Setsuko_

This is awesome! Bless your soul lol, and thank you for clarifying!

You know me, I'd kill for character art lmao I did organize them into a doc because it's easier https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p_95gMJ-mEGyrMXWvgUoMGFIFvTVQ-MkdPu-AcRb87g/edit?usp=sharing Age: 43 I think (though he's adunian so he doesn't look a day past 27) Personality: Usually stern and commanding, especially once he dawns his armor, devoted to what he believes in, get's flustered easy when someone acts motherly to him, a field tactician with the fatal flaw of abandoning reason and logic once injured in favor of shock violence Gender Expression: no idea what this means, tbh. He's a very stereotypical strong guy type, save for when flustered, then he just acts annoyed

From his post, guarding The Tower, Edward Thuri-Elendil watched the night's surroundings with his ever vigilant eyes. The aurum bardiche hung loosely in his grasp, the polearm resting in the grass on it's other end. A courier begins to step up the path leading to the tower with a hastened step, bounding two at a time. Edward stands, too tired and injured from the Crackadonk fight mere hours before to even tighten his grip upon the polearm, watches with an idle gaze. At last the man approaches, offering a letter to Edward himself. It bore the crest of House O'Rourke, his birth home. He gives a small sigh, taking the missive and giving a tired nod of approval. He opens the letter, flexing his broken right hand gingerly. As he reads, all that escapes him as his eyes drift over the words is a small pained sigh. Though the man had left that life behind him after finding himself alone, he still felt a sadness at the loss. "Boed iddo orffwys yn dda" he says to nobody, being the only standing guard. He says a prayer to the ancestors of the O'Rourke and Elendil line, asking for them to receive their newest ancestor with pride. He takes a mental note as he looks out into the night once more, a saddened gaze upon him.

From the edge of the group, a heavily armored Adunian man stood, watching with keen olive eyes. Edward frowns as he glances to the map, studying it quietly. Finally his voice came from the back, quiet yet stern. "How many do you think've been taken so far?"

A spot covered man, clad in dented and damaged plate, sat beside his fellow Rangers. All around, they bore the signs of their conflict, soot and ash stained their faces and clothes, his comrades in armor bore the same dents and scratches. Cillian bowed his head for a moment, wiping away the blood that had continued to run from his nose with a cloth. Beside him, another flexed their Animii hand absently, looking on as the others spoke. The man handed over a water flask, to which Cillian gratefully accepted. As he took a swig, he felt his scorched throat both scream in protest and cry in relief. He handed it back as his gaze rose to the group, forcing himself to stand despite the exhaustion and damage his body had sustained. He moved to stand beside a blindfolded ranger, crossing his arms as he listened to the conversation, his friend moving to stand upon the blindfolded ranger’s other side. With a glance over the Rangers, Cillian couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pride snake up his back. Despite everything, each member still stood. Proud, strong, alive.

From his cabin, as he brought in firewood for the night's fire, Cillian O'Rourke read the missive left on his porch, giving a soft sigh. Though not Orenian any further, he still stood straight, giving one last salute for a Captain he had served under. From the other side of the room, a small blonde boy seemed to watch his father curiously, unaware of the salute's meaning as his little legs swung off the side of the chair.

Cillian O'Rourke's jaw drops as he reads the missive. He looks up to his empty office, an excited smile upon his face.

As he entered his study, Cillian O'Rourke was met by a courier boy, holding a missive. He frowns softly, his hands currently occupied as he used a towel to wipe them clean of the blood that dirtied them, the front of his vest equally caked in the substance. "Read it aloud for me lad" he says in his ever soft tone as he stepped to his desk, dropping the dirty towel upon the edge to retrieve a chalice and the bottle of watered down wine that rested upon the dark oaken desk. As he uncorked and poured the wine, the boy read the missive aloud. "It seems, Ser, that the Sedanians are upset" the boy comments as he finishes the missive, his tone laced with worry. Cillian, who'd sat by this point and began to rummage through his papers, did not bother raising his eyes from the document he currently gazed upon. "And?" Upon met with silence, the man looked up to the boy, who wore a puzzled expression before quickly shaking his head, dismissing his own words. Cillian just gave the boy a simple nod, excusing him as he sat a few coins on the edge of the desk for him. "Keep me updated if anyone of importance has anything to say." The boy gave a quick nod, collected the coins and vanished through the door, leaving the surgeon and lawmaker to sip his wine and work in peace, relaxed as ever.

Username: Setsuko RP Name: James SentinelAddress: Raven HallVote: Eliza Raven-Sentinel

From off in the distance, a Familiar Blonde Man watches, a shawl over his aged suit. His hair turning grey and his good eye alight with a knowledge gained with age. He watches the merriment with a smile upon his now wrinkled face before stepping away, heading back down the road. "You all did wonderful. Thank you" comes a raspy voice, to no one but himself as he once more covers his face and makes for the desert. This would be the last anyone sees of the man, and the last the man would see of his beloved Rhein.

Cillian O'Rourke idly tends to his wounds in the clinic, eying the missive numbly. "No mention of a bleeding hostage on the road, or the fact that the MoJ actively made the situation worse? And who will pay for the damages to the hospital?" His words fell to no ears as he sat alone, his clinic in ruins and glass covering the floor. He thought for a moment to where he had been helpless as the MoJ advanced, disregarding Cillian's life to instead apprehend Anton to get some fleeting fame and reputation. As one of the clinic maid stepped in, bringing with her clean bedsheets, she stopped as she spotted the bleeding surgeon. He let out a sigh. "No treatment to any in uniform whist I am attending." His orders were brisk and subtle, but the maid seemed to pale slightly before nodding quick and stepping back out the door, leaving the sheets stacked on the counter.

From the streets, as he strolled through with his wife and newborn, Edward Thuri reads the missive. He flexes his left hand, still regaining function. He let's out a tired sigh. "Amateurs. Action above words, always." he mutters. When his wife looks to him, brow raised questioningly, he shakes his head before crumbing the missive and shoving it into his pocket. As they trot on, his mind strays while he thinks of a safe place to go.

RP Name: Cillian O’RourkeMC Name: Setsuko_Voted: Yes :)

Heart Calming Solution Recipe: Aqua Vitae Peace x2 Order x1 Life x2 Procedure: Begin by warming the aqua vitae base over a low flame, slowly adding in the reagents into the mix in their listed order and mixing thoroughly as each is added. After all three are added, turn to a high heat in order to boil the liquid away until only a crystalline powder remains. Pour this remaining powder into a mortar and pestle and grind until it is an extremely fine dust before pouring the result into a sterile bottle. Effects: When added to a drink, mixed until the powder dissolves completely, and then consumed, the powder acts as a stabilizer for any individual suffering from heart related conditions. Individuals suffering from an unstable heartbeat would have their heartbeat stabilized for one narrative day. Anyone prone to heart attacks would find their chances lessened significantly, though highly stressful circumstances still pose a chance of causing the onset of a cardiac incident. - Must be added to a drink or food, cannot be directly ingested - Does not affect anyone who does not suffer from any heart complications - Tier 1, Common - Does not require ST Signing =================================================================== Headache Reliever Recipe: Distilled Water base Clarity x2 Balance x2 A spoonful of honey Procedure: Mix the reagents, in no specific order, into a distilled water base before setting over a medium heat and bringing to a boil. Once the mixture begins to boil take it off of its heat and a spoonful of honey should be added in as it is stirred and then set to cool. Once it has cooled, the mixture is poured onto a small vial, a texture and consistency like that of a syrup. Half a vial shall count as one dosage, a single mixture of Headache Reliever equal to two dosages. Effects: If a single dose is ingested, with or without assistance of a liquid, while a descendant is suffering from a headache their pain will be dulled relative to the cause. Stress or exhaustion based headaches, or headaches along this vein of cause, will be mostly nullified for 2-3 narrative hours, while any headache caused by an injury will be halved for 1-2 hours. Over-dosage, as in two or more doses ingested at once, will leave the user nauseous and susceptible to vomiting. - Overdosage is non-lethal - If taken while not affected by a headache, it will instead cause it’s overdose effects - Tier 1, Common - Does not require ST Signing

[!] Pinned up outside the pint is a poster for all patrons to see. Inside the pint, the man himself can be seen in his suit vest and slacks, toiling away in the absence of his brother. His daughter can usually be seen working alongside him as the serve patrons and speak with one another. Cillian O'Rourke Mayoral Candidate of 1830 To my esteemed fellow citizens, Many of you know me by name or by station, or simply have seen me in passing. For Fifteen years I have worked, sweat and bleed for this wonderful nation. Yet though I have devoted most of my life to this nation, I feel I have alienated myself from it's more intricate and noble populace. Indeed, I have always spoken as a representative of the working class, despite my last name and my family's noble status. I stand as the attending Doctor for Providence, devoting myself to the titanic challenge of medical mastery in the name of serving my fellow countrymen. I have achieved my own goals through merit and no small amount of effort. I studied tirelessly in the Imperial State Army, albeit my instructors had to reign in my more youthful and vein self. As an Alderman, I made my first priority something many had cried out about and wished changed. This is what I wish to do now. You will not find me seeking my own motives or pursuing fleeting dreams of grandeur. Instead, you will find me here at Paddy's Pint or at the clinic. You will be served food and drink by me, or even stitched up by me, while you speak to me as a descendent and not as a mayor. I will listen to your worries and your ideas, just as I always have. There have been times where I have had hot blooded debates, and those who I have had them with I find to hold in a high regard given their convictions and their ideas. It is my hope, as Lord Mayor of Providence that when someone wishes to see a change or have their voice heard, it is me standing there readily taking notes. Providence is our home, and I have never stopped serving this home. My promise to you here and now isn't of glory and reputation, it is the promise that you can depend on me to continue doing so in the name of this beautiful nation of Oren. May GOD smile down upon each of you, and guide us all in our every day walks of life.

Ah yes, now whenever an ST Event creature pops up I can mag-dump it with slayersteel 5.56, as GOD intended.

As Cillian O'Rourke cleaned inside the clinic, he reads the paper with a frown. "My dear brother, I pray you are safe... wherever you may be." He continues to work, the brother he was closest to absent from his life. He had been noticeably more reserved and jaded since.

1. Full Name of the Candidate: Cillian O'Rourke 2. Age of the Candidate: 29 3. Street Address of the Candidate: Pompourelia 6 4. Position the Candidate is Running For: Lord Mayor

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From the clinic, Cillian O'Rourke reads the missive. "Good work today, all around." he says to the medical staff present during the sudden operations

Cillian O'Rourke scans the document, not seeing his aunt's name on the list. He shakes his head in disappointment.

From in the desert, Alexander du Casse frowns as the rich political landscape of Sutica's vassals is completely glossed over

As he worked on one of the ships, Cillian O'Rourke read the missive that was handed to him by one of the ships mates. "Disappointments to their name and their country." he whispered to himself. Folding the missive and stowing it away, he glances back up to the deck. "Oi! Keep tight and heave to, I want 'er ready to make sail within a moment's notice!" he barks out, watching the sailors begin to scurry around the deck. He frowns as he takes his place next to the helm, an uneasy feeling crawling up his back.

Full Name of the Candidate: Cillian O'Rourke Age of the Candidate: 26 Street Address of the Candidate: 1 O'Rourke Heights What office Head Clerk/Sheriff office: Head Clerk

RP Name: Cillian O'Rourke MC Name: Setsuko_ Voted: Yes