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Post by ash on Mar 16, 2016 22:26:52 GMT
This was to be his chance to go home, instead it just reinforced his need to see her bloody head on a pike!!! She was toying with people like they were some impotent fools. Well those impotent fools were warriors. Soon she would be taken down.
I challenge cherry1 to use the word: Cupcake
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Post by ash on Mar 16, 2016 22:23:30 GMT
This bitch. Roan had anticipated it, luckily. He had anticipated Lexa going back on her word again. He bolted the moment she declared him to be locked away. He had used her weakness for Wanheda for his advantage by kicking the girl away from him. The commotion allowed for him to slip out and make an almost smooth exit, sadly now without a weapon to speak of. He had a knife that he took from one of the guards and that was about it. Every single thing he had acquired was gone now. Wonderful. He was pissed. This was to be his chance to go home, instead it just reinforced his need to see her bloody head on a pike!!! She was toying with people like they were some impotent fools. Well those impotent fools were warriors. Soon she would be taken down.
Roan wandered through the woods, at first intending to get as far away from the city as possible, then to get close to the border of Azgeda again. He needed to be able to get into his original territory due to some gomplei happy Trikru idiots, especially right now. As Roan walked, he was aware or some steps not far away. He was hoping for an easy target, to gear up on better weapons, but said easy target was too easy. He was injured already. Injured and still trying to follow him. What an idiot.
“What do we have here? If it’s not Wanhedas puppy. You’re no use to her bleeding to death, ever thought that far?”
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Post by ash on Mar 16, 2016 0:49:11 GMT
He made her speechless. Now that was something to be proud of. He made the great Captain Luna speechless. It was more than he anticipated and perfect for his purpose. He needed her open to this talk, open to him most importantly. He had to establish the familiarity between them. He had to get her on his side like his mother never managed to and that was most easily done by being open or at least a lot more open than Nia had been. “Please, go ahead. I did not come here as King, Luna. Just Roan.” He hoped she understood what he meant by that. Roan turned again, returning to the chair to sit down.
“I don’t trust heda.” He began to explain. “She promised to let me go home and went back on that. She promised justice for the skai people and hasn’t given it to them. She abandoned skaikru at Mount Weather. The coalition is fragile and I don’t like being dependant on it. I know Azgedas reputation. I lived it. I want Azgeda as strong as it was, but through alliances.” Real alliances. “That is why I came to your private tent. Lexa might… take it as an insult for us to negotiate treaties and alliances without her, but I want our peoples friendship to not come with an expiration date. I want solid trade. I want our people to be able to rely on yours and vice versa. I am trying to learn from my mothers mistakes. I was one of them.”
Luna
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Post by ash on Mar 16, 2016 0:20:58 GMT
A new position was hard to get used to. Even though he was brought up as heir of Azgeda, he never really dared to imagine he would be king. He always imagined falling in battle or being banished forever. Now he was reinstated and returned to his people and at the same time he became king. There was so much to manage and yet he always found time to look for Ontari. She was the one trained to actually become a leader. One day she would even lead him. He would answer to her, but until then, he wanted to have them on equal footing, hoping she would return the favor. He found her in front of the fire, with a stare powerful enough to potentially make the fire freeze over.
“You know the fire didn’t elect Lexa.” Roan pointed out. He could imagine where the underlying anger came from. It all came down to Lexa and what she had done to Ontari, to her people, to the family she was raised around. Roan tenderly moved a strand of her hair out of her face. He had his open, was wrapped in a robe against the cold settling in the halls. “Your time will come, Ontari. Have patience.” Roans plans differed from those of his mother, he knew that very well. His concern lay mostly in his kingdom, to secure it first, but he understood her frustration. His mother had promised her the world and still failed to deliver. And now she was dead. “She is losing footing in the coalition. One by one.” And they knew it. “By accepting the slaughter of her own army… well she weakened herself.” That was not even half accurate. She basically destroyed her claim to be a leader. “The clans won’t stand for it. This problem will solve itself, Ontari. Save your strength. We have to secure Azgedas position first, meanwhile Lexas own actions will pave the way to your throne, heda.”
iah
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Post by ash on Mar 15, 2016 22:57:55 GMT
Roan wondered if anyone actually went up to Arkadia to relay the information that they were under a blockade. It did not look like it at the moment. He knew a few people were already killed. He could not imagine how people as calculated as those friends of Clarke could cross the blockade so many times and expect to live. He doubted they knew the full extend, which was why he changed the orders for Azgeda. His warriors were not to kill and they were to bring whoever was caught outside of the walls. He was not playing Lexas games. He was not playing anyones games. He had deep respect for Wanheda by now. He still maintained the bought guards in Polis to get her out, should she need it. Now he was here to make sure Skaikru lived to see another day. He wanted them as allies. He needed them as allies even.
When they brought in the girl, he had an idea who she could be. He had spoken enough to Wanheda to know of some of her friends. “What was she doing when you caught her?” He asked one of the warriors that brought the girl in, gagged and tied up. They reported her tinkering on something. That rang even more of a bell with him. He felt like Wanheda spoke to her. The girl named after a bird, perhaps. Either way, he knew in that moment that she had to live. Roan walked up to his prisoner. He took the gag out. “What’s your name?”
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Post by ash on Mar 13, 2016 20:54:02 GMT
She was brought and will be brought. Roan smirked at that. To the guards it sounded probably exactly like that wanted it to sound, but Roan knew better. Ontari walked about freely. She was Nias favorite as she probably thought she could control the young woman. Roan knew better. She was her own woman, but more importantly: She learned loyalty straight from Nia. Loyalty was a fragile construct with Nia. He wondered if she realized what she had taught her. Probably not. He knew, from the way she stood there, from her words, that they had a plan. What was she playing here? Being a handmaiden? Maybe a friend, but she was not in custody like his mother.
Roan however knew that the walls down here had ears, ears which probably reported straight back to Lexa or whoever paid them. He was not about to be caught revealing a plan, when this might be his only chance of getting home, which had been his singular motivation for quite some while now. “For what she did in the mountain?” He questioned. Roan got up to go to the bars. Placing both hands on them, he looked down at the young woman. If anything she had grown more gorgeous. “How are you… handmaiden Ontari? Now that your queen might be slain.” He had no idea as what she was here, but he had to guess she was perhaps here as his mothers handmaiden even though it was the opposite of befitting to her. She was no mere handmaiden, she was to be the ruler of the thirteen clans. Soon enough. Had he succeeded in killing Lexa, she would have been that already.
iah
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Post by ash on Mar 13, 2016 18:42:44 GMT
With Roans reign things changed. He allowed trade his mother forbade, because honestly, he saw no logical reason, apart from her anger and resentment, not to trade with Floukru. They had things Azgeda needed, Azgeda had good they needed, they could trade and make good trades. He knew the leader well enough to be confident in his plans. While his mother was sure in Azgedas special position within the clans, Roan thought they needed to earn and secure this place first. He knew that the coalition was as fickle as their leader. Lexa had proven time and time again that a heda was not to be trusted and he would not be caught to trusting any of them again, unless Ontari rose to the positin. And even then, he knew she would act according to her position before acting as a loyal friend to him and he could never fault her for it.
And so the new king of Azgeda sat in Lunas chair in her tent. He had helped himself to a drink of hers and had taken of the shirt, for bargaining purposes. To him it wasn’t necessarily as cold, but not warm either. He knew women, though and even though she was a leader, a fair but strict one, she was just a woman and he wasn’t beyond using his visual assets for his advantage for a bit. Those were things his mother was lacking, but his mother also didn’t think that strength could be found in strategy either. She thought of Azgeda as so superior that it would withhold any attack. While he was inclined to believe, why should he not strengthen Azgeda, make it even more of a threat right under Lexas nose while there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. So when Luna entered, he just smirked.
“Through the entrance. That’s usually how people get in, isn’t it, dear Luna?” Roan moved the glass in circles in his hand as if to stirring it, his eyes fixed on her, hoping to see her reaction. “Who said I was here for that?” He asked her. Well he was here for trade. It was simple and much more logical to meet her outside of the official meeting room. “Maybe I’m just here for sex. Would you want that?” Without waiting for her reply, he shot forward, immediately invading her space, looking down at her with a grin.
Luna
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Post by ash on Mar 11, 2016 22:20:53 GMT
A cage. From a room to a cage. It was clear to him how much this woman had screwed him over. She had, apparently, made them banish him. Maybe due to what she wanted from his mother, that was what happened. He tried to get back, but he was betrayed. Roan did what Lexa asked. And he had been betrayed and punished for something he had no hand in at all. And again. Now he was no longer a royal prisoner, he was a full on prisoner behind bars, no longer treated as a prince, but as a full on prisoner, behind bars. Lucky for Roan he had lived on his survival skills out there, being confined to the cell meant he could deal with little food. What he could not deal was the resentment and anger he felt.
He felt anger and Lexa. At Wanheda for not going through with her own plan by instead of killing the honorless commander by kneeling before her. And that and his mothers betrayal once more, got him locked up. He wanted to punch his mother in the face at least. Not to mention her advisors. Bored he was currently pushing a stone around when he heard movement, ever so silent. Roan listened, not allowing himself to react in any way as he didn’t want to give it away that he was aware. A silhouette came into view, a familiar one. He knew her. “Ontari. So my mother is here then?” he asked her. That would be interesting.
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Post by ash on Mar 10, 2016 23:55:03 GMT
Returning home had happened in so many of his dreams. He would have seen his childhood home, his quarters, again, would have gotten to reconnect with his teachers, with the people he loved and cared for. Roan cared for the subjects of Azgeda. He cared for the fate of his people. He cared not to see mindless bloodshed. He cared for his home. The problem was, this was not how he imagined coming home. He did not imagine to come home to be crowned king. He imagined to come home, having earned his way back, having finally satisfied the commander for whatever misdeed her or his mother had done. He had earned nothing of this, not for lack of trying, but for lack of given opportunity. He had been reduced to a pawn in the games of three women and now he came out a king, probably regarded as a pawn by the two surviving women still, but he would not be.
The coronation was fast or it felt fast. Roan hardly paid attention to the ceremonial side of it. He was going through the motions and if anyone asked, he would have a reason for it, after all his mother just died. Part of him was actually mourning the woman, another part was glad to be rid of her, finally. A conflicted heart was beating in his chest. He would have to make sense of it soon. He would have to get used to wearing this ridiculous headpiece for official affairs and he would have to get used to sitting on the throne. The last time he did, he was young, listening to his mother speak of his great destiny… before she threw it away. It was restored now, he was king. And as king he had the power to give commands now. “Everyone out.” Roan commanded. He waited for a moment for everyone to get into motion until he continued. “Everyone but you, Ontari. You stay.” It was in part a test, even. He wanted to see if she listened to that command – or she would have shown her loyalty in full already.
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Post by ash on Mar 10, 2016 19:59:34 GMT
Skills:
*Fighting
*Strategy
*Survival
Occupation:
Prince | King
Personality:
*blunt
*calculated
*clever
*loyal
*resourceful
Friends:
*Ontari
Enemies:
*Lexa |
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Roan
Mar 10, 2016 19:45:35 GMT
Post by ash on Mar 10, 2016 19:45:35 GMT
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Roan kom Azgeda
.:Nick Name:. Prince, King (more like titles)
.:Affiliation:. Azgeda
.:Age:. 28 years old
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. He has long, dark brown hair. He is well trained, a bit shorter than his mother. He has scars all over his body, as decoration. Roan usually wears practical clothes, to keep him warm and clothes he can fight in. He usually conceals multiple weapons in his clothing. Aside from the basic hygiene, he’s not very invested in his looks, but has to now that he is king
.:Height:. 6”
.:Portrayed by:. Zach McGowan
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Roan is a calculated person. He has grown up around royalty, had learned from childhood onwards to live around schemes and plans and was often subject of those. He learned from them, got a thick skin. He takes a while to trust people. Contrary to his upbringing, Roan likes honesty a lot more than scheming. He believes truths need to be heard, even if they were painful, so he doesn’t hold back with them.
.:Special Skills:. Fighting, Survival, Strategy
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Capital of Azgeda
.:Family:. Mother: Nia, Queen of Azgeda – deceased; Unnamed father.
.:Occupation:. Warrior, Leader
.:History:. Roan was born as the heir Azgedas royalty needed for their line to go on and he was mostly just that. His mother, though he later learned that she probably loved him, left him to handmaidens and teachers to raise him most of the time. From the young age of four did he start being trained as a warrior, handed from teacher to teacher to make him the best warrior prince possible. Among the teachers he got a companion in Ontari, enjoying her company.
Their paths parted when he got older, having to join the war against heda and the alliance she was trying to build. His mother was against the coalition and so by proxy, he was, too. Apparently part of that was to weaken Azgeda after his mother executed a woman called Costia, a spy as he heard, but he only had access to one side of the story and didn’t think that was the full truth. In his absence it resulted in him paying the price for his mothers decision, as he was the one being banished.
In the wilderness, Roans main goal was to get back to his people, whatever the cost was. If she could replace her heir, he could get back and take his position back, even if it meant working with Lexa and thus effectively betraying his mother. They were even, in that case.
| ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ |
.:Name or Online Alias:. Ash
.:How Did You Find Us:. I don’t know, I think I got lost. This is Sparta, right?
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