach the maturity about 15, before that called kittens or cubs. After they reach the age of about 130, their aging process speeds up rapidly,  before that not aging much at all, and tend to die at about 150. Since they were made from ocelots and elves, the retain some of the features from both such as, digitigrade legs, their fur coat, their tail, their pointed and jointed ears, elongated snout or maw, retractable paws in the toes and feet, a dewclaw, and palms in the shape of paws from the ocelot. They are also a biped, and have opposable thumbs from the elves. The Kharajyr tend to wear thin, light layers to keep them cool from the heat. The higher-caste tend to wear more colors when available, and the lower-caste wearing natural browns and greens. They also dye their fur for camouflage and and war paints, however, it’s frowned upon to dye your fur for any other reason, especially to mimic another subrace’s fur. Silver, a religious symbol of the moons color, gold, used to show your status in wealth, and sometimes glass, are worne as jewelry, normally in necklaces, earrings, rings, and bracelets. Body armor is also worne, which is normally lightweight padded armor, or leather. 

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IGN (MC Username): Adrian_Games

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Likes: Pets, toys, cloths, and weapons.

Dislikes: Spiders, books, plants, and food.