Hello everyone, I'm Oojax, I'm a friend of Desire who I want to thank right away for allowing to take part of this RP despite already having started and not taking anymore people.
So if everyone is alright with it, I look forward to working with you on this adventure.
If you need anything, let know, I'm more then glad to answer any questions you may have.
CHARACTER SHEET
Character Name: Kassius Silev Gweluon Solrin Name
Meaning: Silev and Gweluon together mean Shinning Sky, a reference to house Solrin's, the house of the cold Sun, affinity to the silver feathered eagles that are native to the lands of Oron.
Alias: "Lord of the Silver Wings" A title given to him by his Majesty, in recognition of Kassius skill and befitting of one of the several leaders of the Kingdom's armies.
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Zerest, the only sentient beings, other than the Eagles, the Manwe, of the lands of Oron. They would resemble humans in shape, but taller than they. One would confuse them with elves, but their seemingly iris free eyes, their almost geometrical face and the common tones of brown, red and black on their head instead of blond quickly takes that notion away from anyone's mind. They have descended from the original people from Oron a now dead race...
Age: The Zerest people age at a much slower pace than typical Men, although some may look rather young, like Kassius, they may very well be over eighty years of age. In his case he is about to hit his sixth decade.
Place of Birth: On the North-eastern lands of Oron, where the Manwe reside and where house Solrin has its home.
Current Residence: The Visage, the fortified capital of Oron that lays to the west of the Kingdom where the throne and the base of power reside. From these white sand beaches the ruler of Oron and the Zerest watches his kingdom from the snowy peaks to the North, to the plains, where a mix of both forest and cities are found in perfect harmony, to the South where the rivers flow and the land is beyond rich in wildlife and resources…
Occupation: Leader of the Silver Wings, one of the few groups of swordsman of the kingdom, but what the Zerest lack in quantity, they more than make up for it in quality. These troops have endured the harshness of Winter on the Manwe's home and trailed the densely forested areas of the south, facing each trial like non other. The training in the North gifted them with superior agility, giving them an advantage in melee combat.
Family: His mother and father stayed at the Solrin's house, taking care of their lands as well as continuing to oversee the training of more members of the Silver Wings… He has a younger sister that is following his footsteps, as she tries to create a strong bond with the Manwe.
Role in nation: Kassius is one of the Lords of the realm of Oron, these Lords differ in title based on their function. They can be military leaders, the generals, the overseers of culture, economy, nature…
Family Heirloom: None
Weapon: His weapon is made of a heavy worked metal found only deep within the Manwe mountains, but even though the blade on itself is tougher than the metal normally used on swords, this was not the reason it was picked…
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
Height: 1.90 meters, but a fully grown Zerest can reach 2 meters…
Hair: A messy, yet still geometrical, Sun touched short hair that is able to reach his eyes just barely
Eyes: A vibrant teal
Distinguishing Marks(If any): Although it may not be noticed during the day, the Zerest eyes can be seen glowing faintly at night.
General Appearance: A tall young man, with a kind smile on his face that combined with his messy hair makes him look younger then what he actually is. Like the other Zerest he isn't overly muscular, he is fit, making it easier to move around with grace will still looking elegant.
MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS
Current Goal/Purpose: Serve the royal family, his own family and his kingdom…
Aspirations: To become the Master of the Silver Wings, a title currently held by his father, but also to become a Lord of Magic.
Likes: Snow, flying on the Manwe's back, meat, humour, but above all being around people he knows and trusts.
Dislikes: Lies, overly hot days and insects.
Fears: Spiders, failing his family and friends, make a decision that will result in the deaths of countless
General Personality: Calm and cheerful, but always on the polite and respectful kind of way. Will move in quickly to disarm any potentially volatile situation with the minimum, or none at all, favouritism towards either side.
Inner Personality: A rather innocent young man that does not believe in taking ones life without a very well explained reason. He has a weak spot for humour, finding it very hard at times not to chuckle at some comments made by the other Lords. Getting past his rational shell, one would find a kind person at heart.
Fondest Memory: When he bonded with Val, a Manwe entering its adulthood. It allowed the, at the time, child Kassius to get on its back flying them over the mountains. The two became inseparable afterwards and years later Val's first born became, on its own free will, Kassius guardian.
Biggest Regret: Not spending as much time as he would wish with his family and perhaps not searching for anyone, despite the teasing of the other Lords, and, though he would never admit it in public, his own loneliness.
Secret: If one could identify him, he could be seen taking walks down the beach close to the Visage where he goes to both collect his thoughts and ponder if this life was the one he wanted or one that was forced down on him... He sneaks from the Visage when the Sun is setting to a little alcove close to the sea where he stays until it's night...
HISTORIC BACKGROUND
General History: Born in noble house of Solrin, Kassius was from a very early age taught the traditions and costumes of his people. He was given an education that most wouldn't have, tutors from the capital were a common site among the dining hall of the small palace in the mountains.
It was only many years after that he first picked a blade, it was just another part of the creation of a successor for his father's title... The no longer child would practice among his peers, but even though he did not had the talent that some had, that didn't caused him to stop and give up. Practice makes perfect, or close to it, and given how little to no distractions he had, his skill quickly rose. That gave him a boost to his confidence that it so desperately needed, for all of the child's training did little to convince him he was worthy of ever becoming a respected figure in the Zerest society...
His efforts were not only focused on the art of combat, he also focused on what the Solrins were known for, their relation with the Manwe a race of Great Eagles that had made the mountains to the north their home. There, the young Kassius tried to understand the Manwe, bonding with the flying colossus as they taught him their ways, just as they had taught the members of house Solrin, their neighbours.
It was the final part of his training, the bonding with Val, would prove not only to himself, but to house Solrin and the rest of the Zerest society that he was truly the son of his father...
More years passed, and after a couple of expeditions to the wild jungles of the south, the other Lords, his father and even the at the time king declared him Lord of the Silver Wings. As for his father, the old Lord, the King made him a Master, the first of the Silver Wings and the last action before passing the crown to his son, a young, but loved prince that was the same age as Kassius...
Present Life: Kassius had to move to the capital where he along with the other lords would present reports to the new King that was just barely managing to cope with his new responsibilities. But he wasn't the only one, Kassius himself was having a hard time with his new title, perhaps that was another reason why he and his new liege became good friends in such a short time...
Now he oversees the North, trying to create bridges between Zerest and Mawe so that they may someday lend their aid and together build an even brighter future.
Special Historic Notes: The young Lord didn't had that many friends growing up, he was alone with his tutors, his sparring partners would only stay in his company until they were switched out by others, an attempt for them all to see the future leader of the house they served... It was only when he went to the capital city, Visage, that he made his first real friends, ironically it happened to be the King of all people. But his liege was around his age and they were very alike, both had a similar growing up and hardly any friends... And even a couple of the other Lords were quite friendly to him, at first it was due to them knowing Kassius father, but they soon realized that he was a likeable person overall...
One of these: Leadership
NATION SHEET
Nation Name: Kingdom of Oron
Nation Emblem (optional): http://s3.laps4.com/trofeos/psntrofeos/24582.PNG
Primary Race: Zerest
Most common Terrain Type: Though Oron's plains are vast, its armies train in the forests of the Kingdom, while Kassius' men train on the mountains
Ruler: King Zion
Gunpowder or Magic: Magic
One special Unit Type: Winged creatures, the Manwe
Religion: Previously polytheist, currently monotheist
Deity/God: The Goddess Amalia LaCroix, Goddess of Salvation, the bringer of the White Miracle
Government: Monarchy
A historic Crime: The Purge
Nation History: Religious
Historical background
A long and earned peace is felt throughout the lands of Oron. On its forests the silence is only broken by the wildlife as it too can finally breathe a sigh of relief. On the snowy mountains to the North where the Great Eagles, the Manwe, have their home the cold snow melts under the now white Sun, giving birth to the rivers that reach all the way to the dense forest of the South. There, where the trees are as tall as mountains, the Sun barely reaches the ground creating both a beautiful and rich environment but also a dangerous one... The rivers end there, bringing life to the vast fields on which most of the Zerests, the inhabitants of these lands, live, grow, build, learn...
But it was not always like this... There is always a storm, something that shakes and brings our world crashing down and in the case of the Zerests, it nearly destroyed it...
Eons prior to how it currently stands, the lands of Oron were much as they are now, but neither was the Sun white nor was the forest to the South as dangerous nor was there such a thing as magic in the possession of the at the time called Oronians.. It was on this old Oron that a man of renowned knowledge did what years later the people would call the Fall.
This man was known throughout the Oronian society as Zhull, one of the court advisors and one of the wisest Oronian to have ever lived... It is unclear as to what his exact role was, some say that he was studying magic and ways to bring it closer to us, while others believe that he was seen as a religious leader for the Oronians, some even say that he was a scholar that was researching their origins... The truth may never be known as to who exactly he was for that was a long time ago and much was lost...
Yes, it was this man that brought upon Oron the Fall. In his search for knowledge he found a way to harness magic and use it. If only that was the end of it... Zhull became obsessed with it, for the first time in the history of Oron there was one that could use magic. It was only a matter of time for the King to find out about it... On itself, what Zhull had done was something to be praised, but what the King saw was nothing short of maddening... Zhull's magic was a most foul one, the King could only stare at what his advisor and friend had done, for he saw what Zhull could not, the entire desecration of both his people and his land...
The King ordered Zhull to stop his research and to never again dwell on such matters or he would be forced to end the man's life... But he did not listen, he had already fallen victim to the magic's charms.
It is unclear how, some say it was using that same magic, but Zhull was able to gather a surprising number of followers and what the King feared most did indeed happen. Zhull, who had now entitled himself as Prophet, and his followers were waging war on their brothers and sisters. Either they would accept him as their new leader and bow to his every whim or they would perish...
The king underestimated Zhull, believing him to be little more than a nuisance, but that only allowed his forces to grow and before the Kingdom knew what was going on, Civil War had broken...
The Nightmare had begun.
The war between the two factions lasted for years and slowly, but surely the Prophet's forces, that seemed to grow with the passing of time, were pushing the King's army back. It was only due to the heroic deeds of Lady Rheenah that the conflict was locked in a stalemate. She alone travelled to the frozen lands of the North reaching the tallest mountain range, a feat that had never been done, there she hoped for a miracle, to find the creatures of ancient myth the Great Eagles, flying leviathans of tremendous proportions that from their mountains had watched over Oron and its people for as long as they have existed... Her prayers were answered and not too soon did she come on the back of one of said creatures with countless others flying behind them...
The stalemate lasted for months, years even, neither side giving up, but the King knew from the start that it was only a matter of time until Zhull's forces would get the upper hand once more... Realizing he didn't had a choice the desperate King began to study the scrolls that Zhull had left behind, he had kept those locked and away from everyone, perhaps the answer was there...
It was only some time after the end of the war that we knew what had happened. The king had found his way into a plane of existence that lingered between dream and reality, mind and matter. There he found Her. The Goddess.
The King returned, changed from his encounter with the Bringer of White, and with the strength to take back his Kingdom.
Years after Zhull left the King's side, after he gathered followers and waged war against his brethren, did the conflict ended. For after the King's meeting with the Goddess, his armies were greeted by her Avatar, a mere fragment of her power, but more than enough to end the conflict once and for all.
On the blood drenched sea of the West, where the waves would no longer soothe the people of Oron, the last battle was fought. There, guided by their new found Goddess, did our ancestors defeated the Prophet Zhull. She alone obliterated the followers of the tainted magic that Zhull wielded. It did not last for long, though she was only for a short time in our world her presence was felt throughout the land, from the beaches of the West to the mountains of the North to the dense jungles of the South...
When she left, there was silence... A bloody silence, the Kingdom that had been the stage for years of bloodshed was on its knees, crying for those that had fallen for those that were forever lost... But they could not deny the Goddess, she was their saviour, their shinning light. Seeing her now as their one true Deity, the Oronians banished the worship of their old Gods that had permitted such a tragedy to occur and purged all who would still worship them as well as any who would steal see the fallen Prophet as their leader to beyond the dense jungles of the South...
After the Nightmare ended, the remaining Oronians looked among themselves and knew that the road to recovery would be a long and painful one. With their once golden Sun turned white, an eternal mark of the Goddess' presence on our world and their cities in ruin, the people turned to their King and the worship of their new Deity. His words reached every corner of Oron, from that day forward they were no longer Oronians.
Their world had changed, but so did they. Thanks to the Goddess, their perception of the word was sharpened; they became more in synch with Nature, more aware of the slight changes in the wind, in the animals, in the earth... They were given the ability to reach out and tap into the magic that the Goddess had brought to Oron.
They were no longer Oronians... On that day they became Zerests.
As the dust of the battle settled in, the King's words ringed in the ears of every Zerest... The time would come when they would have to repay their debt.
And it seems that that time is now.
Tell a Legend known in your empire mentioning a legendary item that is lost and nowhere to be found
After the Nightmare ended the King graced his most trusted knights with weapons that were blessed by the Goddess herself, carrying but only the smallest of fragments of her power. One to his best friend and confident, he would receive a sword that carried the rush of lightning… The blade that carried the earth's embrace was handed to his most successful general… The blade that nurtured the land like the rivers from North was given to the leader of the militia who without being ordered, had raised armies that halted the advance of Zhull's forces.
The king himself kept a blade, one that carried the warmth of the White Sun, and gave bows also touched by the Goddess to the archers of his scouting force. However there was one other sword, one that was given to Lady Rheenah, the one that had brought the Manwe and created enough time for the King to study Zhull's work… She was given a sword that chilled the air around it, a blade that carried not the power to destroy or create, but the power to soothe, to heal…
The King ordered the construction of a tower on the place where the Goddess had appeared, the Visage, from there he and his Knights that were now called Lords, would watch over the lands of Oron and protect it from any threat.
But Lady Rheenah could not stay in the seat of the Zerest power, she had to guide the Manwe back to the cold mountains and thank them for everything they had done… She never returned.
Her men stayed with her in the mountains founding our House, House Solrin, and ever since we have acted as the bridges between Zerest and Manwe.
Lady Rheenah would travel alone to the peak of the mountains where the Great Eagles made their nests, she was the one they trusted the most and one of the few that was welcomed so close to their hub.
It was on one of those travels that she was forever lost to us, the Manwe have told us that they don't know what her fate was and we believe them, we have no reason not to. But just as she was lost, so was her blade, the very same blade that the King had given to her. It has been ever since lost to House Solrin, her descendants, and to the rest of Oron.
National Hymn(optional)
Culture
Good Traits: Winged Messenger and Terrain Experts
Neutral Trait: Army of Justice
Bad Traits: Holly Wars and terrified of the unknown
Trade: Restricted Trade
