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IGN: Matheaww

Discord: Matti#2192
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Name: Antonius Carolus Helane

Race: Heartlander

Is there any cause, code, brotherhood or institution which you wish to support or otherwise represent in your fight for the Champion’s Belt?: Me

George Alexander seats himself at the end of the long hardwood dining table reading over the daily papers. He had just witnessed the lifeless body of his beloved wife Juliya, yet he could not shed a single tear. Ethel, his maid for over 30 years, hands him a mug. He drinks the contents subconsciously, whilst looking at the papers. As he set the mug down, it tipped over spilling its orange-colored liquid all over his Mallard suit.  George looks to the spillage in sheer shock, taking a hold of his neck as he choked - tears streaming down the face of the man, his eyes and his face turning a dark rouge. The Count dropped to his knees as he tried to exclaim in pain - but he could not. Sat across the table was his only remaining son, Edward, leaning ever so delicately on the armrest as he could only help but watch his father quietly asphyxiate. 

George tried to crawl to the gardens for fresh air, but; as he neared the door a small foot shut it closed. With his last energy being spent on trying to escape - the Count let out his final breath. And thus, the second Count of Aldersberg, Prince George Alexander Novellen-Aldersberg, had found his peace.

HIH

George Alexander Novellen-Aldersberg

1802 - 1862

George Alexander leaned on the rim of the basin, arms crossed, looking down at his deceased wife. The basin was littered with rose petals and matching wine-colored water. “You were always away at the Oasis.” He spoke to her with accusation yet her features remained still. He remained there, waiting for a response he knew would never come. Even if she was to miraculously respond George knew her answer would be “It was for work”. He had heard it every time she was going away and the more often he heard it, the less convincing it was. There was no reason that could come to his mind for a Princess so wealthy to work so tirelessly as she had. George looked across the room to the large floor-to-ceiling mirror he had spent countless hours staring into. He hadn't changed much since the day prior except for the pronounced wrinkles on his forehead. Juliya’s features on the other hand were much more pronounced since the day they first met, the corrugator was all the more noticeable but so too were her smile lines. The aging Count finally stood from the rim of the basin and waved Ethel forth. “Take her away,” he muttered, and as George began to leave the bathroom he glanced once more at his reflection in the mirror, finding no smile lines.

Name: George Alexander Novellen
MC Name: Matheaww
Voted: Yes :)

when will you accept im better than you at pvp?

"Poor timing." The Baron muttered from the Seven Skies

THE CURSED ROSE

Baron Otis Maximilian, circa 1837

The smell of roses flew around the air, attracting many insects and some humans - the now fully retired Baron being one of them, leisurely progressing towards the comely bushes. His mind was at calm for once, carelessly enjoying the moment of consolation. He leaned towards the plants, essaying to pick their flowers. “AAH!” An echoing scream spread across the gardens, the man falling to the ground as result of stumbling over a root. The body of the aging man hastening towards the cursed mangle of blossoms, which seemed to fully enclose him. Firstly, the thorns struck his wrist - reminding him of the time when he was bit by a Corcitură and subsequently turning into one. Secondly, his lips were pierced, florid blood slipping into his mouth, remembrance of when he sinfully fed on human prey. Thirdly, a vine with hiss as gentle as the Corcitură that originally glutted on his blood, began twisting around his neck. Tardily exhausting his body of life. Otis blindly pushed and ripped away at the bush, fighting for his existence, but ineffectively as the force of the plant became increasingly strong. The attempts only tore his skin and clothes furthermore, leaving him nearly naked. As the last breaths escaped his mouth, he continuously struggled in silence, reliving the worst and most pleasant moments of his life briskly. From the deaths of his beloved, the births of his children and grandchildren, and so on. Eventually the bush liberated the Baron, but his body laid onto the dirt - lifeless and naked, pale as the daisies nearby. 

The aging Baron of Rosius, Sir Otis smiled weakly at the notice of appointment. He unlocks the doors to his former offices, leaving a note and small gift before taking his leave. "Until next time." he remarks, knowing there wont be one.

If this isn't a joke I'm sorry for laughing

"A loss I'm not sure we can recover from." 

Sir Otis stood from his worn and torn leather armchair and spun on his heel to face the maid who had delivered the news.
"Why is it that I outlive all these young children."
He laughed softly, yet it was short-lived..

27 minutes ago, Pompadour said:

“Sooooo… can I still have my feast?” 
The Baroness de Rosius asked her husband in a somewhat stoic tone.

 

The Baron de Rosius looked to his wife in awe then turned back to his wardrobe and continued to toss clothes into his briefcase. "You amaze me." He mumbled as he took a seat before his desk and began to draft a letter to the citizens of Redenford..

Sir Otis de Rosius returns home from work to tomatoes flying, children crying, and a lot of swearing...Later that night he prays for the new de Rosa Family. 

hey fawny! what do you find most enjoyable on lotc?

Welcome! It is a little daunting at first but I think you'll find that we have an awesome community of pretty serious roleplayers (for the most part)

Whats kept you interested in lotc for 5 years? 

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Sir Otis de Rosius sat reclined by the babbling brook near the family Estate, unsuspecting of any more bad news.

Empty stalls and abandoned Houses in the outer cities have plagued our beloved

Providence. On behalf of orders from the Emperor, His Imperial Majesty Philip II,

 the Secretary of State for the Treasury, His Excellency, Sir Henry Penton, and Lady

Mayoress Philippa Antionette, the Head City Clerk of Providence, The Honorable Sir

Otis de Rosius releases the Imperial Cities revised tax rates.

TAX DEDUCTIONS:

The Carrington Emporium placed on full display the failure of high tax on businesses,

driving out, arguable, the most vital part of the economy, we welcome our business-

owners and merchants, farmers and bakers, painters and tailors back by lowering

the tax on the Carrington Emporium from 50-60 marks to just 30 marks, and there shall

be no initial price.

Vimmark Roussard Street is one of the most well hidden gems in Providence, it hosts a

lovely Rose Garden, Gazebo, and views of Henry's Wharf, the Providence Light, and Bay.

It being so close to the square it's quite impressive to see how many people miss it. The

street is so well hidden in fact that some government officials did not know of its existence

and thus the tax on it shall decrease from 40 marks to 20 marks and initial pricing shall be set to

40 marks.

Pompourelia Street, commonly referred to as the Industrial Sector, was home for many workers

of the former Mill in Pompourelia 4, in more recent years the apartments have been converted

 into massive, one family homes, rivaling those on Little Ves. It's only downside is the distance

between it and the gates, thus the taxation rates shall be lowered from 80-40 marks down to

60-20 marks. Initial pricing shall be set to 45-30 marks.

 Adria Street, an uptick in violence on the once quiet street brought the value of housing on it

down by a sizable margin and chased the many residents within it out. The culprits have been

identified but to encourage buyers and remind them there is nothing to worry for, the tax on

properties of Adria Street shall be lowered from 40 marks to 10 marks. Initial pricing shall be set

to 30 marks

Marshall Lane, an enchanting, overgrown sanctuary hidden behind Komnenos Avenue is often

times forgotten by the Clerks themselves. It's expected to flourish in the near future but for now,

it sits pretty with the tax deducted from 40 marks to just 20 marks. Initial pricing set at 30 marks.

TAX INCREASES:

Little Ves Lane, the name deriving from the legendary Golden City of Ves, it is no wonder the rich

flock to the area, for the name and massive housing but it costed roughly the same amount as a

stall in the Carrington Emporium. To live on a street with such cleanliness and quiet, constantly

patrolled by the ISA it shall be raised from 40-80 marks to 80-120 marks. A place meant for the rich

shall be taxed accordingly. 

Selm Street, second only to Little Ves in cleanliness and popular amongst the middle class for it's

beautiful views and massive properties, it shall receive an increase in tax by a slight margin of 10 marks to make

up for the deductions in the outer cities.  40-60 marks to 50-70 marks. Initial pricing shall remain the same.

We hope to revive the once close-knit communities the streets of Providence have been known for

EFFECTIVE NEXT TAX DAY

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Treasury Minister

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Mayoress of Providence

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Head City Clerk of Providence

11 minutes ago, EmiliainWonderland said:

"An elf this high up in politics? Disgusting." Says a certain Romstun de Rosius.

A certain Otis de Rosius threatening glared in return "Minuvas is a great friend, Maria." He crossed his arms and shook his head. "Far more intelligent then a majority of the Human populace, he's a natural fit." He then shook his head in disbelief and stormed off.

Otis de Rosius lay reclined on his bamboo chair that very afternoon, marinating in the Redenford Sun. The babbling brook nearby drowned out the spiraling thoughts of the imaginative Architect and thus he slowly fell asleep. He returned to Chateau de Rosius later that day where he had received word of the seemingly immediate new Ministry and the sorrowful events that had occurred at Mordskov. "The DeNurems shall be in our prayers tonight." He offered his hand out to those gathered around the Rose Table and lowered his head.

Sir Otis de Rosius would lower his head upon receiving word of the unraveling events, all whilst smiling thinly, for there was still hope with the promising Crestfall Ministry.

Otis inhales, then exhales before casting his vote, saddened to not see Rosius on the ballot...
RP Name: Sir Otis Maximillian de Rosius
MC Name: Matheaww
Voted: Yes 

Out of desperation, the Lord de Rosius tries his luck at the lottery. @sashimichopped @Majesticpasta

The Prince of Aldersberg began to shout orders at their maid, Ethel the old hag, about constructing the cake many days prior. 

The Prince of Aldersberg would misread Cotillion for Coalition. . .