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Alain Rolands

"Talk about wrong place, wrong time. What have I gotten myself into?"

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a character in “Thorns Within the Rose”, as played by Aufeis

Description

Name: Alain Rolands
Age: Twenty-Six.
Gender: Male

Description: Preferring a lithe build over bulky muscles, slicked back chestnut hair, and brown eyes that know more than they express, Alain looks pretty much like your average joe on the street. With a dual-steel weave tunic (a cloth tunic with finely woven steel fibers in it which is very useful and lightweight, but maybe not quite as protective as something more like chainmail) and leggings, along with thick, rough hide boots with steel plates embedded in them, rawhide gloves, and a cloth cowl, Alain is mostly protected from glancing or light blows from lighter weapons, such as knives or one handed blades, and even the occasional arrow, but mostly, he just relies on not getting seen. A direct impact with something such as a mace or spear would crush or slice right through his 'armor'.

((I can never find a picture I like, if it's necessary, I'll sketch one up.))

Personality

Alain is extremely laid back. His loyalty is very easily bought with whatever he perceives as valuable at that moment in time, though his chief loyalty is always to himself. When he becomes serious, he executes plans and jobs with deadly precision, since they are his livelihood. Alain's moral compass is constantly set to spin towards whoever can do him the most good, rather than the right or wrong of things. (you don't become a thief or a sell-sword because you think about right and wrong.) Alain's attitude is often described as near apathetic as he very rarely lets his emotions show externally, though he is always calculating. He may not be overly intelligent, but he is extremely crafty and 'street smart'. When walking into a room, he can usually find two or three escape routes immediately, with more popping up as time passes. He is definitely not one to sacrifice his own well-being for the sake of others, though he may appear to be at first. Charm is, of course, just another form of lying.

Equipment

Favored Weapon: Dual daggers, one slightly longer as his left handed weapon, while the other is slightly shorter as an offhand.
Weapon Training: Alain knows how to use daggers, short swords, bows, crossbows, and a vast majority of throwing weapons effectively in combat, as well as some training in unarmed combat.
Armor: Because Alain relies on speed and stealth, he has very light armor. Dual woven material in the form of leggings and a tunic are the vast majority of his protection, if one could call it that. He wears tough boots and glove to protect his hands and feet from the elements more so than weapons, and a cowl does little more than keep his face obscured.
Magic: While he doesn't know how to shoot fireballs or raise the dead, Alain is capable of healing moderate to severe injuries (usually on himself) though he does not have a deep well from which to pull magic. His magic is generally an emergency type situation.
Alain's Lucky Coin: A simple looking coin from some other land, though it is very close to Alain emotionally. The coin has little value elsewhere. It is probably the one thing that would procure his attention entirely.

History

On the streets at an early age, Alain had to learn to help his family in any way he could, or else it was out on the streets, or worse...nobody would ask where the little street urchin went if he simply disappeared. Because of this life-style, Alain became very distrusting of others, never truly getting close to anyone and keeping himself emotionally and moralistically detached. Not that morals mean much on the street.

Alain is, for all intents and purposes, a jack-of-all-trades. A skilled thief, with skills ranging from pickpocketing, lock picking, and remaining hidden, even in what should be plain sight, an artful assassin, with expertise in both poisons and traps, and even a self-proclaimed medic, with an adequate number of healing skills at his disposal. When you rely only on yourself, you have to be able to keep yourself healthy, of course. Preferring to fight with speed over strength, and stealth over speed, Alain gets the fighting over with as quick as possible, and isn't bogged down by things like honor or playing fair. If there is a sand cloud to be thrown or caltrops to be dropped, then they will be taken full advantage of. His clothes conceal a series of throwing weapons, poisons, trap components, and on his belt are two savage daggers. Or there would be, if not for the fact that all of that had been confiscated when he got caught rifling through the kingdom's treasury. Locked in the castle's dungeon, he was contemplating when exactly he should pick his way to freedom and leave, when this invasion began. Interesting. So he hung around. Let's see if things stay interesting.

So begins...

Alain Rolands's Story

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Character Portrait: Alain Rolands Character Portrait: Selphie Almsgrave Character Portrait: Leon Graves
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#, as written by Aufeis
Alain, as he walked, heaved a sigh, thinking. Was a job here even worth it? He didn't know. He supposed he would head to the parapets of the castle, clear his head a little, maybe. In his preoccupied state, he didn't even notice the knight in full body armor until he tipped her arm, "Sorry." He muttered without looking back.

The knight just gave him an annoyed look, but currently, a vagrant wandering the halls (though she had heard of a man fitting that description from some of the servants, who seemed to love to gossip until they noticed her, at which point they hurriedly attempted to make themselves look busy) was not high on her priority list. Though a funny thought struck her. So, that was the heir's new pet. She ignored the man, though made note to eviscerate him should he do something like that again if for nothing more than not paying attention, but also to see if she could make that little girl pissy. No, for now she had bigger fish to fry, and an employer to meet with. Although truth be told, she wasn't entirely happy to call him such, since she was more used to just killing whatever the hell she wanted because she felt like it, not because some big asshole in a castle told her to, but hell, money was money, and it was always nice be able to do pretty much whatever you wanted in the name of 'the crown' which pretty much exempted you from getting in trouble. She pushed open the doors of the main throne chamber and stretched her arms, lazily strolling in to meet the man in charge, "You sent for little old me, my lord?" she asked with overwhelming false enthusiasm. No doubt he would have some trivial errand for her to run, or some little pest to kill. Maybe the man in the hallway? Maybe some of the servants? That would be fun, if not a little tedious, though she kind of hoped it was execution day. She made that up herself, but she hoped he would see eye to eye with her on that, at least. After all, who didn't enjoy a good scream of pain?

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Character Portrait: Alain Rolands Character Portrait: Aethyra Character Portrait: Trifect Quaizon Character Portrait: Alaizabel Character Portrait: Selphie Almsgrave Character Portrait: Leon Graves
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#, as written by Magix
Trifect didn’t say another word as Alain left carrying the Heir on his back. He just shrugged, and picked his cane back up. Seems that Alain was in such a hurry, that he left it behind. What a shame. Trifect wasn’t really surprised when the doors shut and Alaizabel appeared. After all, he was used to her by now. “She’s made a blood pact with the servant girl. To be quite honest, I hoped they would have both died. Alas, my hope was in vain. However it is of no consequence, seeing as you are fully revived once again.” Trifect bowed before Alaizabel, out of respect for her now returned powers. “I was aware she had been touched by white magic, though to the extent I was not sure. As far as Alain is concerned, he is an above average theif. He is someone that could be useful for political measures, but my deal with him was one to protect my cover. I figured smiting the man where he stood, wouldn’t exactly leave me looking like the weak old man I’ve worked so hard to seem like all these years. To ruin a cover like that, over someone like him, it wouldn’t be wise. He wouldn’t necessarily be a bad ally to have, but he is human after all. It is your choice naturally. Now, if I may be so bold to ask, what is our next move?”

Leon had been in the throne room since he talked with Aethyra. Dealing with people that have questions and whatnot. It was a necessary part of the job, but one of the least glamorous portions. Aethyra was taking abnormally long to do the task she was given earlier. What was that girl up to this time? Sometimes he rather regretted allowing them to live among him. If he had his own heir, he likely wouldn’t have bothered. He was still under the thought that they could learn to rule the kingdom properly however. Could they really learn though? Only time would tell. As Selphie walked in Leon just looked at her, with an indifferent gaze. “I did send for you. I sent Aethyra on a little job this morning, to bring me a man from the dungeon that the old King saw fit to lock up. However, unsurprisingly she has yet to complete the task, and once more brings dishonor to her name. I wish for you, someone more competent, to complete the task. Bring the man to me, I care not to see my heir at this point. Do no permanent harm to them, and use force only as necessary. Understood? If so you may leave to it.”

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#, as written by Aufeis
Competent, eh? Even more so than the 'heir'. Heh heh, she liked the sound of that. But even so, she had been right, and it was just another glorified errand. Still, she was not so foolish as to reject Leon's command. She may have been a bitch sometimes, (or, pretty much all the time) but she wasn't stupid. Far from it, in fact. She had seen the man in action when he took the throne from the old king. She knew she didn't stand a chance against him, "Yeah, alright. Kinda grungy looking guy, lotsa knives on him, got a bad vibe to him? Actually, I passed by him on the way here, I think. I'd heard Aethyra had him, but I didn't see her. I'd heard she took a liking to him. Had a feast for him and all. Why would she do that, I wonder." She almost laughed as she left the room. Yes, she intentionally liked getting the 'heir' in trouble. Yes, she liked being a bitch. As she took to the halls, she grabbed Alain by the arm, which caused him to wake up from his trance.

"Let go of me." He said resolutely, no fear in his eyes as he glared the knight down.

When Selphie spoke, she caught him off guard. He hadn't expected a woman to be behind the mask, "Don't get pissy. The Lord just wants to talk to you. The girl was supposed to come get you whenever ago, but she never did. Ergo, he sent me. This doesn't need to get violent." But it could very easily if he was going to be a pain in her neck.

Alain, who was pretty much done with the royals, this castle, and their weird as problems, stood for a moment before finally relenting. This was better than talking to Trifect, wasn't it? This was the older man's boss, after all. Despite wanting to leave, the weirdness was not enough to scare the gold-lust out of Alain, "Fine. But if this is a trap, I'll-"

"You'll what, stab me with your little knives? Scary. Now come on. The Lord has been waiting hours, so the quicker we get there, the better." She said, pulling him in the direction of the throne room. If Leon wasn't happy, she didn't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

It took mere minutes to get them back to the throne room, and Selphie pushed Alain into the room, "You want some privacy for this, my Lord, or what?"

Alain looked up at the all important Lord. So this was Leon, the taker of the castle, killer of the old king. New Lord of the castle. Hmm, "You have my congratulations on taking the castle. Not much of an interesting battle from where I was, but I probably missed most of it."

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Character Portrait: Alain Rolands Character Portrait: Parthenia "Paige" Daphine Character Portrait: Aethyra Character Portrait: Alaizabel Character Portrait: Selphie Almsgrave Character Portrait: Leon Graves
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Alaizabel moved through the shadows, hearing their whispers more clearly than ever.
Her powers had made her sensitive to everything that happened in the castle, and right now two events were taking her curiosity.
She had intended to target the lord, deciding it was time to see just how much he wanted the princess alive, when the girl in question caught her attention. She listened as the princess spoke with Parthenia, quite amused by how the girl’s emotions were getting to her. But then she mentioned that she was going to present herself to the lord… and Alaizabel had an idea.
She had wanted to put on a show after all, perhaps it was time for a public appearance.
Her voice gently moved to Parthenia so that only she would hear her.
My dear Parthenia, the princess is right. If all these strange things are happening, then it’s time for the Lord to know about it. You two should go right away, before someone else gets hurt.
Her voice was soft and kind, with a gentle persuasion to it. She wanted everybody to be in that throne room together… so that she could spread some chaos.
With a contented smile, she moved away from those to and headed to the throne room itself.
She observed the meeting with curiosity.
This lord was not that impressive, although she could sense some power around him. With him was a woman, captain of the guards she assumed, and Alain.
Time to have some fun.
Once again she spread her voice between the people, each only hearing their own individual message.
First, to Alain. He would surely remember her voice from the first time, so she took on the same pretty and seductive tone as before.
First the princess fails to reward you, then this lord thinks he can just have you dragged in here whenever he likes… you don’t deserve to be treated this way. These people have some nerve.
The captain was more difficult, she had to play this from a different angle.
He’s making you do the grunt work? Typical man. Give him some power and those that got him there are forgotten, I’m sure you did most of the work for this invasion in the first place.
And finally there was the lord… she intended to make him feel the need to prove himself as ruler, making it easier to make him turn against the princess.
So, you have taken the castle and yet you can’t even control a young girl? Rather pathetic… no wonder you don’t call yourself King.
She giggled to herself even though nobody could hear, waiting to see everything coming together.

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#, as written by Aufeis
Selphie raised an eyebrow as some voice spoke to her...at least, she thought it was a voice. Was it? Probably just a projection of her own devious thoughts, because,honestly, she'd pretty much been thinking the same thing already, the only problem was what could she really do about it? Leon was, for all intents and purposes, stronger than she was, he had proven that on the day of the invasion. She didn't know why she entertained these thoughts. Even so, perhaps one day the Lord would have a mysterious accident. The decrepit little mage with his pitiful light magic would whisper in the princess' ear, but the heir didn't like him, and there was no bad blood between herself and Aethyra. Obviously the Captain of the guard was more trustworthy than some old man who'd probably never seen real combat in his life, 'Oh, Mistress, how good it is to see you. I think we should invade such and such place.' A devious little smile came to her lips behind her helmet as she thought of the bloodbaths she could incite under order of 'the crown'. It was almost enough to make her bloodlust boil. Sure, the here and now was a nice gig, but it was boring, plain and simple. She knew they'd only been at under Leon's 'command' for what, a week or so? Almost a month, maybe? She didn't really care to keep track, she wanted more blood. If the heir would listen to her, they could conquer pretty much everything, just for the hell of it. Leon had his own plans, she knew that much, though usually when he talked about them, all she heard was 'mwa wah wa waaah'. The thought of Leon actually doing that almost made her snicker, but she held it back. Best not to piss the old man off just yet.

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Alain, on the other hand, stayed entirely calm. That voice again...what was this? It surely wasn't in his own head, but to ask such a thing aloud would render any business deal this man had off the table. Even if you had to be just a little crazy to do this job, you usually weren't supposed to let it show to possible employers. And the message...he didn't really want to think of Aethyra or her little servant girl, mostly because it irritated him at the moment. He wanted to give the girl the benefit of the doubt; after all, her faculties weren't really in order at the time, and the little servant girl had rushed her off before she could really respond to his words...still, she hadn't really seemed to try to resist, and Aethyra was capable of stopping the girl from rushing her off, of that he had little doubt. In the end, he gave a mental shrug and pushed her from his thoughts. With any luck, they wouldn't meet again, and then it would all be a moot point. That servant girl, though...he hoped he saw her again. He wanted to teach the little pup a lesson in speaking in ways not befitting a girl of her situation, or of raising their hands in ways of violence to their betters. She probably hadn't even killed a fly before, she almost stank of innocence. He wasn't afraid to kill, or hurt...aside from Aethyra, who would miss the brat? For now, he wouldn't hurt her, but he would do just enough to put some fear in those baby eyes of hers.

His thoughts turned to Leon. 'Dragged him in here'...yes, there always was that, but it was for a job, wasn't it? It wasn't like he couldn't just say no and get the hell out of dodge if he didn't want to have anything to do with this insanity. It wasn't like he'd never dealt with entitled noble assholes before, he was sure Leon wouldn't be any different. He did find he had a sort of respect for the man, though. After all, he'd worked to 'earn' a kingdom, not just be born into it like most Lords. If nothing else, that made him a good leader or an able fighter, perhaps a bit of both. Unfortunately, Leon never bothered coming down to the cells so Alain could see his work personally. Once more, he pushed the voice aside, waiting for Leon to speak and answer him...though he looked to the Lord's face with a little more attention that was necessary. Maybe he wasn't the only one who heard that voice...