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  1. "GODAN," Ser Viktor 'the Beast' said solemnly, his gaze turned to the heavens. "Forgive me fer wha' Ah'm bouttae dae."
  2. "'is own papej is murdered within the Saint's Day'ae 'im bein' proclaimed 'eir in Savoy, ye' 'e calls anothah a schemah," Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' Baruch grumbled to himself as he sharpened his blade against a grindstone. "Mus' be somethin' in those wigs."
  3. "A nation'ae baldin' kinslayers 'as no authoriteh authoriteh tae dethrone the Pontiff," scoffed Ser Viktor 'the Beast' of Haense. "'igh time these fockin' wiggehs're reminded'ae their place in the world." He then shoved a sword into the hands of his son, Angus, rustling his hair and stating flatly, "Ye'll be seein' yer mamej an' 'er dirteh countreh soonah than Ah though'."
  4. Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' Baruch threw his shoe at Eleanora's casket. He looked rather sad while doing so.
  5. Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch shed a single tear, realizing he may never see the Lord Palatine's wife again. And Kaustantin too, of course. A visit to the farms was not something he could stomach. He'd spent far too much time in the fields of Valwyck, using their wheat to bake bread in order to make bread on the auction house.
  6. "HAHA," said Viktor 'THE BEAST,' Baruch. "Duke of Shattinburg. What an idiot."
  7. Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' smiles as he recounts selling his daughter to repay his gambling debts.
  8. Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' Baruch laced up his Ayr Force 1s in the Valwyck Bears locker room.
  9. Ser Viktor "THE BEAST" Baruch wiped a single tear from his cheek, though a smile came to his face as he realized Marj was available.
  10. Viktor Baruch snatched the missive from the hands of his cousin, before turning to his wife and doing the same. Double-fisting the pieces of parchment, he read over them with an empty stare. "Tha's a weddin' alrigh'..." he grumbled to himself, still unsure of this whole matter, though he soon froze upon noticing the mentioning of goat wrangling. With that, he crumpled the invites and threw them aside, shouting simply, "OH FOCK YEA!"
  11. Viktor Baruch sat in his cramped quarters within the castle of Litchestadt, reading through the missive he held in his hands with a flat expression. Immediately after noticing his appointment as the Debut Jester, he folded the parchment into a neat square and tucked it into his coat. "Fock ye, Georgina Baruch." he muttered, as he pushed himself from his bed. With that, he set off for Providence to find himself a wig and some powder.
  12. MC Name: Indiana105 Character Name: Fisteth Ireheart Character Age: 211 Appearance: Fisteth wears his lengthy brown hair in a braid, often shaving the sides of his head in order to keep the hair from his dark eyes. In addition to this, he’d boast a thick beard, kept neat and cropped close to his face. Bloodline - Feel free to contact Utak (Mickaelhz) or Axel (Lefty_Bojengles) for help: Igor Define who you shall be related to inside the bloodline (E.g, Son of ___, grandson of ___ etc): Son of Thorgrim Ireheart. Do you agree to follow the Clan Tenets OOC’ly and IC’ly and face the consequences for their breaking?: Yes. What is your Discord?: Indi#3506 (Already in the discord) Image of the skin you intend to use:
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    Born a child of Norlandic peasants, Robert has never known riches, nor has he attained even the smallest taste of glory. Rather, the majority his life had been spent toiling away in his father’s smithy, driving his hammer into steel as he forged scores of nails, horseshoes, and other mundane items. This manual labour, coupled with his naturally larger Highlander build, led to Robert becoming quite a physically formidable man. However, despite his strength and experience, much to his father’s disappointment, Robert is a mediocre smith at best. The fires of the forge had never been able to keep his interest for long, as he found it more enjoyable not to smith a blade, but to wield one. As a child, he’d often run off, nicking a sword from the smithy as he set off to terrorize both scarecrow, and small mammal alike. Later in life, he’d enlist the help of various vagabonds and mercenaries drifting through his village, forking over the few coins he’d made from his time at the smithy, in return for lessons in swordsmanship. As he furthered his skill, he become somewhat arrogant, believing himself to be a more formidable duelist than he truly was. In a drunken stupor, he challenged a wandering Hedge Knight, in an attempt to impress the women at the local tavern. He was beaten, swiftly, a cut to the back of his left knee sending him collapsing to the ground. Humiliated, and now crippled, Robert became increasingly bitter as life went on, developing an extremely short temper, becoming known for his outbursts of brutal violence. It came as a surprise to no one, when he smashed his forging hammer into the head of an unsatisfied customer, swiftly securing his banishment from the village, leaving him a homeless vagabond, drifting from hamlet to hamlet. Wearing an ill-fitted suit of armour, looted from the corpse of a slain brigand he’d found on the roadside, Robert is a man without purpose, limping along the roads in search of something greater.
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