FredrickTeufel

Username: FredrickTeufel Character Name: Elliot Florent Devereux Affiliation: Empire of Man | Alba Desired Rank : Reserves Which games will you be attending?: The Siege

✠ Discord & IGN Usernames: fredrickteufel & FredrickTeufel ✠ Full Legal Name: Haythem Bonvallet ✠ Residence (Must be within constituency): Deveroad 4 ✠ Age (Must be over 18): 49 ✠ I, a property owner in Alba, cast two votes in favor of… ✠ Rothwin Aldor ✠ Aviel Helfgott

Elliot Florent Devereux Looks about the room in which he was born, looks to his twin, and begins to cry.

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Haythem Bonvallet would find himself in the moment attempting to perfectly angle the poster, his eyes going to a squint before he'd finally appear happy with his work. "My lord, I do believe this is the best it can get on cobbled stone." he'd proclaim, stepping back from the advertisement, and looking over to the Regent of Trier with a smirk. "This surely shall increase the fame of our vintage."

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Name: Prince Allerick Rostova Affiliation: Ravenmire Relevant Titles or Aliases: Duke of Eredmar, the Red Prince

The Red Prince, Allerick Rostova glanced over the royal decree of his brother. His eyes going wide as he fully grasped the words and their meaning. He'd glance up from his desk and look out the window over the Duchy he ruled over. His eyes gazed at the skies above the lakes of Aevos's East. "Another duty. I'll uphold it as best I can"

Prince Allerick Rostova looked to the parchment held within his hands. His eyes seeming to beam brightly then, the grant of peerage had finally arrived, stamped with the seal of the Crown Prince no less. "Seems that I may finally truly call you my own home. My beloved estate, my Duchy of Eredmar." He folded the parchment away, and walked back within the estate of Eredmar. Where he would now serve as it's custodian, guarding against whatever may lurk south of Ravenmire.

The Red Prince could be found be found within the Ducal tower of Eredmar gazing over different pieces of parchment. Each one depicting different shades of red that his sister had provided him from her shop. He'd look puzzled. "A dark red might clash too much with a golden yellow, but a bright red would clash to much with the white!" he'd exclaim loudly before tossing the parchment off to the side from his desk and giving a heavy grumble. "Just go with maroon, you can never go wrong with maroon Allerick!"

The Red Prince, Allerick Rostova read over the contents of the parchment before lowering it back down flat upon the desk at which he sat. His eyes drawing to a narrow. "Emergency powers they may be, but I trust my brother shall use them well." he'd pause then, going to glance once more at the page before continuing to mutter to himself. "Why crown prince, isn't that normally for heir's. I thought he was the heir already."

Prince Allerick Rostova's hand went to quickly swip a quil across yet another parchment, the ink spilling across the page then in a savage hurry as he wrote more and more. It would seem he had done more writing in recent days instead of holding a sword. His breath came heavy to him then as he finished, heading over to the aviary then. His boots lightly trod against the cobbled streets of Earosgrad. His eyes drawing to a close then. "I pray they've not yet forgotten me. I've at least not forgotten them. . ."