Travisty

Moving Onwards

With the cruel execution of my beloved sister, the title Baron of Castile now falls upon myself to take responsibility. As such I am inclined to continue the unfinished work my sister left behind due to her life being cut short. Vampire or not, and this is not to say I condone vampirism by any means, I hold nothing but love and respect both towards her and her husband for the two have done nothing but prove their own unwavering strength and prowess time and time again. Amounting to what my sister had been to all who had known her will not be an easy task by any means, but I will not allow her undignified death to be what others remember the most honorable Lady Ottilie Franziska. Instead, I will ensure her legacy lives on through her work and through my own. 

My sister had often confided in me her suspicions surrounding the interests of her executioner on the topic of Castile time and time again. With that in mind, her final words prior to her own shameful beheading, and the orphaning of my nieces and nephews, I make my first decision as the new Baron of Castile: 

His "Serene" Highness, Joseph de Joannes, and his descendants are to never receive the title of Castile from this point onwards, regardless of what may happen hereafter. Neither in this lifetime, nor the next. 

To do so would only prove to be a greater insult to the already undignified death of a brilliant mind. As her brother respecting her final wishes is the very least I can do during this time of grieving. I give my sincerest condolences towards her children, her closest friends, and all those Ottilie held dear. 

Signed,

The Most Honourable, Lord Arthur Roderic Castile, Baron of Castile

Makoto Iekami was nearly inconsolable upon hearing the news of his closest friends’ execution the moment he returned from his travels, he remained in his office grief stricken. His heart broke for the children who had just lost their parents. 

Arthur Roderic, at first, was in denial refusing to believe his very own sister had been executed. However, that denial was soon replaced by pure anger and hostility towards the man who publicly beheaded his beloved sister as if she were some lowly pig, leaving his poor nieces and nephews without parents.

The Opening of Sedan Academie

Introduction

Mister Makoto Iekami and Miss Ipera Antoinette Varoche are pleased to announce the opening of the Sedan Academie. Sedan Academie hopes to fulfill the educational needs of the principality and bring about the brilliant minds and potential of the next generation. In order to do such, a variety of classes will be hosted for children of all ages to attend. Such classes include:

• Literature

• History

• Mathematics 

• Writing

• Etiquette

• Public Speaking

Activities will be planned to encourage their creativity and physical activity as well, for the time being current lessons and activities to fulfill those needs are:

• Piano Lessons

• Violin Lessons

• Art activities

• Nature walks 

• Equestrian Classes

• Basic Swordsmanship

A definitive class schedule will be posted before classes begin, until then registration is open for parents to sign their children up for lessons.

Teachers:

Olessya Irene Amador

Ipera Antoinette Varoche

Viktoriya Barclay

Makoto Iekami

Masashi Iekami

Ottilie Franziska Jazloviecki 

Amicia de Joannes

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Signed, 

Her Serene Highness, Princess Augustina Theorosia de Joannes, Princess-Consort of Sedan, Princess of Balian, Baroness-Consort of Ponce

Her Highness, Amicia de Joannes, Princess-Dowager of Sedan

The Most Honourable, Lady Ottilie Jazloviecki, Margavine-Consort of Grodno, Baroness of Castille, Member of the Princess Council

Olessya Irene Amador, Matriarch of House Amador, Member of the Princess Council

Viktoriya Barclay, Governess of Sedan, Member of the Princess Council

Mister Makoto Iekami, Governor of Grodno

Ipera Antionette Varoche, Court Tutor

Makoto Iekami was excited for yet another eventful women's event, since his young cousin had enjoyed the last event greatly herself we was sure to let her know about the upcoming soirée. 

Makoto Iekami would frown upon seeing the Princess's name not included on the missive. 

Of course Makoto Iekami planned on going as he was the Margravine's honorary woman. 

@Pompilidae Updated ^^ 

MC Name:

         Trxvisty

Character's Name:

         Biscoff

Character's Age:

         16

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Musin

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

A Musin is a small creature native to Almaris. They are small in size and have mouse-like features, varying in colors such tan, black, white, and gray. They have beady eyes that can be black, red, or pink in color. They stand no taller than 2'6" in height with a healthy musin weighing around 20-30 lbs. Musin are much more keen on staying hygienic compared to other rodents, grooming themselves up to three times a day. To most signs of aging are hardly noticeable, however as they mature they begin to pale in color with their pink paws losing pigment. Due to a musin's small size they are among the weakest creatures in Almaris and have poor eyesight, which they make up for in their ability to be nimble footed and agile and their superior sense of hearing. Musin prefer to lead a peaceful and non-confrontational life style, and would rather flee than fight whenever possible. 

Musin were once oppressed by the Ratiki, their much larger and stronger counterpart, while living on Rat Island. However, after the Runt Revolt those that survived managed to  flee and ended up landing in East Almaris where they would meet the Giant. The Giant gifted to them the knowledge on how to lead better lives, and altered their anatomy so they could live longer during his final moments as an expression of gratitude for their companionship. After the death of the Giant, the Musin set out to recreate the pristine world they had been told about about, developing a culture of their own completely different than their violent counterparts, valuing a civilized, clean, and pacifist lifestyle while still carrying the desire to scavenge and use items that aren't there's due to thievery being built into them. Musin cannot learn magic because of their lesser souls. 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Biscoff is on the smaller side height wise for a musin, only measuring to a measly 1'9" and weighing about 22 lbs. She has beady black eyes and her fur is mostly white with a tan banded pattern. Biscoff takes great pride in her short and sleek fur coat which she takes extra care to keep looking sheen. She dawns an ill-fitted blue and white dress complete with a patchwork apron, both of which made with recycled material. 

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         Yes.

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         Yes.

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand.

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         No.

Discord tag: trabbis#9772

MC name: Trxvisty
RP Name: Makoto Iekami
RP Age: 19

Are you entering as Commoner/Knight/Champion of a peer?: Commoner

A Knife Through the Heart

The sound of rain provided a peaceful atmosphere that greatly contrasted with the events that had just transpired. Two murder cases would soon become three as the body of the Argent Legion's own Commander, Genkai Iekami, would be found laying outside of his manor just beyond the walls of the City of Krakovia.

An attack that lasted only mere minutes felt like eternity for the Oyashiman, his final moments were not spent pleading for his life but instead reflected on everything leading up to his tragic situation, and in that period it was as though time stopped, all the while he maintained eye contact with his heartless assailant. A cold hearted individual who had chosen to kill the one man who was willing to listen, choosing instead to silence him. In those final moments Genkai thought about all the regrets he carried with him, all the tragedy and emotional turmoil he experienced over the years weighing on him at that moment. If he had known he would die on what should have been a joyous day he would have taken the time to tell his friends so many things that would now go unsaid. Things such as how he was proud at what they were able to accomplish in their own lives, especially Borys Jazloviecki, a man he held to the highest regard for as long as they had known each other. He would have thanked them all for the memories he would always carry with him and the adventure he was able to experience. 

As much as he wished he could come out of this attack alive, he felt some comfort in knowing that his final resting place was in a city he watched rise from the ground up, and that he would finally be free from the pattern of tragedy that never seemed to fail in finding him. Finally, after 20 years, he was somewhere he could call home, somewhere where he felt he truly belonged. Genkai Iekami would die not regretting a single moment he spent with the men he met and had grown close to. If only he could have heard their voices just one last time even if it was to bid farewell until they met again, and he longed even more so to see his eldest son one more time as there was plenty he had wanted to tell him that his pride never allowed for him to and so foolishly thought he had the time to do so. Instead, he heard the stone cold voice of his killer as time seemed to speed up once again. 

As his vision grew black, he heard one thing, the very last thing he would ever hear again as he struggled to survive, the pool of  blood growing larger underneath him: 

"You're making a mess."

The killer lifted the blade they had disarmed from the Commander and used it to deal the final killing blow. It was impaled right through the man's chest. And, for a moment, the Oyashiman felt a blinding pain.

And then he felt nothing more.

Genkai Iekami grabbed his sharpened blade, humming a joyful tune after reading the missive, "She will face the wrath of the rising sun, justly so. Such is the end of a fool." 

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Discord: trabbis#9772

Persona name: Genkai Iekami 

Persona race: Human

Persona age: 32

Position: Private

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Full Name: Genkai Iekami
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Religion: Undefined

Username: WhatATrav

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