by Name: Nikolai Rossi Bhevik VII
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Human
Citizenship: Eisleyn
Occupation: Former Noble, Head of the 'Wayfinder's Guild', Cadre to the Hilsen Brotherhood. Full time fop, dandy and layabout. Also does a bit of Cartic magic on the side.
Appearance: Nikolai is handsome and strikes a fine profile with his high cheekbones, strong chin, sharp nose and clean shaven face. His hair is dark and combed back, his skin is fair and his eyes pale green. He has a broad, friendly smile and is not shy to show it often.
He is broad shouldered and barrel chested and the only sign of infirmity on the strapping young man is the necessity to use a cane. An old childhood injury left him unable to move quickly under his own power without it.
His voice is rich and melodious, he articulates every word and when excited he tends to speak very quickly.
His clothes are a big, striking, colorful and occasionally gaudy beacon in the white and gray bleakness that is modern Eiselyn. His favorite outfit is a white shirt, purple tunic, red pants, knee high boots, a warm wool jacket and a fur cloak dyed violet. Heavily accessorized with jewelry.
Personality: Nikolai is driven, ambitious and willful. In short, he believes he's exactly the sort of person the princess had in mind when she abolished nobility. To his credit, he is also patient and sly. Combine these all together, and you have someone more than willing to play the buffoon right until the last moment. He's fully cognizant of how dangerous a game he plays, and currently with but a word of displeasure he would breathe no more. it pushes him to make his plans more subtler and act more decisively when he sees an opportunity to advance his goals.
He feels strongly that the current regime in Eisleyn must go. But is his conviction backed by a vangeful urge at the slight of having his titles and privileges slipped and his kinsman slain in a sadistic game? A sense of noblesse oblige towards the poor souls suffering under her sadistic heel? Ambition to become king in a surer path than taking his chance with her ridiculous, lethal riddles? The answer is all of the above, or at least close enough to be comfortably between them all. Either way, he has chosen his path of bringing down the unfit rulers and placing a more competent person on the throne (Would you look at that, he's much more competent!)
It has occurred to him often that there is no coincidence that the assassination of the old king and queen kicked this off. That Eala might be the puppet of some other sinister power afoot. But even if that were the case, the harsh reality of political expediency meant she might need to have been dealt with anyways. He opes to find out the further truth himself is he can manage to amuse her long enough to keep him close and not have him killed.
His biggest secret is that his dandy affectations are not an act at all. He always put such a fuss in his own looks, kept up with the latest trends and gossip and did his best to squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of life as he was able to. Needless to say, his homeland being reduced to a fear-smothered, listless frozen-over wasteland has not sat well with him at all. Still, he puts on a brave face in light of that and does his best to try and ingratiate himself in the princess' inner circle with one hand while alleviating what he can of the problem with legitimate and underhanded means with the other.
History: Once upon a time, Eisleyn was a lovely place to live. Now! Not so much! Once the old king and queen died, the chilled winds blew in, and the princess wielded her power like a cudgel against anyone she displeased. Nobles were out on the street, the common folk were taxed and terrorized into husks of themselves.
Nikolai Rossi Rhevik VII was largely ignorant of all of this. Far too busy chasing skirts and studying Cartic magic abroad. The first signs his homeland were amiss were rumors, and the scant refugees who gave up their fields to seek asylum in other lands. The next big sign was a royal letter. Curtly, it had indicated her grace had no such need for nobles, house Rhevik would be dissolved All their holdings seized by the crown and to be used as she saw fit.
Fresh off the heels of this, his family and their last few loyal retains joined him in Saorise and bemoaned their fate. Notably absent was his cousin Remy. He had been one of those poor fools that dared to take Eala's challenge for her hand and had paid the ultimate price.
The rest had been very dismaying news. But Remy had been the final straw. He rather liked cousin Remy. He had always been mother's favorite nephew and when she heard he'd been beheaded, she'd never been the same.
It was something of a Mixxed Blessing for Nikolai VI and Tanya Revik. The two had always wanted their son to make something of himself, rather than waste time amusing himself as an idle rich. But the cost was them losing nearly everything, and this great goal was a plot to take it back by force and intrigue.
First, he called in whatever favors and credit he was able. He would need support, and materiel. Next. He made a debut back home. presenting himself as a private citizen and patriot who'd returned to do what he could to alleviate the people's plight of blizzard and chaos. He was careful to place no blame on Eala or her clique, and instead made many a friendly (if careful) overture.
He'd even allowed rumors to spread that he had come in hopes of winning her hand where others had failed.
He founded a guild, the 'Wayfarer's Guild.' Which seemed to fill a niche by doing whatever was necessary that was once done by the Exparte or not already handled by other guilds. In secret, he also joined in with whatever reliable disenting voices he was able to find, and secretly co-founded a bandit gang called the White Lions.
Essentially he is running a shell game. The rebellious White Lions do what they can to ferment unrest and rebellion and deny the crown their tribute by a number of daring raids that are of course inside jobs. In this way, one way or another, he can help the common folk and build up a resistance.
He was and remains absolutely sure this won't end badly at all! It's what he always tells his contact with the Hilsen Brotherhood, at least.
Weapon:
Skills:
Allusion: None
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Human
Citizenship: Eisleyn
Occupation: Former Noble, Head of the 'Wayfinder's Guild', Cadre to the Hilsen Brotherhood. Full time fop, dandy and layabout. Also does a bit of Cartic magic on the side.
Appearance: Nikolai is handsome and strikes a fine profile with his high cheekbones, strong chin, sharp nose and clean shaven face. His hair is dark and combed back, his skin is fair and his eyes pale green. He has a broad, friendly smile and is not shy to show it often.
He is broad shouldered and barrel chested and the only sign of infirmity on the strapping young man is the necessity to use a cane. An old childhood injury left him unable to move quickly under his own power without it.
His voice is rich and melodious, he articulates every word and when excited he tends to speak very quickly.
His clothes are a big, striking, colorful and occasionally gaudy beacon in the white and gray bleakness that is modern Eiselyn. His favorite outfit is a white shirt, purple tunic, red pants, knee high boots, a warm wool jacket and a fur cloak dyed violet. Heavily accessorized with jewelry.
Personality: Nikolai is driven, ambitious and willful. In short, he believes he's exactly the sort of person the princess had in mind when she abolished nobility. To his credit, he is also patient and sly. Combine these all together, and you have someone more than willing to play the buffoon right until the last moment. He's fully cognizant of how dangerous a game he plays, and currently with but a word of displeasure he would breathe no more. it pushes him to make his plans more subtler and act more decisively when he sees an opportunity to advance his goals.
He feels strongly that the current regime in Eisleyn must go. But is his conviction backed by a vangeful urge at the slight of having his titles and privileges slipped and his kinsman slain in a sadistic game? A sense of noblesse oblige towards the poor souls suffering under her sadistic heel? Ambition to become king in a surer path than taking his chance with her ridiculous, lethal riddles? The answer is all of the above, or at least close enough to be comfortably between them all. Either way, he has chosen his path of bringing down the unfit rulers and placing a more competent person on the throne (Would you look at that, he's much more competent!)
It has occurred to him often that there is no coincidence that the assassination of the old king and queen kicked this off. That Eala might be the puppet of some other sinister power afoot. But even if that were the case, the harsh reality of political expediency meant she might need to have been dealt with anyways. He opes to find out the further truth himself is he can manage to amuse her long enough to keep him close and not have him killed.
His biggest secret is that his dandy affectations are not an act at all. He always put such a fuss in his own looks, kept up with the latest trends and gossip and did his best to squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of life as he was able to. Needless to say, his homeland being reduced to a fear-smothered, listless frozen-over wasteland has not sat well with him at all. Still, he puts on a brave face in light of that and does his best to try and ingratiate himself in the princess' inner circle with one hand while alleviating what he can of the problem with legitimate and underhanded means with the other.
History: Once upon a time, Eisleyn was a lovely place to live. Now! Not so much! Once the old king and queen died, the chilled winds blew in, and the princess wielded her power like a cudgel against anyone she displeased. Nobles were out on the street, the common folk were taxed and terrorized into husks of themselves.
Nikolai Rossi Rhevik VII was largely ignorant of all of this. Far too busy chasing skirts and studying Cartic magic abroad. The first signs his homeland were amiss were rumors, and the scant refugees who gave up their fields to seek asylum in other lands. The next big sign was a royal letter. Curtly, it had indicated her grace had no such need for nobles, house Rhevik would be dissolved All their holdings seized by the crown and to be used as she saw fit.
Fresh off the heels of this, his family and their last few loyal retains joined him in Saorise and bemoaned their fate. Notably absent was his cousin Remy. He had been one of those poor fools that dared to take Eala's challenge for her hand and had paid the ultimate price.
The rest had been very dismaying news. But Remy had been the final straw. He rather liked cousin Remy. He had always been mother's favorite nephew and when she heard he'd been beheaded, she'd never been the same.
It was something of a Mixxed Blessing for Nikolai VI and Tanya Revik. The two had always wanted their son to make something of himself, rather than waste time amusing himself as an idle rich. But the cost was them losing nearly everything, and this great goal was a plot to take it back by force and intrigue.
First, he called in whatever favors and credit he was able. He would need support, and materiel. Next. He made a debut back home. presenting himself as a private citizen and patriot who'd returned to do what he could to alleviate the people's plight of blizzard and chaos. He was careful to place no blame on Eala or her clique, and instead made many a friendly (if careful) overture.
He'd even allowed rumors to spread that he had come in hopes of winning her hand where others had failed.
He founded a guild, the 'Wayfarer's Guild.' Which seemed to fill a niche by doing whatever was necessary that was once done by the Exparte or not already handled by other guilds. In secret, he also joined in with whatever reliable disenting voices he was able to find, and secretly co-founded a bandit gang called the White Lions.
Essentially he is running a shell game. The rebellious White Lions do what they can to ferment unrest and rebellion and deny the crown their tribute by a number of daring raids that are of course inside jobs. In this way, one way or another, he can help the common folk and build up a resistance.
He was and remains absolutely sure this won't end badly at all! It's what he always tells his contact with the Hilsen Brotherhood, at least.
Weapon:
- First Form - An ebony and gold walking stick capped with a large sapphire. Good for whacking ruffians, channeling Cartic magic though or just matching with any outfit of the latest fashions.
- Second Form - Aha! But with just a simple twist of the wrist and there's a slender and keen blade! Suitable for [s]regicide[/s] more grave matters of self-defense.
Skills:
- Elemental Magic(Intermediate) - Nikolai works primarily with electricity and has well studied the effects and unique properties. It can also make a very dramatic entrance.
- Warding (Intermediate) - He has an understanding of everything from basic protective barriers to a means of protecting himself or others from exposure because it's always flurries at home but furs are not in this seas, you know?
- Healing (Beginner) - Learned out of necessity upon returning home. He can mend minor cuts and bruises no problems. If you need something than the most basic of magical first aid, Nikolai would be the first to recommend you to a more skilled healer.
- Swordplay (Beginner) - Surely he has not gotten challenged to duels in his time studying in Saoirse over a youthful indiscretion.
Allusion: None
