| Allard Koenig; The Black Prince | |
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| Allard | Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:14 am Post #1 |
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Name: Allard Koenig Age: 28 Star: Tengou Star - Star of Conflagration Hometown: Rosalia - a holding near Gregminster Occupation:Knight and Lord of Rosalia Estate under his father, the Baron. Weapon: ![]() Rozenquartz - A halberd of deceptively simple design, boasting a blade on either side of its spearhead both for piercing and crushing armor, as well as hooking riders from their steeds. It is a uniform black in color, and bears no marks. Runes: Head: Right Hand: Unicorn Rune Type: Single Use Special Requirement: Spear Wielders Only Attack column of enemies. Lowers defense. Left Hand: Class and MP Tier: Heavy Warrior (MP: 6/4/2/0) Character Description: Tall and broad shouldered, Allard feels most at home in his dented, black armor. Similarly to Rozenquartz, it is of a simple, but highly efficient design, having endured many battles and many repairs. While full helmed, the young Lord tends not to wear the headpiece outside of battle. Though cutting a dark figure on the battlefield has become something of a trademark for the knight, he, himself is actually quite pale. His platinum blond hair reaches the length of his back, typically tied in a ponytail to keep it out of his way. Likewise his eyes are a crystalline sort of blue, that makes a sharp contrast with the scar just below them on his left cheekbone. Biography: Born in the summer of 432 to Baron August Koenig and his wife, Annalise, Allard was raised in the holding of Rosalia just West of Gregminster. His keen interest in both the art of war and study of politics manifested earliest in his duckling-like trailing of his mother to peek over her shoulder and study the maps in her many books. Her death in 440 was difficult on the remaining Koenig's, though the blow softened somewhat with the support of the Silverstone family, whose presence kept both father and son from closing off as they might have, otherwise. As a teenager Allard served the Scarlet Moon Empire as one of her knights. In the aftermath, he remains loyal to his country and an actively invested member of her protecting force. Though the sudden, steady decline in his father's health has forced him to all but retire from what little field work there is to be had, of late. Though the relative peace makes him chafe, Allard welcomes it for it's positive effect for the country. At least he knows he can commiserate with the other two members of his trio, the Silverstone twins, who have, over the years, grown from childhood friends to his confidants, personal guard, and in one case- fiance. Personality: Despite his intense love of The Fight, Allard is surprisingly easy to get along with. While his initial serious manner has been known to frighten off the occasional passerby, in a setting where he's comfortable putting aside his duty for a time, Allard can be loud, drunken, and downright cheeky. Possessed of a strong sense of honor and loyalty, his people, his country, and his men always come first- even to his own detriment. Though typically level headed and tactically minded, Allard is capable of great acts of self endangering stupidity when the situation calls for it. RP Sample: Allard was staring. He'd been staring for far too long now, nigh on an hour, if the way the candles had burned down were any indication. The young lord sat back, running a hand over his face hard enough to redden the skin very slightly over the bridge of his nose. The stiffness did not abate, and in the end he only ended up turning weary eyes lower again. Glowering at the tight, black script beneath calloused fingers. The documents varied in nature, ranging from the newest doctor's assessment to President Lepant's most recent appeal. Stacked to his right was the completed stack of his father's pending business. Things he ought not to have seen. Bills that a year ago had not been his to sign. Allard closed his eyes, willing the strength to deny them just a little more. He refused to accept their united message. He refused to believe a man as strong and stubborn as the Baron Koenig could wane so suddenly into death. Didn't they have runes that healed? Didn't magic mend broken bones and bleeding flesh? It was such a small wound. Even if it hadn't fully sealed after so long, one little break... No. Allard shook his head, forcibly clearing the thoughts that cluttered and nipped. There was resolve in the way he took up his quill, penning a reply to the Toran President that was only eight words. The seal was still damp as he pressed it in to a guardsman's hands. Making his way down to the stables, cloak in hand. He said he would leave tomorrow. He had meant it, at the time. Reichsritter pushed her face into his outstretched hand. It was late, but she didn't really mind. The young lord was restless, and because he was restless, so was she. Ashton might be halfway from Gregminster by now. That, or still ass deep in one of their pubs. He'd be easy to find. At least, he'd be easier to find than it would be to wait. Player: Rin Edited by Allard, Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:15 am.
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| Georg Prime | Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:18 am Post #2 |
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