Galendar

If you aren't biased to your friend base, you would do a great job at GM, I'm certain. Though, due to the fact I don't know you as well as I used to, I can only say you have the capability to be GM.

Amealeo takes a deep breath as he would read this piece of parchment, sliding it into his horse's saddlebag.

"Perhaps.."

Name:

Ser Markus Aveere, also known as Goldfield

Who Knighted you:

The peoples of my tribe demanded I be knighted for my service to the peoples in times of civil war. In these lands, I am but a hedge knight, though.

Reason for Knighting:

Re-Established order within my clan during times of strife and struggle for power.

Do you swear to serve the Empire and abide by the Code of Chivalry as well as the Law?:

For all my life or until relieved of oath, aye.

Intended Liege:

Emperor John Horen I

Location of Intended Land:

The Forests north of Felsen which I would ask be named 'The Horenswood' or in other words, a kingswood for His Imperial Majesty and his permitted guests.

Coat of Arms (Picture or description):

Three candles on a gold field.

Agor runs his stubby fingers through his hair, "Fimlin is ah fockin' idiot, almos' as much as Dagor..."

only few men have ever leaked admin chat.... +1

Application

(IC)

Name:

Markus Aveere

Age:

20

Race:

Human, Northerner

Place of Residence:

Felsen

Occupation:

Soldier/Commander/Blacksmith

Experience:

Lead many campaigns in my old homeland. Successful commander throughout my young life.

(OOC)

MC Name:

o_Galendar_o

Skype Name:

galendar.aveere

Do you have teamspeak?:

Yes

Character Name
Markus Henvik Goldfield-Aveere

Basic Information
 

Nicknames:
The Knight of Brolimund
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human, Northerner
Status:
Content, preparing for war


Description

Height:
6'5''
Weight:
200
Body Type:
Muscular, toned
Eyes:
A Dark Blue
Hair:
Dark Brown
Skin:
Caucasian
Markings/Tattoos:
Several scars on his lower neck and around his upper torso.
Health:
Healthy
Personality:
Strong willed, diligent, friendly, respectful, honorable
Inventory:
Armor, longbow, longsword, arming sword, iron banded shield
Further Details:
From a distant land known to him as Brolimund. He recognizes this as being a continent, though rather it is a small island.


Life Style

Alignment:
Neutral Good
Deity:
The Creator/The High Pontiff
Religion:
The One True Faith
Alliance/Nation/Home
The Holy Orenian Empire
Job/Class:
Branch Manager of the North Orenian Trade Company

Hedge Knight
Title(s):
Branch Manager, Knight of Brolimund
Profession(s):
Smith, Merchant
Special Skill(s):
Leadership/Management, ability to command in battle.
Flaw(s):
Confident, certain, ambitious


 

Weaponry

Fighting Style:
Aggressive
Trained Weapon:
Axe, Longsword, Arming Sword, Shield

Archery:

Longbow with bodkin arrows



Biography

Parents:
Ceto Aveere and Averander Aveere
Siblings:
Galendar Aveere, Lee Aveere, Elisa Aveere
Children:
N/a
Extended Family
The Aveere Family




History
The early life of this bear of a man was shared without parents or siblings. It was not long after he was born that both his father, Averander, and mother, Ceto, departed for the realm known as Asulon with his siblings. In their leave, he was left to a family friend by his father whose name was simply 'Heinrik'. This man was a chieftain of one of the northern clans which the Aveere family originated, leaving young Markus in good hands. Heinrik raised the young Markus to become a soldier and leader on the battlefield, teaching him how the clan politics worked and how to assert his place as the leader once he had passed on.

It would not be but fifteen years before Heinrik passed, leaving the men within the massive clan to enter the sparring arena to fight to the death for control of the clan. Markus, only sixteen, went on to defeat men twice his age and strength through the talents taught to him by his adopted father, leading him to retain control of the clan and lead, should he choose. In this case, though, he did not. His interest in his family lead him to depart the clan, leaving the title of Chieftain behind for others to squabble over. This would lead him to wandering until the age of twenty where he would arrive on the continent of Vailor.

Markus was unsure of what to think, upon his arrival only seeing death and destruction. Humans were fighting Humans while the other races squabbled over what little it is they could control, being meaningless to the expansive Orenian Empire. The self entitled 'Knight of Brolimund' would become a title he had used to introduce himself to many upon his arrival to Felsen, though it seemed it would matter little in this big world of politics. Shortly following, Markus met a man by the name of Gloop who he ended up employing under as a Branch Manager, smith, contractor, and mercenary leader of a sect of the Northern Orenian Company.


Artwork

that's just fkin sad

I logged on to +1 this, good lad mirtok.

It was quiet within Brelus as Ostromir strode in. The air was stagnant with the feeling of dread and Ostromir could tell, yet he ignored it. He continued on into the city, seeing the crowd set before the cathedral and his cousin, Sigmar step from it. As he would move to greet Sigmar, Ostromir would be struck with words that blew past him...

"The Duke is dead, cousin."

Ostromir did not speak, he did not do anything. The Bear of a man stood there for a moment, feeling all of his responsibilities rush out of him with that one sentence. He was nothing, or so he thought. Ostromir was dead to the world, as he was when he was born. This, though, he knew.

Quickly, the Bear rushed into the cathedral to see Constantine carrying Duke Sarkozic's lifeless and headless body, that much bringing Ostromir to his knees. The one man he thought cared of him or what he said, dead to some assassin. There was nothing he could've done but blame himself.

The Bear crawled towards the alter, no longer a man but a mere husk as he would fall on all fours, tears running down his gaunt cheeks before his head would shoot up along with his body, bringing him back on his calves.

There he sat for several minutes, contemplating and praying before his hand would slip down to his dagger, quickly ripping it from his scabbard and putting it across his throat.

"I have failed."

And with that, the blood did flow. Ostromir's blood leaked down his black steel plate and around his knees, forming a crimson puddle just as Hugues' did. His thoughts drummed on, his family would not care, he was but a tool to them, used and abused. A spoiled piece of garbage that had served it's purpose many years ago. And, as he fell, his lips curled down into a frown, his eyes remaining peeled open, staring on for what he would never regain. His honor.

((Suicide, Perma Kill. I'm sorry if you weren't ever able to RP with Ostromir as he was quite the interesting character who developed over the period of about six months. I'm not quite sure where I'll go from here or if I will, only time will tell. Thanks in advance for the mature posts you guys will make.))

((Thought it was voided?))

Ostromir bobs his head once at this action, "Then I see how this game will be played."

Rude player who's abused last time, sure, I can agree with that...

HOWEVER

Bagley is a very good RP'r and I know he is capable of doing some really great things. I can admit I've been witness to quite a bit of fun RP he has provided, therefore I would be willing to give him a fresh slate as I'd hope people would and have for me.

+1, get it done Bagley 

"I can't believe this elf has the balls to claim that title... maybe he forgets that the title can ONLY BE HELD BY AN ORC."

Ostromir laughs as he sits back in his study.

This was just dropped in team speak and Skype a few moments ago. I'm quite curious and I'm sure the rest of the server is also curious as to what this is and what's to be done of it.

http://pastebin.com/2ggZhSiT

Shuffling through various documents atop his desk, Olivier takes notice of the invitation.

 

"An utterly degenerate gathering. This shan't take place under my roof, not in it's current state."

"Well, party's off."

Ostromir leans back in his chair as he would look to Kazimir and Franz.

"This could be a good thing... or a bad thing..."

Ostromir lets out an easy sigh as he reads the order, his eyes falling low for a few moments before he rises. His head would snap to the nearby guard, calling out to him.

"Have a copy of this delivered to Ser Octavian Horen, inform him it is from me."

And with his last words he would go to lay his sword belt down in his tower, moving thereafter to exit Castle Barrowyk. He would later be spotted as he strides into Brelus, offering himself up to be detained for the trial.

"However false these accusations are, if my lord or liege calls for my wrists in chains for whispers of other men, it will matter for naught. The Bear will bow."

It just furthers my point, Google. They'll be dicks and nothing will be done which will lead to an even shittier place to try to have fun.

So I heard what happened last night and I understand that the "mistake" was fixed. I have no real opinion on the matter truthfully aside from what happened to ski King. After he was ddos'd for voicing his opinion against moot and or Rael, he decided he would leave this mess of a server for a time.

I concur with his statement and think a nice break would do me well. I might be back later this week, a few weeks from now, or maybe a few months. I don't know.

Anyways k bye have fun with new map.

Ostromir should just stay away from being nice.

o7 don't get bit by a snake

^ +1

Ok can I have the river lands or the vale? Whichever isn't taken.

Application:

Steam Name: Worserconstant8/ghineline

House/Character: The Westerlands/Lannister

Skype Name: galendar.aveere

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((A bear will bow if ordered))