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[SIZE=1][CENTER][COLOR=Indigo]?Go.?

They walked, not so much marching as hurrying along in a large crowd, jostling each other, pressing together like too many puppies trying to get at their mother?s milk.

?Slow.?

They slowed, flowing in through the doors that opened onto the first floor of the palace, still pushing and jostling each other as they filed into the rooms beyond.

?Quiet.?

Their already quiet footsteps became soundless as they moved through rooms, up stairs, down corridors and down stairs.

?Split off.?

They did, still silent, filling the house. When they came across life they took it without blood spilling or noises of anguish.

?Good.?

One minute the living were there, going about their normal nighttime rituals, and the next they were slumped on the floor, eyes sightless and mouths parted in silent expressions of shock.

?Disperse.?

Maestro smiled as he clapped his hands together lightly, stepping over the dead bodies of the rulers of Cenive. He picked up two masks and hung them on the wall.

?I win.?

And so through an army that only the Maestro and those who were dead had seen, the Judiciary came to power.

All that they had done, and all Maestro had done, they covered up. The next day they claimed Maestro was the rightful heir, and no one disputed this as they had no proof ? [i]not yet, anyways.[/i]

But the one thing that planted a seed of doubt in everyone?s minds was this ? Cenive was not a city given to an heir. Their rulers were elected.[/COLOR][/CENTER]

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[COLOR=Navy][b][u]The State of Cenive:[/b][/u]

The city of Cenive, while it did have its problems with crime and violence, was once a safe place to live. Ever since Maestro?s murder of the rulers, however, the citizens have been thrown into a state of constant fear and uncertainty ? they know not whether they will be called in on some trumped up charge and subsequently executed or if they will even get that courtesy.

Cenive is now a city of fear, lies and subterfuge.

[b][u]The Play:[/b][/u]

Either you are a member of the Judiciary ? i.e. the makers of this whole mess ? and want to keep hold of the power you have been given, or you are a member of the Opposed ? the ones who want to correct the problem and fix your government.

This RP will focus on the two factions and the troubles between them as one struggles to correct what the other has caused. It takes place five years after the initial takeover.

[b][u]?Judiciary? Cast:[/b][/u]

[i]The most important citizens in Cenive are known to the public simply as the Judiciary. Their motives for wanting control of the city are inspired solely by greed (Cenive is the richest city in Italy), and they will do anything to keep the truth from getting out on how deep the corruption goes.

All members of the Judiciary are self-styled nobles and led by the Maestro, a man they never see without a mask.[/i]

[b]Judgment?s Hound: [/b] [Filled]
[b]Keys and Houses of Records and Holding: [/b] [Open ? One slot. Holding reserved.]
[b]Scales of Judgment: [/b] [Open ? One slot.]
[b]Gavel of Ending: [/b] [Open ? One slot.]
[b]Executioners? Gallows and Noose: [/b] [Filled]
[b]Maestro: [/b] [NPC ? Name classified at this point.]

[b]Total slots: [/b] Five
[b]Needed: [/b] As many as get applied for; any not applied for at sign-ups close will become NPCs with given bios and profiles.

[u][b]?The Opposed? Cast: [/b][/u]

[i]Very simple explanation; these citizens of Cenive are all connected to the Judiciary in some way be it through relation or work, and aim to bring the corrupt system down as best they can from the inside. They do so with the hope of staying out of the clutches of the Judiciary.

Members of the Opposed may be nobles, self-styled nobles or simple working-class citizens.[/i]

[b]Total slots: [/b] N/A
[b]Needed: [/b] At the very least three.

[u][b]The World: [/b][/u]

[i]?or at least the area of the world that pertains to this RP, anyhow. Cenive is located in an Alternate Italy, and is the alternate of Venice. The areas that pertain to this RP are alternates of Switzerland, Austria and France. The shapes and boundaries of the countries and their cities, regions and provinces are all the same, but they are most likely named different.

All characters can come from one of the four countries, but only the four countries ? no others. The four countries have very good relationships with each other, and so it isn?t uncommon to find that some families who look French have been living in Cenive for over four generations or someone from Austria has called Switzerland home for over five decades.

There is magic in this world, but it is of a very simple type. Little spells to find things, aid in birthing and perhaps cooking. Those with larger magic than that are said to have made a pact with the devil.

The setting is pretty much in the 1600s, so cars, electric lights and the like are unheard of.

Cenive is the only city in any of the four counties to be controlled by a government such as the Judiciary; all other governments are more Democratic.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][u][b]The Sign-up: [/b][/u]

[b]Name: [/b] [Keep the names to those used by the countries mentioned, if you would. =)]
[b]Age: [/b] [Above 21, please.]
[b]Gender: [/b] [Self explanatory.]
[b]Status: [/b] [Noble, self-styled noble or working class citizen. Judiciary members are self-styled nobles.]
[b]Faction: [/b] [The Judiciary or the Opposed.]
[b]Appearance: [/b] [Written preferred, but picture can be added as well. No anime characters.

[i]Judiciary[/i] have public faces that I have supplied, but what they look like beneath their costumes is up to you.

[i]Opposed[/i] never were the public faces that the Judiciary members wear. They look like normal citizens.]
[b]Personality: [/b] [How does your character act? What views shape their thinking?]
[b]History: [/b] [Three paragraphs minimum. Tell me about your characters life so far.]
[b]Weapon: [/b] [Swords, daggers and spears. Perhaps some scythes and sickles.]
[b]Role: [/b] [Only applicable if you?re playing one of the Judiciary.][/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DarkRed][b]Extra:[/b] For the information on Judiciary roles and appearances, go to the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=768713#post768713]Underground,[/URL] where you can also have a chance to ask any questions you might have about signups.

I will also be picking which signups [i]I[/i] like [b]best.[/b] Please use good grammar and try and make original characters. I look forward to all sign-ups! =D [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkGreen]I edited the rating of this thread because specific ages shouldn't be used in them.
- Sandy[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[BlueMoon]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Celio Vasari

[B]Age:[/B] 34 (he insists he could pass for younger)

[B]Gender:[/B] Male, although he thanks you very much for asking

[B]Status:[/B] Self-styled noble,[I] very [/I] styled if he can say so, which he does

[B]Faction: [/B] The Judiciary

[B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/sagekaley/Tennant.jpg ]Image Here[/URL] and [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/sagekaley/tennad01.jpg]here[/URL]

Celio is a tall, aristocratic man, known for his elegance from the tie of his cravat, down to the very last stitch in his cuffs. His love of style and beauty is easy to see in his looks. One thing he constantly complains about, though, is his hair: short, brown and never listens to him. The short bangs always fall close to his eyes, except on the rare days that he wins over his hair. However, he does think his deep brown eyes compliment his hair, which is what is important, right? Celio is what one might call ?baby-faced? and what others have called a ?pretty-boy.? In reality, he is happy to be both. He not only looks younger, he keeps those looks in order.

Standing at about 6?2??, he is lanky and yet moves with the perfect fluidity of water, aware of his every step. Often times, his movements are languid and somewhat exaggerated, although they are more reserved once there is business to do. He is especially proud of the way he carries himself, with easy, grace and charm, always ready to pull out a chair for a lady or get the door for a gentleman.

His public costume displays his favorite colors, red and gold, as the only colors. The costume itself is wispy and bright, blood red, floating around him like a mist of veils and scarves, finished with a pair of slim matching gloves going up his arms. The headdress is a series of knotted scarves, dangling fabric ornaments and tousled veils. The single golden piece in the sea of red is a plain, emotionless mask, thin and undistorted. For some odd reason, people tend to mistake his public costume as female (although Celio insists he?s more ?pretty? and less ?effeminate?).

His regular clothes vary, although they are always flashy. Celio prefers wearing the finest clothes available, with vests, jackets, long sleeves with giant cuffs, gloves, pants and boots. All of this tailored to fit. Yet for a man so obsessed with his clothes, only a few items matter. The sword tied to his side is not for show and serves as his weapon. A small dagger is kept in his jackets, just in case, though Heaven forbid that case come up. However, the most important is the dark, rusted old key kept on a leather strip around his neck. It is always hidden, tucked into his shirt. It is always there, a reminder of his true work.

[B]Personality: [/B] If it isn?t yet apparent, Celio is a chatty man. He?s not defined by his usually running mouth but it?s one of the first things people notice. His happiness isn?t even a mask (trust him on this, he knows masks). Celio, even in these violent times, can?t help but enjoy himself. He can often be found debating such life-altering decisions as what boots go best with his pants and if his hair should be brushed differently. He also has a deep appreciation for beauty, although it often comes off as superficial what with all the flirting and compliments. Even his underlings tend to be selected for the beauty they possess, both in looks and their skills. However, Celio isn?t so vapid that he misses the true beauty around him. He enjoys life, valuing his own and those close to him, and loves seeing happiness in those around him.

That being said, he?s still a member of the Judiciary and he earned his spot. Celio?s nature charms can have a cold edge when manipulating those around him and he has no qualms with murder. He can be downright ruthless once it comes down to business and knows when to keep his mouth shut. When not tending to his nastier duties as a Judiciary, Celio enjoys the company of others, a bottle of wine and a good book. His closest ally and friend is Ilyse.

[B]History: [/B] Celio was born in Rome, Italy, where much of his childhood was spent. His parents, while fairly loving and supportive, were often busy in their jobs in government stations. Surprisingly, he is not bitter or resents them for not having time for him. He understood that duties were important and kept out of their way. Celio, therefore, was mostly raised by his older sister, Oriana.

It was from Oriana that he learned to love beauty, loving flowers, gardens, people, buildings, paintings, even finely crafted weapons were beautiful. Oriana enrolled him in fencing lessons and watched over him during his private tutoring. They spent meals together, did their work together, shopped together, they did everything together. She was, in the simplest of terms, his biggest influence and his world. Eventually he decided to try his luck at becoming a painter, dabbling in law on the side to make ends meet. Oriana, of course, married and Celio was happy for her. In fact, things were pretty happy in general. Life was good.

However, all good things must come to an end. When Celio was twenty-eight, Oriana was murdered on her way home from shopping. When Celio found out, he was devastated. He began to hone his sword skills, determined to bring down Oriana?s killer himself. In his mind, it was the only way he could repay his sister for her kindness. Yet fate again sent him another twist when Oriana?s killer was captured and sent to jail before Celio could get his revenge. There, he was safe from Celio, protected in the legal system. Or so he thought.

Celio went back into law and became a master of it, using his natural charms to win his way through the courts, where he earned the honorary title of dungeon keeper and his own keys to the cells. It was outstanding, word spreading that a man had taken over the court with a simple smile. With the keys his, he could stroll the dungeons as he pleased. Celio became feared by the criminals there, known for his ability to twist words and throw their crimes back at them until they begged for mercy. After toying with Oriana?s kill for some time, Celio finally finished the man himself. He went home, planning to leave Rome when he was approached by a strange man. That man was Maestro.

Maestro convinced him to hold others for their crimes, working for him. He offered him a high place and protection in the upcoming plot. Celio, doubting it would be wise ? or even an option ? to turn this man down, happily agreed. He became Holding, donning the public costume. That is, of course, his current lot in life. Yet sometimes, Celio wonders if maybe, things should be different . . .

[B]Weapon:[/B] A regular sword, with small knife as back-up

[B]Role: [/B] Holding [/SIZE][/COLOR]

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(Man, I wrote a novel there, didn't I? What can I say? I like Celio)

[Allamorph]

Judgment's Hound

Name: The Hound's name is unknown; the Judiciary, even the Maestro, call the wraith only Hound, or The Hound when not speaking to it directly.

Age: This is also unknown.

Gender: Unknown

Status: Self-styled Noble

Faction: Judiciary

Appearance: (given appearance)

The Hound has never been seen wearing any garment except its Judiciary attire and its eerie, mouth-less mask. It looms over those around it; a large black tricorne hat rests ominously above the mask, presumably on the head of an actual person. The rest of The Hound is covered by great black robes that reach down to the floor and up past the mask on either side and in back, almost touching the tricorne's brim, billowing as The Hound moves. The Hound's feet are obscured, creating the illusion that it is constantly hovering; its hands are also hidden, though occasionally one will emerge from the folds of the black robes to retrieve a necessary scroll or parchment or some such item. On these occasions, the hand is always seen wearing an opaque white glove.

Personality:

The Hound is taciturn, speaking tersely only if directly addressed, and even then it only unfailingly responds to the Maestro's orders; it will ignore other members of the Judiciary if it does not see that a response is mandated by the situation. It does not socialize, only appearing with the others at certain public functions, and then it is still almost completely silent. The Hound always stands against the wall with the greatest degree of shadow present.

There are two Pharoah's Hounds that sometimes accompany it. The Hound was asked about their names once, and remarkably responded: the larger, more intimidating of the two it calls Cerberus, and this dog has a deep, throaty bark and always sits on its master's left; the one on its right it calls Laelaps, and is a slightly smaller dog notorious for cornering those attempting to escape arrest.

When making an arrest, The Hound first leaves a replica of its mask for its target to find, generally in their bedroom or study. Most of the arrests happen at night, and despite having never lost a chase, The Hound is usually fled from. It then calls its Pharoah Hound, which pursues the unfortunate until it and The Hound have them cornered. At such times, The Hound seems to be everywhere, appearing at the end of a road the person had been intending to flee down, constantly forcing them into side alleys and dead ends. It also appears to possess nigh inhuman speed and agility, and the massive flapping of its robes as it gives chase adds to the element of terror.

Biography:

Judgment's Hound came with the Maestro. No one knows anything about it, its name, its past life, or even its gender; its voice changes each time it makes an appearance, from a rich tenor to a quiet alto to a gravelly bass. Perhaps Records' drawers hold some information about itâ??and perhaps not....

Weapon:

The Hound carries no visible weapon, nor does it generally need one. It was only assailed once, by a certain Petr Holst, who had found the trademark mask on his bed and had publicly announced that he would kill The Hound when it came for him. His body was discovered the next morning in the street surrounded by scattered shreds of black cloth, his face contorted in a mixture of hatred and terror, a blood-free saber clenched in his hand, and a stiletto buried in the back of his neck. The authorities determined from the amount of blood present that he had been killed there; presumably he had chased The Hound into the street and there met his demise. Though the cloth tatters around him suggested that he had at least fought The Hound before dying, no other blood spatterings were found anywhere near the scene. To date, the incident has not been repeated.

Role: Judgment's Hound Edited May 15, 2014 by Allamorph

[Ozymandius Jones]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOliveGreen][b]Name: [/b] Isak Renetti
[b]Age: [/b] 24
[b]Gender: [/b] Male
[b]Status: [/b] Working Class
[b]Faction: [/b] The Opposed
[b]Appearance: [/b] Isak has an average height and build, not skinny but not muscular, not too tall but not short either; maybe about five feet, ten inches and a hundred and sixty pounds. He has shoulder length curly black hair, and the rough beginnings of a beard and mustache on his face. His skin is tanned, and his eyes are a deep, foresty green.
[b]Personality: [/b] Generally easygoing and friendly, but with a hair-trigger temper. He is fiercely loyal, and will fight insults to friends almost to the point of death. He is also very good at holding grudges, but lacks the bloodthirstness to carry his planned revenges out.
[b]History: [/b] Isak has always been a breadmaker. He was apparenticed to his grandfather at the age of seven, and worked with him on up, learning all of the old man's "trade secrets". It was said that Papa Renetti could make the finest breads in all of Cenive.

As Isak grew older, he began to gain some of his grandfather's skills, eventually working his way up to owning his own shop across town. He would still travel every day after the shop closed to see his grandfather, to talk to him and learn from him. He was closer to the old man than he was to his own father. During his years of owning his shop, he met and fell in love with a girl named Iris. They were engaged after three years, when Isak turned 21. The times were hard, but they loved each other very much.

The night he asked her to marry him, he left for his nightly visit to his grandfather, only to discover his grandfather's shop had been shut down, and the old man was being hanged at dawn for treachery.

Most of Isak's optomism died with the old man. He's been kept under watch since that day, and has still not married Iris, though they are still engaged. He works with the palace - supplying much of their baked goods - and keeping an eye on...[i]things[/i], just because. Just because some of his less than reputable friends might need that eye in the palace one of these days.
[b]Weapon: [/b] A simple bread knife, as he doesn't do much fighting at all.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Blayze]

[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Giacomo Lenini[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]29[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Male[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Status:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Self-Styled Noble[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Faction:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]The Judiciary[/size][/font][/center]


[center][b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][u]Appearance:[/u][/size][/font][/b][/center]
[center][b][url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/Carnivale/Hound.jpg"][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Here[/size][/font][/url][/b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]- unmasked appearance [/size][/font][url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/LindseyMcDonald.jpg"][b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]here[/size][/font][/b][/url][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] Giacomo was once a pale, sickly child, but throughout his young adult life he managed to build up his upper body strength. No-one is quite sure what the tattoos on his upper body mean, but they are definitely linked to his bond with his Pharoah Hound, as they are the same markings that appear on the Hound's collar.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Giacomo is a tall, imposing man, both muscular and slim, with strong muscles in his arms, legs and chest. His muscles are almost constantly coiled, tensed, ready for him to leap into action, and this gives him an uneasy appearance at the besat of times.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]His flowing black hair is most often held back into a loose ponytail, especially when he affixes his mask. His usual attire is simple, mostly black, with boots, slacks and a tunic, all made of the same simple black silk. However, when Giacomo becomes Judgement's Hound, he dons his long, black cloak and pulls the hood up to cover the seam where the mask meets his face.[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Giacomo is a ruthless, relentless hunter by Role and by Nature. He is driven by the hunt, and nothing else. No woman can seduce him, no force of law can frighten him. He works to protect himself, and does so with steely determination. During public demonstrations, he prefers to move himself back, staying out of the way, and letting the others, such as the Scales of Judgement, and the Gavel of Ending do the talking.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]However, unlike many members of the Judiciary, his unmasked personality is almost no different to his public personality. He is known and feared throughout Cenive and the outlying territories as a ruthless, cold-hearted hunter who will stop at nothing to achieve the goals of himself and of the Judiciary as a whole.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]He seems to have an unspoken bond with his [/size][/font][url="http://http//img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/Carnivale/JudgmentsHound.jpg"][b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Pharoah Hound[/size][/font][/b][/url][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2], whom he can call without a single word spoken. He calls the female hound "Sasha," for reasons that no-one who has ever encountered Giacomo has discovered.[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Born on the outskirts of Cenive, Giacomo was a weak, sickly child, who could barely defend himself against his abusive father. His mother suffered long through childbirth, and the pain never seemed to vanish, forcing Giacomo to watch his mother become a broken woman. His father took care of him, but this was care in the loosest sense of the word. He would take Giacomo to work with him every day, as a silk merchant, and would regularly beat and torment the boy after long days of working.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]However, when Giacomo was a mere ten years old, after suffering at the hands of his father for almost his entire life, his mother died. This finally gave Giacomo the chance to leave home, and he ran into the woods with a pack of food on his back, fleeing the tyranny of his forceful patriarch.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]On his first night in the woods, Giacomo (who had begun to call himself "Jack") encountered a pack of stray dogs which had wandered from the city centre to the outskirts. He befriended all of them, but became particularly drawn to a strong-willed Pharoah Hound, whom he affectionately named "Sasha."[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Over the coming months, Jack had to learn to fend for himself. He began to learn the tricks of the forest, allowing him to hunt, to track animals across great distances, and to kill them for his own gain, albeit only for food. All this time he was accompanied by his now-faithful companion Sasha, and throughout the summer he grew stronger, both in character and in physical strength. He cut off all ties to other humans, leaving him with cold feelings towards them, but in return for this his sicknesses cleared, leaving him a strong, healthy young man.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]It was one day in the long hot summer that he ventured back to his old home for the first time, by accident, as he was tracking a deer. He found his father sitting by the window, drunk, with dozens of empty wine bottles around him. He took a few steps inside, and as his father turned to face him, he unleashed Sasha. The Hound ripped Jack's father apart, leaving him lying in a steadily-growing pool of his own blood.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]It was not long after that Jack was arrested just inside the city for stealing food (it had been a particularly sparse winter, and there was barely any decent food in the forest), and thrown into jail. The soldiers who kept him there beat him, and it once more unleashed the animal inside him. Sasha appeared, as if from nowhere, with no spoken command from Jack, and tore the guards apart.[/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Stepping through the carnage, a man in a mask appeared to Jack, and he was recruited into the ranks of the Maestro. He was given elocution lessons to make him well-spoken once more, and he reclaimed his name of Giacomo. But to the public, the citizens of Cenive, he would always be known, and feared, as one thing, and one thing only...[/size][/font][/center]

[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Judgement's Hound.[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Weapon:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]A long, but thin sword, which he wields with deadly efficiency[/size][/font][/center]


[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b][u]Role:[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center]
[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Judgement's Hound[/size][/font][/center]

[center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][All done! Hope it meets your expectations!][/size][/font][/center]

[Inuyasha Fandom]

Name: Christopher Rouge

Age: 19

Status: Citizen

Faction: The Opposed

Appearence: A simple black peasant's cloak, underneath of which he is completly dressed in black leather, with embedded spikes. He's got a face that would charm even an angel, all the while he steals his own wings. His pale grey eyes are lively and jovial, not at all off setting his stark black hair.

Personality: A real ladies' man, or so they think. He's bright, jovial, and all around obnoxious. He's a charmer, and knows how to work situations to his advantage. Always smiling, he can cat a light from within the gloom. But, when he's been hired to steal things, he's alomst impossible to stop. He's cunning, but still a huge flirt. But, not with the ladies...... He's not well known for his tastes in partners, everyone assumes he's just nice and obnoxious.

History: His parents passed away while he was still young, so he's had to resort to theivery to make his way in the world. He steal to make his money, useing magic to aid him in remaining hidden, or to cast illusions. He was still young when he joined the [I]Triste Del Saveine[/I], a travekling theatre group and band of theives. Since, he has been quite the romantic, but also a popular idol.

Being a theif since he was only five, it's all he's ever known. He's developed quite a talent, and it is said he could steal even a kings' pants........while he was wearing them. But, he's also given to those who can't make a means to live in this world. For this, he's been makrked as a target to be rid of, because he inspires hope in what they would prefer to be a seemingly endless void of life.

He's made it to the higer up rankings within his organization, which makes him a very prominent figure to those within the opposed. As such, he no longer deemed a simple nuisance.... He is now a threat.

Weapon: A theif's lash knife, a knive attached to a long chain, used to climb high walls and to render people unconcious.

[4815162342]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Quite good signups so far [b]BlueMoon[/b] and [b]Ozymandius Jones[/b]. Quite good. I also am looking forward to finished signups from [b]Allamorph[/b] and [b]Blayze.[/b]

...[b]Inuyasha Fandom[/b], do you think perhaps you could expand your signup a bit and make it a bit more in-depth? (Also. Perhaps you could use spell-check in Word?)

And just another note for anyone - the characters that are good would not have the caliber of magic required to make illusions unless they had a pact with the devil, and that would make the character evil then. (:

[b]Note:[/b] It is permissable to sign up for the same position someone else has. I will pick whichever I like [b]best[/b], though. : D[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[madnessofthecat]

[COLOR=DimGray][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Lise Mercy Beavelle"Mercutio Lindell"
[B]
Age:[/B] 29

[B]Gender:[/B] Female(pretends to be male)

[B]Status:[/B] self-styled noble

[B]Faction: [/B]The Judiciary
[B]
Appearance:[/B]

[URL=http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c232/jovie16/image7785.jpg]Mercy picture [/URL]
Mercy is a cold looking woman, thick and of a moderate height of 5'6". Her hair is a burnt brown and curls down tucking just behind her ears with nothing else to keep it in place. She has very effeminate features, thin pale lips, small hands, her body shape is of a moderate size and she weights around 130 lbs. Her face is in a constant angered expression that doesn't give much light to what she's thinking, Her eye brows seem thick and almost man-ish in their shape. She's often mistaken as a young boy due to them and the way she carries herself. She likes to wear red coats, and pant and has gotten into the habit of making her own cloths and modifications. its not the "norm" to see her walking around town in a dress. Most people aren't aware that she's a woman.

She constantly gives off a scent of smoke and perfumes.

[B]Personality:[/B] Cold, brutal, and unforgiving Mercy is hardly one to play on emotions and feelings. She's patient when she wants something, but that only goes so far.She's sly and a lying is in her blood and soul. She wants power and riches and would do almost anything to get it. But the dark hole in her heart only goes but so deep, she has love for certain people, but her take on love seems to have an entirely different meaning, she tends to send away or hurt the people she's closet with so she doesn't have to deal with them. She also absolutely hates to be criticized or crossed(no matter how many people she herself has crossed).

[B]History:[/B]
She was almost three when her mother's third child and the only boy died. Mercutio Beavelle, that was what they had named him before his life suddenly came to an end, that hardly had an effect on the child. Surprisingly it was her mother who first started abusing the children of their household,verbally at least. She'd get into the wine and go on long rambles of how useless the girls were and how she always wanted a boy. "Sluts and whores that's all you are"she'd slur her words and throw them around like she was baptizing the children in them.

Her father would come home late and know none the better. The children would be asleep in their beds licking their wounds by the time he got home. By the time She reached Her mid-teens she was immune to criticism of any kind. Thick headed and short tempered, due to not being able to take out her frustration about what was going on at home.Her father thought of her a problem, she had the mouth of a bar maiden according to him, of course he had no idea she had learned all this from her mother. The older sisters were the same way but were told to either grow out of it or were sent away, or so they were warned. Mercy didn't take well to the warning and lashed out at her mother at the spot.

A year later she was married off to a man for a decent sum of money. She played the role of the lady of the house or risk being shamed in pubic and she did play for a long time, at least five years before she got scent of another and took a lover.Well, it wasn't long before rumors started to spread and her husband found out. Although he knew, he said nothing of it when he did see her. Mercy soon got tired of her lover. One summer day, her lover drunk and half crazed demanded that she leave her husband, she refused. She didn't see the point she had lost her lust for the man and no longer wanted to see him. He attacked her and the night ended with her stabbing him in the ribs and then fleeing from the house with very little possessions.

To escape what she thought would surely be the death of her, She met her little sister, currently working at a brothel like her mother predicted years ago. She got inside the town easily after having shredded her blood dress and stealing some male clothing. When her sister spotted her half drunk, she laughed and splurged about how she looked like a man in those types of clothing. She took a look at herself and grinned, a year later the two were off to Austria Under the names of Mercutio and Camille Lindell. Her sister was right, she didn't quite a bit like a young male in that outfit and for the first time she thanked God that her father was a tailor.

Lie after Lie the two of them weaved their way into the society of Austria and their politics. Her sister having caught the eye of a local politician,Douglas Norlam. Mercy played that to her full advantage eventually making her way to Cenive. Once Douglas was of no use to them he was quickly disposed of. Soon she sent her sister away back to Austria, not wanting her getting in the way of her goal to obtain some status of power, thinking Camille could be used against her. While plots were unfolding, she had yet to decide what position she would take about all of the changes in government. Her mind was made up when she was asked to become the noose. The power to take life... in the hands of a woman no less, my what would mother think now.
[B]
Weapon: [/B]Spear and a dagger with a black handle

[B]Role: [/B]The Noose
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[Billy Shears]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkGreen]Name: Chella Masoni
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Status: Citizen
Faction: The Opposed
Appearance: [soon]
Personality: [soon]
Weapon: [soon]
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[SIZE=1]I promise to you, I will finish this soon. I just want to have a spot reserved. :^*[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[4815162342]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange]So. I will be leaving signups open for about one more week or so, and then I will post my own signup and announce who is in in the Underground. I hope to get a few more non-judiciary sign-ups. ^^

~Numbers[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Inuyasha Fandom]

okay..... i edited, and added an appearence... i hope it is good enough, because my comie wouldn't let me paste anything......

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[SIZE=1][U][COLOR=DarkGreen][B]The Sign-up:[/B] [/U]

[B]Name:[/B] Ilyse Blasa Kappel
[I]Her names mean, in order, ?noble,? ?firebrand? and ?chapel.?[/I]

[B]Age:[/B] 30

[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Status:[/B] Self-styled noble.

[B]Faction:[/B] The Judiciary.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/Carnivale/E.jpg]Public[/URL] appearance and [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/Carnivale/Ilyse.jpg]private[/URL] appearance.

Ilyse when she isn?t in her public costume is about five foot five and compact; her build somewhat reminiscent of a full grown boxer. Her pale green eyes, set deep and wide apart in her delicately boned face, are lazy; she often looks as if she?s going to fall asleep.

Her hair is so blonde it is practically white, and it complements her pale cheeks well. Ilyse?s skin is uniformly milk-white with a faint rose blush, though major portions are tattooed in images that reflect nature and the area surrounding her home town.

Ilyse wears denim skirts and loose white button-up blouses, along with worn leather vests and ankle-high boots made of soft calf-skin. She refuses to wear any jewelry aside from a twisted silver chain.

Her public costume is made of deep black feathery fabric, which has round silver mirrors polka-dotted across the majority of it. The costume flows around her, masking her figure, and the neckline of her costume is rimmed in black toile which comes up around her head, hiding the edges of her mask.

Ilyse?s hands are covered in close fitting black gloves and she wears a single silver ring on her pinky finger. Her mask is set in a neutral expression and is painted a uniform sparkling silver. She tops the outfit off with a top hat whose band she tucks a sprig of white flowers into.

She always walks with firm, determined steps; a woman who knows where she is going. Her voice is somewhat husky and mellow, and she smells of green tea and wood smoke.

[B]Personality:[/B] When Ilyse is with those she knows well she has a morbid, joking personality and is very open. Often times she can still come off as blunt and maybe even a bit harsh, but you just have to understand her to realize what she is like. She is very firm in what she believes and will not back down from any fight if she can help it.

When she?s on the job she is very straightforward and no nonsense, detaching herself from all situations and approaching them with a clinical, aloof air. This often leads to her being called names such as ?inhuman? and ?cold? by the Cenivians, but she brushes them off easily, choosing not to dwell on such things.

She almost never has any breakdowns, but when she does you can count on her having them in private. The only one she would possibly allow to witness her breakdowns would be Cielo.

All feelings she may have on the wrongness of what she does are most times pushed aside to a deep corner of her mind and hidden. On the few times when she doesn?t do this, she usually winds up having a breakdown.

[B]History:[/B] Ilyse was born in Switzerland, the first child in what would later become a family with more than seven children. She always took her familial responsibilities seriously, watching over all of her siblings carefully.

Her earliest memories consist of watching over younger siblings while her parents worked in the local mill; then handing off a younger brother or sister to a flour covered parent when they returned home.

She continued her role of unofficial babysitter in between her job of herding the town?s sheep with other girls from the village. Her life was very unassuming and uncomplicated until she was around fifteen and her parents sent her and a brother off to visit an elderly great-aunt.

This aunt lived in another city, over a day?s journey away, and so her great-niece and nephew stayed for well over a month with her. When Ilyse and her brother were finally contacted to come back, they found their home was being rented by a new tenant, and that it was the town-father who had called them back out of guilt.

Ilyse?s parents ? and her younger siblings ? were dead. She and her brother were now orphans due to a robbery gone enormously awry and ending in the deaths of their parents and eight siblings.

The men who had committed this crime were caught soon after Ilyse?s return to her village. Ilyse, in an act that stunned the town?s citizens, claimed the responsibility of their execution.

Not even a month after her return in a public square ? with her brother and a gathering of citizens watching ? she tightened the nooses around the criminal?s necks and dropped the doors beneath them. And she sent them to their deaths with no remorse.

Ilyse lived as a ward of the town for three years ? during which she gained a reputation for taking jobs no one else wanted ? and when she reached her eighteenth birthday she moved out of Switzerland.

And she left her brother ? a surly, rebellious, teen ? with a promise to return for him when she could.

Within a couple years her travels brought her to Cenive, where she quickly became known as a terror; never seen, but known for all the hangings that she caused.

Some of said hangings were carried out through tips she gave to the law, and others were through vigilante work of her own accord. And, at times, the hangings seemed to take place out of spite, and nothing else; the death of her family was always fresh on her mind even though years had passed.

Her actions, it would seem, were taking their toll on what had once been a sane mind.

Years passed and Ilyse?s illicit actions continued along their distressing trend, and so when she was approached by a masked man named Maestro about aligning herself with him?she agreed.

She agreed without a second thought.

[B]Weapon:[/B] Ilyse?s main weapon is a noose of course rope, but when she joins Judgment?s Hound on a Hunt, she carries a scythe whose handle is made of heavy black iron and whose blade is made of strong, tempered, razor-sharp steel.

[B]Role:[/B] Gallows[/COLOR]



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[COLOR=DarkOrange]Okay. We're awaiting at least one new signup, possibly two. So signups are still [b]open[/b] at this moment.

So far the [b]accepted[/b] are:

[b]BlueMoon[/b] with [i]Celio Vasari (Holding)[/i]
[b]Allamorph[/b] with [i]The Hound (Judegement's Hound)[/i]
[b]Ozymandius Jones[/b] with [i]Isaak Renetti[/i]
and
[b]Madness of the Cat[/b] with [i]Lise Mercy Beavelle (Noose).[/i]

We have one [b]pending[/b]:

[b]Blayze[/b] with [i]Giacomo Lenini.[/i][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Guest Lenari]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][SIZE=1][FONT=Verdana]Warning: Might've gotten a [I]little[/I] bit carried away. Heh. :animeswea

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[COLOR=SlateGray][B]Name[/B]: Jeanne-Marie Laroux, born Chiara Mastroianni

[B]Age[/B]: 23

[B]Gender[/B]: Female

[B]Status[/B]: Noble

[B]Faction[/B]: The Opposed

[B]Appearance[/B]: Jeanne-Marie is slightly under the average height, at an approximate 5?4?. Her delicate features frame a pair of almond-shaped hazel eyes graced with a piercing stare. She is known for always having a half smile on her lips, one that does not quite reach her eyes or reveal her thoughts. As Chiara, she wore her wavy dark brown hair long, but Jeanne-Marie wears it short. Her clothing is usually very sleek and no-nonsense, emphasizing the aspects of her personality. Her accessories, however, are crafted to attract attention and convey messages to the people around her. Her signature color is silver.

[B]Personality[/B]: Those who know Jeanne-Marie will describe her as cold and calculating, with a steely demeanor and a harder voice, and will be hard-pressed to find a single moment that makes them think of warmth. Everyone who has ever met her, as Jeanne-Marie or Chiara, agrees that she is an interesting woman. She can be charming when necessary, but her most attractive quality is simply the contradiction between her feminine self and hard persona.

[B]History[/B]: Chiara Mastroianni is the only daughter born to Jean-Maurice Mastroianni and his wife Vittoria. Jean-Maurice was born to an Italian merchant and a French noblewoman, a union that ostracized his mother from her family. After his mother?s death and the subsequent battle over her remains, Jean-Maurice took a young bride. They tried unsuccessfully to conceive for years, and they finally managed to have Chiara.

Chiara was raised by both her parents to be a free-thinking and independent individual, a very controversial attitude to teach a woman. By the time she was seventeen, she was a self-sufficient woman, ready to take care of herself. Her mother, however, did not believe that being so liberal during her rearing had been such a good idea. She fell ill shortly after, and expressed to her husband her doubts on Chiara being able to sustain a marriage, which prompted Jean-Maurice to ship her off to France to become more lady-like. ?You are already a strong woman,? he told her. ?Now, you must become a delicate lady.?

It was during her time in France that she learned from the Laroux women what would become her greatest weapons: the female arts of conversation and misdirection. She also got to immerse herself in all of the culture that is only available to the high class citizens. Nobility suited her well, for it kept her from having to reveal too much of herself. She was, quite simply, the youngest Laroux girl, and that was all anyone needed to know.

She had barely been in France for a year when she was told of the change of government in Cenive by her father, who advised her to stay in France. ?It is not safe to breathe here anymore, my child,? he wrote to her, and she would soon know just how true this was. At 20 years of age, older already than her mother had been when she had her, she received word of her parents? mysterious death, and the subsequent liquidation of the estate, since there was no known heir. It was then she knew her father had all but erased her from the family.

At that moment, much to the Laroux?s dismay, Chiara vowed to find out what really happened in Cenive during her absence, and to avenge her family?s death and dishonor. She crafted a name in honor of her father, and returned as Jeanne-Marie Laroux, a French noblewoman running away from an arranged marriage she did not wish to fall into. Armed with her pain and the Laroux?s resources, she has since established herself as a powerful woman in Cenive, bringing herself as close to the members of the Judiciary as possible. Now, she is simply awaiting the opportunity to strike back.

[B]Weapon[/B]: Most of her fighting is verbal, but she does carry around a pair of small daggers.[/COLOR]

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Well, I did warn you. ;)[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Zytka]

The Sign-up dealio:

[U][B]Name[/B][/U]: Ubac Ngozi. "Ngozi" means "blessing" in Igbo.

[U][B]Age[/B][/U]: 23

[B][U]Gender[/U][/B]: Male

[B][U]Status[/U][/B]: Self-styled noble.

[B][U]Faction[/U][/B]: Not quite sure, as he is "Thoroughly confused"!

[B][U]Appearance[/U][/B]: Ahem.

Ubac is a rather tall, jaunty, clumsy type of fellow. His height reaches about a 6' 6", with a healthy stature. The first thing noticeable about him is probably his broad shoulders, besides his unnatural height. If one were to look down, they?d notice large feet to match the large size. Whilst looking down there, they might find the leather shoes Ubac wears are worn down and he could tell you they barely fit him anymore. Actually, both shoes are different sizes. On nicer days, sometimes he goes without shoes and goes around barefoot. If you ask, he?ll tell you he doesn?t mind the annoying pebbles or weeds under his feet, and no, he?s not that concerned with getting tetanus from this.

Looking back up, his facial features see a rather handsome man with high cheekbones and sad eyes. Most end up getting caught in such expressive chocolate eyes, probably wondering the relevance of emotional eyes compared to an intimidating bodily feature. Ubac does not have a full fuzzy beard, but rather wayward bristles on and around his chin. The whiskers on the underside of his chin poke the large Adam?s apple, which juts out from his neck. The voice that omits from it is as deep as the colour on his skin, which is a dark chocolate.

Ubac would most likely been seen wearing a large frilly dress shirt, once white and formal, and knee breeches. The particular shirt satisfies Ubac, and it runs down just above his knees, where it?s normally tucked in to his brown-gray breeches. It?s guaranteed that they have not had a proper wash with antibacterial soap (or any soap) in at least a few years. Aside from this, Ubac manages to keep himself clean, if not his clothes, and manages to smell fairly inoffensive.

In addition to the ?pauper? preset, and fairly out of place, a dusty Beaver Fur Hat lies atop Ubac?s stringy coils.

[B][U]Personality[/U][/B]: If anyone were to ask anything about Ubac, the first thing that would come to mind would be "quiet". Yes, he is the silent type, and would rather think things through completely before charging right into something. Despite his rather intimidating stature, Ubac's really... not that threatening. He would rather stop to smell the tulips and then wonder the coincidence that he might stumble upon such a flower than punch a guy. He seems rather childish, but, well. Yeah. He is. Not in the "oh god why is he screaming obscenely and finger painting all over the place" way, but in the way that a child's curiosity shines though.

Alongside this curiosity comes an odd naivety. He will most likely believe whatever you tell him, at least until he finds evidence suggesting otherwise. Ubac takes info in, and has a habit of trusting others too greatly too quickly. Because of his almost immediately trust, he?s a very friendly person, with a ?be grateful for what you have? attitude on life. Though he lacks them, Ubac would do anything for a friend.

[B][U]History[/U][/B]: Ubac would be a strange site to see in Cenive, but it?d mostly be in the streets. Both of this poor lad?s parents descended from Nigeria, Africa, making him automatically outcast. Ubac doesn?t know a lot about both parents, and even less about his mother, whom died shortly after giving birth. He did know that his parents traveled north until they knew they had reached the ocean. They were close... as it was the Mediterranean Sea, and they had spotted a cargo ship loading, about to depart.

?How did you know, pappy?? Little Ubac had once asked.

?My boy, God showed us the way, and we knew in our hearts that seeing that ship was destiny,? Pappy?s deep voice rumbled in his accent, patting his son on the back.

Pappy and his wife both snuck into the cargo crates, hoping wherever the boat will take them will lead them to better life. As neither adult spoke fluent English, they had no idea the tea ship was heading to Obleses, Greece. Both spent a few days with smuggled bread in their area, until, as they understand, a storm was heading and had to go off-course. Instead of going east, they?d be going west.

The ship?s captain docked at Panels, Italy. Both Ubac?s mother and father hurried off, wrapping their clothes tighter across their bodies. Both were already married in Nigeria, and had left two children behind in neighbours? care. Heterosexual intercourse happened whilst in Panels, and nine months later, Ubac was born. His mother did die due to pneumonia a few months after. Ubac?s father took the infant, highly upset, and fled as far away as he was willing to go. He ended up in Cenive.

After some consideration, Ubac?s father decided to settle in Cenive, and that?s where Ubac grew up. ?Pappy?, as Ubac would call him, went into normal stages of grief. Life was all right up until Ubac was about four, which is when Pappy stopped denying the death of his wife and it finally sunk it. Both males had been living all right; low-wage, but affordable lives in a low cost apartment, however the four-year-old couldn?t be expected to pay rent. At that time, Pappy had picked up on English, and taught it to his son, with still a heavy accent. But yes, it sunk in. Pappy started using what little money he had on going to the local Inn. It would normally be once a month, but the binge drinking ended up getting more frequent. Even the men at the Inn were concerned, looking beyond race.

In a month?s time, Pappy was a violent alcoholic, as most alcoholics are, and things were getting bad, fast. Don?t they usually? Pappy came home to a shivering Ubac, who didn?t understand the concept of mind-altering beverages. Beating and throwing of bottles would occur, until Pappy would pass out. This occurred for around eight months.

On Pappy?s seventh birthday, Pappy had regained some control. Unfortunately, he came to his senses about what he was doing, and how he was treating his only son in his presence, his only family. So, Pappy saved up what he could from quick work he could find, and bought his son a play by a lad called William Shakespeare. Ubac was ecstatic, and couldn?t wait to read it, though had difficulty. Pappy read out the first page, and let his son try the rest on his own. Not long later, Pappy asked his son, in the friendliest voice he could muster, if he?d like to go down to the chocolate house. Ubac, of course, agreed. He was about to get his first chocolate.

When they arrived, Pappy gave his son the appropriate amount of money for some chocolates. Ubac entered, but came back to find that his father had disappeared.

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Since then, being a lad of 23, Ubac as managed to live without holding any grudge against his father. He learned how to live on his own, a modest living, and a humbling experience. He has little knowledge of any politics in the world surrounding him, but Ubac has heard of the renowned Judiciary, and has no opinion of them. Their business is not his own.

[U][B]Weapon[/B][/U]: There are no real weapons, as he does not like to fight. The only things he has are ?what God gave him?.

([B][U]Role[/U][/B]: N/A)

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[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange][b]Signups are now reopened.[/b] Check the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=770757&posted=1#post770757]Underground[/URL] for the semi-final cast list.

Signups are reopened for [b]One Week[/b] 'cause I fail at actually [i]starting[/i] this thing, and need time to regather my thoughts to get this thing rolling. So yeah...new signups are welcome!

So sorry, everyone.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Allamorph]

[FONT=Arial]And I assume that the old positions still hold?[/FONT]

[4815162342]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Orange]Yes. The old positions still hold. *nods* Since I loved them all.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Silent_sword909]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Name[/COLOR]: André Fougeres/ Barri Brossard (alias)
[COLOR=DarkGreen]Age[/COLOR]: 28
[COLOR=DarkGreen]Gender[/COLOR]: Male
[COLOR=DarkGreen]Status[/COLOR]: Noble/Self-Styled Noble/ (alias)
[COLOR=DarkGreen]Faction[/COLOR]: the Opposed

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Appearance[/COLOR]: A man with a grim set to his face, he is tall; with height reaching around 6 feet. His skin is a fair to light tan, as he usually spends some of his time outside. He has wavy brown hair, which is shoulder length when not in a ponytail; with calm blue eyes. He likes to dress practically, though also look nice, so while his daily wear is a bit fancy, it?s also durable. His common attire is what is considered a swordsman?s shirt with a pair of stylish breeches, along with a sash around the middle, (or belt).

The swordsman?s shirt is, in essence; a normal renaissance long-sleeved cotton shirt, except the ends don't frill or billow, (this interferes with sword aim). The shirts are mostly white, while the breeches come in earthy tones of brown and green. When he MUST dress formally, he has a cape and hat that he wears (both black); the hat having a proud feather atop it, and the cape being embroidered with his family seal, (two doves on either side of a crown) in gold. He also does not go ANYWHERE without his sword, which hangs at his right side.

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Personality[/COLOR]: André can be best described as a, ?troubled spirit.? He worries too much over small things, and totally devotes himself to his work. When something goes wrong, André is usually the first one to try and solve it. This endless pace of ?do-Gooding? has kept André on his toes, if worn him out mentally. He has yet to realize it, but he is tired. With his family gone, he can do nothing but think of a way to somehow even the odds. His only outlet is the fact that someday soon, he?ll be able to have revenge.

When not in one of his, ?moods?, André is usually quiet. He likes the simple things in life, because when you have complication, it leads to ruin. He doesn?t like to sit idly by and watch someone get bullied; he will stand up for someone if they can prove their intentions are pure. He is known to sit in a corner, holding his head in his hands. He is kind in a silent sort of way, but gets extremely worked up about the Judiciary, and usually ends up jumping to conclusions about things as a result. He also doesn?t sleep well at night, ever since ?the incident?. All he can see when he sleeps are the dead faces of his family, who he failed to protect. This makes him bolt up in bed, and his asthma gets bad.


[COLOR=DarkGreen]History[/COLOR]: The Fougeres family was an illustrious French family of sword fighters. The males in the family were the remnants of an old order of guards that kept the peace within their country. The women supported the family, by bringing up its children. They were also used as ?bargaining tools,? to gain allies and power. This is how the transplant of the family was brought about; they transplanted to Cenive to make allies of one of their most hated rivals. They were so acknowledged by the people, that they were able to form their own ?special police force? within Cenive. This is where André comes in.

When he was little, his mother was told that he had severe asthma. He would run to play with the other little boys, but would have to stop, because he couldn?t breathe. His whole life, his family restricted him from training in any physical activity, since he just couldn?t keep up with everyone else. They said it dishonored their distinguished family. He overcame this barrier, however, and proved that through hard work and determination; anything was possible. He became a renowned swordsman in his early years, by constantly honing his skills, and his body, to their limit. At times, he would fall down, and still not be able to breathe. But he just kept on, until he could stand up again. This made him very strong.

At around age 21, he joined his families, ?secret police.? His asthma was still present, though he did not let it stop him. He quickly rose through the ranks, and by the age of 25, he was one of the highest-ranking officers. In the years after his advancement, he married, and had two children; first a son, and then a daughter. He loved his new life, and also continued his duties to the police force. Then one day, he found information regarding some of the top officers, (his father included!) were smuggling illegal contraband into the country. He was horrified, and immediately confronted his father about it. When asked, he said that it was, ?For the good of the family.?

André couldn?t accept this answer, and left his father?s house that night, and didn?t come back. His wife and children he left there; he would be back the next day, with a new place to house them, where his father wouldn?t influence him. Fate intervened that night, though. When he returned early the next morning, he found that everyone in the house had been slaughtered; his wife, his children, even his backstabbing father. He knelt in the rage of sorrow and pain amongst the blood and the corpses. He cradled his wife?s body in his now bloodstained arms, and saw that whoever it was, had slit her throat. He quickly searched the house, taking only what he would need to survive; money, his hat, and a sword. The sword he took, was his father?s. He left his own by his wife and children; so a part of himself died with them. On his way out, he lit the curtains on fire. It was the best burial that he could offer his family at that time. He clenched his fists together, swearing upon his life, that he would find out who had committed such an atrocious crime. He fancied at the idea of slitting their throat, like his beautiful wife?s had been.

Since then, he has taken to the streets; avoiding using his real name if at all possible. He lives alone in the house he acquired for his family, and hates every minute of it without them. He works at odd jobs throughout the city (mostly dealing with politics; paperwork and such), (though he had PLENTY of money), and has created an alias life, to hide his true intentions. His alias name he created is, Barri Brossard. He found out about the Opposed Faction, and jumped at the chance for payback. He is a very prominent member, and will take any chance he gets to strike back at the new government that has been set up, the Judiciary. It seems that they like to dip their hands into ?behind the counter? business, and André, or Barri, doesn?t like it. It seems, ?all too much of a coincidence? for his liking.

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Weapon[/COLOR]: A Damascus Steel Scimitar; its blade features a wave-like pattern along it?s length, a mark of Damascus quality. Rare, and hard to come by, this was a prized possession of André?s father. He won it in a poker game from a foreigner who didn?t know what he was getting himself into. It almost cost André?s father his life to retain ownership of it, but to him, it was worth it. It will hold more of an edge than most other steel of the day, and thus cut better.

The pommel curves into an emerald, which sparkles when the light hits it just right. The handle is ornate, with swirling steel laced over the suede leather handle. This leads up to the hilt, which is laid horizontal across the handle, with flowing, swirled ends to it. The handle has space enough for two hands, though André mostly use?s it one-handed. The blade is 2 feet long, with a 1 foot handle. The blade curves inward into a sharp point. The blade is 3 inches wide, and curves up into 4 inches before ending in it?s point.

André also has a long knife that he keeps in his boot. It?s more a precautionary measure than anything.

(OoC: Hope it's good enough!! :D )

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[COLOR=Orange][SIZE=1]Andre has been added to the cast list, and the RP thread will be up in the Square tomorrow sometime (Meaning later today, really, when I think about it...). I apologize for the wait, and look forward to playing with you all. So does Maestro. :)

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