Post by Emperor Morvran Var Emreis on Aug 18, 2015 7:55:10 GMT
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 | FULL NAME MORVRAN VAR EMREIS AGE 23 OCCUPATION/TITLE EMPEROR OF NILFGAARD LOCATION NILFGAARD FEALTY NILFGAARD |
PERSONALITY Morvran is methodical, cruel and calculated but also has a good sense of foresight and tactical skill. Morvran has no care for anything but the Empire and it's people. Those who rebel are put down with out mercy or kindness. He keeps his friends close and kills his enemies. He often makes examples of those who defy him, Taking their lands, Riches and sometimes even their wife or daughter. Formally being a general, He is no stranger to war and will do what is needed when it is needed. He will sacrifice men for the greater good. Even on occasion executing his own men to show they are fearless. He was a tactical genius even as a young man in the army he took control of a whole army instead of the live Officers and made a victory from the loss. He was instantly named an officer. He has a deep hatred for any one who goes against the Empire, Often making examples of Nordlings who resist his rule in the North. He keeps a strict command over his officers and makes sure they are punished for any breaking of his law. Law and order are paramount in his order. Treason is met with death on most ocassions. He believes in the Glory of the Empire and the rule of the Emperor is key to it's success. | ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE A Small Victory AT LEAST 300 WORDS The Redanians had come from the rear, Fifty Thousand men tried to ambush 100'000. A stupid idea. They lost more than the Nilfgaardian's did. They were ready when the attack lead by King Radovid himself hit the flank of the camp. Too bad that flank was guarded and the watchmen had alerted almost the whole army in silent and the Emperor was able to route with both side taking few causalties. The Outriders had not reported back in since the night before and two men sent out to find them had not eithier only giving more reason to suspect an attack. As the Redanian's fled the Emperor was still engaged with one in single combat. The blade wrenched against the Nordlings blade. The boy thought he could have the glory of killing the emperor himself. A False and stupid assumption. The Boy wore the armor of barely above a levy and the Emperor's blade could break his with a good strike but the Emperor parried and toyed with the man barely old enough to be considered a man. The Emperor was maybe five years older than the man which made the man about the same age as his wife. She was Nineteen. By now the boy seemed to be the only one left fighting. Morvran respected the boy for his lust of battle and the glory of killing the Emperor but hated his stupidity. The Nilfgaardians had made a circle around the two men with this being one of the last fights happening while Radovid retreated back towards his capital. "Surrender and you shall have a fair trial." Morvran said as he parried the blow and let the man stumble as he dodged the blow and kicked him in the knee as he fell to the ground. "Fuck you!" The Emperor just looked at one of the Officers at the front of the circle formed to watch the fight. "You hear that boys? This Temerian loyalist wants to fuck me? I think my ass has been cleaner than this man has ever been!" He got a roar of laughter as he looked at the man and drew his dagger as he stepped forward and stabbed it through his hand into the blood ridden soil. The man gave a scream of pain as the emperor looked at him. "Please, I surrender!" The Boy managed to spit out. Morvran just looked at the man and nodded before he threw the mans sword a way and knelled beside him and spoke softly to him. "You see, When I told you to surrender before. That was your last chance. I don't give second chances to men who try to kill me and spit on my offers." Morvran said as he drew another dagger from his boot and dragged it across his throat and in Nilfgaardian he spoke. "May the Great sun send you to the deepest depths of hell." He said as he stood and looked at the Captain. "Battle report?" He said as he passed his sword to one of his squires who cleaned it and took the Emperor's sheath with it to hold onto. "Twenty men dead, One Officer and Nineteen soldiers. So far they have counted over 100 Nordling dead, Your Grace." The Captain spoke and bowed his head as they walked to the War tent. "Did we get a troop count of their army before they placed their tales behind their legs and ran?" The Emperor asked as he poured himself a goblet of wine. Some tried too shower him with finery while they were at war. He didn't like it, he was at war not in Vizima nor was he in the Capital. He didn't need some servants sucking his cock every time he wanted a drink. |
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HISTORY Morvran was born as the first son of Duke Vilven Voorhis, He had one Younger Brother and Two sisters. Auriel was his Younger brother who died during the Third Nilfgaardian Invasion and his two sisters live, both married or betrothed to Nilfaardian Nobility. His father was a patriotic man who installed the same in his children. Morvran was taught to love the Empire and everything it stood for. He served a second for the Emperor's brother Duke Salmer. He earned his trust and respect and shinned his armor and sword. When it came to battle and the orders from the Capital came saying to march or the Emperor would have his own brothers head. The Duke decided to take his chances and run. Morvran took command of the Armies and on order of the Emperor executed the duke once he was captured. He was not left in charge of the Army but was given a place as a Captain. He served faithfully right throughout the Invasions and through the peace he acted as the Captain of the Second Cohort of the Second Legion. He won many battles and kept in regular contact with the Emperor and his faithful service gained his father advancement in the Court while Morvran advanced on the Field playing major parts in Conquering Cintra and several other Kingdoms he was soon named General of the First Three Legions. He was soon recalled so the Legions could have leave in Nilfgaard replaced by the Fourth, Fifth and Sixth Legions. He was a prodigy of Tactical genius and personal skill. He knew Three Languages, Won Several Tourney's and gained the highest posistion he could ever hope for. He was named the nominated Successor of Emhyr. He accepted the honor and served faithfully. Bu soon that would all change. Emhyr had decreed that all nobles un-loyal to him in any form would be executed and it was that fateful day when the Emperor stepped forth into court and the Emperor was stabbed thirty-seven times by nobles. Those Loyal to the Emperor stayed with him knowing he was the heir by decree of Emhyr. He was able to force the Nobles out of the city. But soon he had equal to an Legion at his walls. That was till he recived word that the Emperor's own daughter had approached the gates and wished entry. And so he did and with in the day he was married to the Emperess by blood and the Nobles stepped down. In the days to come would be called the Hours of Blood. Every Noble who had commitited the Assassination of the Emperor was given a mock trial and hung. The new Emperor saw the attack as a breech of honor that would curse his rule and made sure justice as given. After a number of losses the new Emperor along with his Empress decided they would deploy every man possible and make King Radovid bleed until he had no blood left, And so the Emperor departed. | MOTHER'S NAME SELENE FATHER'S NAME VILVEN BROTHER'S NAME AURIEL SISTER'S NAME SILA SISTER'S NAME ADELIA |
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