Post by oblivion101 on Dec 29, 2010 0:16:03 GMT -5
... Commander Baldemar Archelaus *
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...basics*
name Baldemar Archelaus I
nickname Commander
age 51
gender Male
grade Adult
hometown Unknown
sexuality Straight
personification Julius Caesar
status AWAKE
face claim Patrick Stewart
...appearance*
hair color Bald
eye color Brown
build Medium
height 6'1
clothing style Uniform
distinctive traits scar over left eye
...personal*
personality Archelaus is a ruthless strategist, and an expert in all forms of military combat. As a combatant in 3 wars his heart has been left cold and un-endearing. Strong, determined, uncompassionate, and bitter all are qualities that define this man.
He is however a charismatic public speaker whose context and tone would make a mother give her child away without a second thought. It was widely believed the Commander had a son, and that the child was abandoned in a foreign land, a testament to the chilling psyche of this once noble man.
With a hatred for the common people, he has few friends and a plethora of enemies. He often contemplates an attempt at courting a young maiden, but focuses far to heavily on work for such nonsense
past Born to a house of rich aristocratic people in Berlin Germany, life for a young Baldemar was such that a child couldn’t be unhappy. Unfortunately this happy life was cut short when the newly excited revolution, caused his life to fall to pieces, his mother killed, father crippled and disfigured, sister driven to madness by trauma, Baldemar was determined not to fail in vengeance.
Moving from his good graced society Baldemar, used the political ties of his family to, gain acceptance into the State Military Academy, and graduated top of the class. As a young lieutenant things couldn’t have been more stress full for him, and he found himself neglecting his duties.
In the throws of the Englo-Prussian War, he staged a revolution proclaiming himself to be the emperor of the newly created state. He fell in love with a young woman named Margaret, and she became pregnant soon after. She died briefly after a miscarriage. He never recovered mentally.
present A powerful military commander, it is the responsibility of Commander Archelaus to secure superiority of the Empire throughout the war. While doing this he deals with the pain of losing his lover, and son. An emotional strain that shows in the tired eyes of this war veteran.
Unfortunately the good Commander, his brother-in-arms, Lieutenant John Dilinger, has been plotting a mutiny not unlike the one orchastrated by a young Archelaus, not 10 years prior. In a vain attempt to prolong the his own life fearing the mutiny, he flees from the scene leaving his country and people to be crushed by the title wave of military tension that has been building throughout the war. Betrayed, misguided, and with no other options, Commander Baldemar Archelaus I, arrives on Ellis Island in search of a new home...
family Mother: Jennifer –deceased, Father: Howard- deceased, Sister: Alexa- crazed
likes Wine, Violence, Women, Victory, Silence dislikes People, High places, death, peace
other notes None
...literature*
book title Julius Caesar
backstory The leader of the Empire, Caesar has few allies in this work. His closest friend Brutus betrays his trust and he caught completely off guard, to the offense.
...roleplayer*
name M. Barhorst
age 17
gender Male
rp experience None
how you found ouac Friend Becky rp sample The Bridge plantation was somewhat of a joke, among the children. They used it to test each others bravery and to play on each others insecurities. A man named Lucas Avery, a drifter, wandered into Josephsburg. He, looking for the nearest tavern, asked a young boy where one was. The boy responded, “Head on down this road and you’ll come upon a tavern that looks like an old farm house.” Lucas thanked the boy and walked down the road. As he came upon the plantation a cold shiver ran down his spine, and his vision became clouded by the dark fog. As his eyes began to adjust to the fog, he began to notice things around the plantation, an old rusted bicycle, a bent and destroyed barn, the claw-like vines winding in intricate patterns on the ground. He unknowingly took special interest in the tree. It was chopped down the middle, a scythe lying broken in the crevasse made by its splitting trunk.
He knocked at the door with an overly large knocker hanging from its center. It very melodramatically creaked open allowing the sight of pitch darkness to assault his vision. As Lucas lit a match, he made his way into the house, taking special notice not to fall in the massive rotten hole in the middle of the floor. He wandered up the stairs to a hallway, which seemed elongated by the still ever-present blackness. Towards the end to the right there was a lit room. As Lucas walked closer to the light, he began to hear the slow, eerie, sad song of an out of tune violin.
Upon entering the room he discovered it was devoid of any living being. The music still emanating from a phonographs’ wax cylinder was beginning to cause some mental distress. After a brief moment of distraction, the drifter began to take notice to his surroundings. The room lazily lit by a single light bulb appeared to be full of pinks and oranges, an unnaturally lit bookcase upon the opposite wall stood out because of its’ dark oak. To the right of the bookcase was a small desk with a piece of paper on it. Upon closer examination the paper had three short words written in ornate cursive, “It is broken.”
Now heavily distraught and perturbed Lucas wanted desperately to leave, he did not know why he was reacting so strangely to such a little thing but he knew he must escape. He took a step forward and found that the floor was now collapsing. He grabbed at the items around him, however he now saw that there was nothing in the room, almost as if it had vanished. He was left to fall into the wine cellar. A wooden keg broke his fall and he could now only hope there was a way out. Lucas now disoriented and without light, could not see the exit. He rushed forward walking down a corridor he was only half-sure was there. He emerged into a well, lit room with a large leather chair and an oak book shelf, to the left of the bookcase there was a large ornately carved grandfather clock. In the chair sat a man hunched over and mumbling to himself.
