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Character Name: Ser Captain Edmund 'Ed' Arryn Nicknames: Hawk, Ed. Age: 33 Gender: Male Race: Human, Crownlander Status: Bored Description Height: 5'10 Weight: 180 pounds Body Type: Muscular Eyes: Lightish Grey Hair: Dark Brown Skin: Dry, Rough Markings/Tattoos: Scar from hair cutting accident, lost his left ear Health: In shape Personality: Rash, Arrogant, fool-hardy, cynical, strong-willed, wroth, somewhat greedy, proudful, deceitful, Ambitious, arbitrary. Inventory: Sword(long), Shield(heather), flaying dagger(curved), bow(long). Pack of food, armor (helmet, chestplate, greaves, gauntlets, gorget, iron lined boots, shin guards, shoulder guards.) Further Details: Is a marathoner, running to and fro in Anthos, rarely stopping, is a mountain trekker, swimmer, good swordsman, has above-average reflexes, good eyesight. Life Style: Alignment*: Lawful Evil (only in affect with his superiors) Deity*: The Creator Religion: The Reformed Faith Alliance/Nation/Home: House Flay, Kingdom of Galahar, Island of Galahar Job/Class: Captain Title(s): Knight Captain Profession(s): Swordsman, longbowman, spearman, crossbowman. Special Skill(s): Witty speaker, sharp mind. Flaw(s): Says before thinking, arrogant. Magic* Current Status: N/A Arch-type: N/A Sub-Type: N/A Rank: N/A Weakness(es): N/A Strength(s): N/A Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: Offensive, aggressive. Trained Weapon: Sword, Shield, Longbow, spear, crossbow. Favored Weapon: Sword, Shield, Longbow. Archery: Average. Biography Parents: George/Joanne Siblings: Artus Children: Several bastards. Extended Family: Greymanes Pet(s): Messenger bird. History: Edmund is one of the three sons of George and Joanne Arryn. Although remarkably intelligent, Edmund was never interested in letters or scientific pursuit. As a child, he would use his cunning abilities to avoid doing anything he would not fancy - homework, house chores, etc. His interest was strictly limited to hunting, since the thrill of the chase was paramount. The bigger the prey, the greater the reward. He paid heed to only one person in his life, his mother. Since his birth, Edmund had loved his mother deeply. Her care for him was always sincere, and she always tried to protected him. On that fateful day she died - giving birth to another child, Edmund was broken. It was after that event, that Edmund’s father realized that something was changing in his son, deep inside his mind. Edmund became taciturn - taking solace in hunting. His relationship with his father and brothers became tense and cold. He no longer cared about anything, anyone. A few years after his mother’s death, Edmund’s father followed. Edmund wasted his inheritance very quickly as he drowned his sorrow and loneliness in alcohol, harlots, and gambling. Needing money, Edmund worked for the Valois household, but to his disappointment the pay was minimal, and his feeling of isolation only grew. To fund his habits, he started stealing from the Valois, and he was very successful, as no one ever suspected that he was the one taking precious gold, gems and jewellery. Edmund realised that in these kinds of acts, lay his true potential. He continued his habit of thievery up until his left the Household, moving to richer prospects. After the downfall of Elysium, Edmund fled with the thousands of refugees to the ships. The first city Edmund stumbled upon was the city of Kingston. Looking for a new job, he looked around, but almost everybody turned him down, as he was one of so many refugees and he had no trade or apprenticeship - thievery was not something to declare openly. The only job he managed to find was with the Shields - but this left him with little time or opportunity to hone his thieving skills. Edmund’s time with the shields only frustrated him further. He frequently fought his fellow guards, and was bored almost all the time. One day, while patrolling the streets, Edmund came across a group of armed men, their helmets on - a violation of the city laws. Edmund couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated by the men, the foremost of which was approaching him. The man in fact, asked Edmund for a fight, with fists, a smile barely noticeable past the man’s bandanna. As Edmund lay on the ground afterwards, his mouth and face bloody, he heard the man’s voice. His name was “Scar Eye” and he wanted him to come with him for some work. Feeling disoriented, but also still very poor, Edmund accepted the offer. Unbeknownst to Edmund was the true nature and identity of the men he had met. They were soldiers from House Blackmont, renowned across the Empire for their violence. Initially, Edmund was terrified of his fellow soldiers, his new home, and most of all - his new employer. Augustus Blackmont was a strange man, cruel cold eyes, a hard stare. Yet as time went on Edmund - now dubbed “Hawk” because of his prowess in hunting- began to see the man as a father figure, something that the other men already clearly did. In Augustus he had a place he could call home, no matter how dreadful, brothers, no matter how cruel, and a father - no matter how demented. The rest fell into place quite quickly. So desperate was Edmund in his desire to fit in, to find a place amongst the others, he desensitized himself to the occurrences in Blackmont much faster than the other recruits. His progress was marked by Lord Blackmont, and he became one of his favorites. However, Hawk noticed more and more men being recruited, some more deranged than him, more willing to do evil than him. Not wanting to be replaced, be thrown out, Hawk geared himself to be more than the others, he looked at is as a competition of sorts. Just like a hunt. Now, nearly two decades have past since Edmund first joined the Blackmonts, he was a front liner in wars along with his comrades killing his enemies with brute force, the hardships of war turned Edmund into a strong-willed man in his early thirties, his father like figure, Augustus, died of old age, his enemies, the Teutons, were disbanded by the Emperor, and his new Lord was murdered at his own celebration feast, and causes a rebellion that burned the castle to the ground, making the loyal troops relocate, Lucius was now his new lord, he rebuilt the Dreadfort from the ground up once more, this time located behind Abresi. Several years past by, nothing of interest happens, simple raids occur, his lord made justicar, the name Blackmont changed back to Flay, and just the normal walk around Abresi, but then, all hell broke loose. The Dwarves, declare the Blood Pact between the two races was broken and declared war on the Empire Of Oren. Armies were mobilized, and in the middle of it, the Sergeant, Edmund Arryn, help his veteran sergeant, a Dwarf fighting his own race, called Short Steelshanks by his subordinates and superiors, gather the squad. The Flay army soon forms outside of Abresi, and marches on with the Chapter of Lion, gathering the forces of Oren as they walk through the heart of the Empire. The White Rose soon add their bulk to the army, and other petty nobles bring their bannermen to add to the army. The Army gathered thousands of men, and all those men, formed at the Nation Crossroad river. Foxholes were built, and men prepared their bows. Shortly after, the vastly outnumbered Dwarven army positioned them self on the other side of the river, and the battle commences. Edmund had no clue what happened at the battle, as soon as it started, the first volley of arrows strike into the Empire's army, killing men all around, and unfortunately, lands home inside of Edmund's chest, breaking through his chestplate and all. Seeing that he was a ranked soldier, a medic dragged him off of the battlefield, where Edmund passed out from the pain. Hours past, the battle was over, Edmund had hear that the Flays had dealt a crushing flanking attack, killing most of the Dwarvish army, and routing them. Edmund, was lying in what used to be a battlefield, he was lined beside rows on rows of injured soldiers, he saw that he was saved by a random battle medic, his torso wrapped in dirty linen. Stumbling around the piles of dead bodies from all races, he finds his comrades, by seeing their plain obvious bandannas, and walks over, looting with his friends. \\ (( Got bored past this point, so it gets pretty much down hill from here Nearly two years have past after that battle, Edmund had heal completely but little does he know what will happen soon. The sh*t hits the fan. Out of nowhere, the main bulk of the Empire's army and figure head of the Empire, the White Rose and the Emperor decide to take a fleet and sail away in search of new land when the Empire needed them the most. That got them to acquire the Kingdom of Kaedrin. But Edmund ignored most of it, only bothering himself with information within the Flay ranks, the men were growing reckless, attacking Orenian Nobles in plain sight, and murdering members of the privy council. The new Emperor, a young untrained young man, declares white peace. The terms for peace were so out of this world that Edmund thought they were surrendering. They had to let the Elves independent, had to give up the Kingdom of Kaedrin. The Kingdom of Salvus had already backstabbed Oren, declaring them self traitors. The Flays were reduced back to only holding the Dreadfort near Abresi. Edmund is made Acting-Captain in place of Drelik Letholdus for an unknown period of time. He hears of an alliance made between House Flay and House Silverblade. Edmund realizes that the two houses put together caused massive chaos in the Kingdom of Oren that wasn't seen before in Anthos. A full blown rebellion emerges from a group led by angry dissatisfied nobles, led by the alliance of Silverblade and Flays. Leading half of the Kingdom to march against the other half, but soon after, an other Kingdom emerges from the west in the Kingdom of Oren. The Kingdom of Savoie, a religious Kingdom made of holy men, splitting the Kingdom into more confusion. The three Kingdoms were given a term by the Dwarven King, it was either to be vassalized or be crushed. All three Kingdoms declared themselfs vassals and stopped fighting, and tended to their Kingdom, preparing them self againt the north Artwork

Edmund taking his normal walk around the Dreadfort and nearby lands, spots the letter of application, with a shrug, he takes it back to his room, and reads it over, inspecting every last words for any minor faults. Satisfied with the letter, he leaves his room and searches for his fellow Sergeant, Xander, he hands the letter of application over to Xander saying, "He's in your squad if you'll accept him, just send the man a bird back and we can do an interview or something." (( We will talk to you in IC anytime possible. ))

Didnt the holy lands in Asulon receive a bunch of meteorite events? (On phone)

MC name?: seannie22 Have you been banned? If so, why?: I have, once in the beginning month of joining this server, it was for meta-gaming and swearing in OOC chat I think, I don't really care anymore since it's just a really old ban report now. Do you have an accepted villain app?: No, I don't have one and I don't plan to make one unless one is needed. Do you have a TS or Skype? (TS preferred): You know I have skype. I do have TS but I have no clue how to use it Short Bio (2-5 sentences): Ejnar was born in the cold north, by the ocean, where his family fished for a living, since farming in the cold, unfertiled land would not sustain them all. While he wasn't on the boats, tossing nets out to catch fishes, his older brother and his father and Ejnar would spar brutally in the snow. After he grew of age and his older brother left in search of wealth and fame and his parents both died of a sickness for old people, he left his home and wandered Asulon for some time, taking jobs such as sword-for-hire or rowing merchants ships, he soon ended up in Holmstrom, just a bit before they moved to the new land ------------------------------ RP Name: Ejnar Nielsen Age: 34 Race: Human, Northerner Experience: I have served as a sell-sword for nations around Asulon. I have no experience with a bow, nor do I wish to learn how to use a bow, but you wont find a better man with a sword than me, having trained all my life by my older family members in the North. I do not have any skills with an axe of any sorts, unlike most of my Northern brothers. Your oath: I, Ejnar Nielsen hereby swear my sword to the Nords of the Frost, and to that of the Ulfhaedyn line, to defend our lands, to stain my sword with the enemies blood, and to batter my shield in defense of my brothers. 'Till death comes to me, I shall not forsake my vow, I do by swear.

MC Name:seannie22 RP Name:Edmure Arryn Short Biography: Edmure was born into an impoverished merchant's house in the outskirts of Arethor just about twenty-four years ago, he was an obedient son to his parents and always tried to do whatever they asked him to do perfectly. He's father being a proud and loud man, taught Edmure to follow in his footsteps so he could bring back the house to what it was original was before his father took over. But in the middle of Edmure's life the plague that swept across Asulon took his father and made his mother go mad in grief. Being lucky, Edmure knew how to read and write, and enjoying both those traits, he tried to become a scribe for the Empire, but then he realized how intense work he would have to do, and being so young he didn't want the heavy burden, so he traveled around merchant caravans, haggling prices, helping load goods onto the caravans and much more. After many years of travelling with merchants and even trade ships, he winded up in the Duchy of Norjun. Character Ambitions: Edmure wants to be a man that helps with words and paper where other men help with weapons. Why are you joining?: Edmure wants to set roots somewhere, he chose the Duchy of Norjun to settle down. What do you wish to achieve? Become a steward or scribe, someone that can handle financial business or someone that keeps records of anything that happens in the Duchy. What is your profession? Since Edmure knows barely how to use any sort of weapons, and was taught the merchant life, he is adept in the way of finances and keeping things organized. Valois Service Oath:I, Edmure Arryn, swear to abide by the rules and regulations of House Valois. By repeating this oath and signing this document, I understand that I am dedicated to serving under House Valois until the day that I am dismissed from my duties. I swear to respect all nobility that be in my presence, and to respect all serfs that be in my presence. Lastly, I swear to abide by the House Motto first said by Balian Guivret, “To act for others, to serve the empire.”