Vasilis Gaspar

[Vasilis Gaspar]

...a rose by any other name...

NAME

Vasilis Gaspar

ALIAS

King or Lord Gaspar

GENDER

Male

RANK

King of Humans

CLASS

Call him a politician, although of those, perhaps a duelist

...words fly up, thoughts remain below...

PERSONALITY

Age has weathered the old man into wisdom, although in his youthful years, it would be boastful to call him intelligent. Vasilis has seen too much suffering, too much lust, too much sorrow, too much joy, and far too much bloodshed to not claim some wisdom. Under his leadership, the humans are ruled by a calm hand of justice. Vasilis rarely shudders at the thought of punishment, instilling the law with iron will, but often shies away at the prospect of war. Vasilis would rather save lives than maim them uselessly, pleading peace rather than conflict. It is this aspect of his nature which makes him weaker than most military officers. He is not brash in the slightest. Vasilis puts a great deal of pride in his ability to manage, but could rarely lead a war without assistance. He is kind and just towards the good, and bitter towards the evil. He has a like for all things refined, keeping his castle in top shape.

Despite his endless humor as a ruler, Vasilis doesn't have a strong sense of humor, failing at most jokes miserably. Autumn is his favorite season, and as a result he is prejudiced to protect his favorite autumn tree which changes with the season-- the maple. Surprisingly, he's not fond of maple syrup. The bitter stuff doesn't suit his particular taste. Instead, the castle kitchens are usually filled with all sorts of sweets. If there were a child running about the halls of the castle, that child would be plump and spoiled by the constant presence of baking cake. It is because of him that the halls are constantly filled with the hum of happy servants and the scent of warm cinnamon and baking bread. "There's nothing worse than an ugly castle except an ugly, foul-smelling castle," the king often proclaims, winking to a servant before ordering them off to clean some speck of dust. While he works his underlings hard, he works them kindly. No servant goes poorly treated under his rule. The only thing this kind king seems to lack is a kind successor, and at his age, he had better prepare one quickly or the kingdom may pass to one more unkind.

APPEARANCE

In strict kingly fashion, Vasilis wears only the finest silks which suit his comforts, in luscious shades of gold, silver, royal purples and deep blues. The crown sits atop his fat old head quite befittingly, surrounded by swirls of graying hair and nearly concealing the growing bald patch. He has a tangled gray beard still streaked with the remains of his previous brown mop of youth, and a pink, sun parched complexion riddled with the wrinkles of each year. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with a kind glimmer. Although he is no longer fit and handsome, it is obvious that Vasilis was once in his days a fine specimen of spectacular, manly glory... although those days are indeed long past. The wrinkles on his forehead tell of a frown repeated consistently through his years, but the dimples on his age-hallowed face conflict it with a smile. Its difficult to tell what the king's nature is simply from his expression. Although his eyes may smile, his face may be stretched down into a concerned frown, or vice versa.

HISTORY

Vasilis was born in the castle, a noble scholar, to one known by his generation as "Solid King Gaspar." The "Solid King" was much hardier and warthirsty than his son, being more of a soldier than a negotiator. It was without much quarrel that the king married a hardy young lady who matched him in vigor and had a daughter, named Ember, and then a son, whom he called Vasilis in hopes that the boy would eventually succeed him. King Gaspar was not an unintelligent man, as he had finished his education like any would-be-king, under the judgment of his own father. He could predict that his son would require a solid education more than fighting practice, as it had become difficult as the country advanced for a simple soldier to lead an entire country, where he could appoint any man to lead the war.

Therefore, from his birth, Vasilis was treated as a student and taught to fight only sparingly. His sister was taught as well, and the two studied together. Ember became an intelligent young woman, and Vasilis her strong supporter. However, Ember's life was a short one. She died of a terrible cough days before her twenty-third birthday, when Vasilis was nearly twenty-one. Vasilis grieved endlessly for her death, and swore to never love a woman in place of his sister. This, of course, was short-lived. Reaching his prime, Vasilis became somewhat of a ladies' man, with a woman hanging off of each arm at nearly all times. It became nearly impossible to seperate the ladies of the court from him for study time, and Vasilis bathed himself in the attention with apparently no regret for his broken promise.

His father died in the third month of Vasilis's thirtieth year, at the age of fifty-seven. Vasilis took the throne shortly after, and for this second death in his family, immediately gave up his womanizing ways for the study of kingship. For the next years, he reigned easily. It wasn't until the war and slaughter broke out that the job became, in his words, "at all more difficult than breaking a stallion," and in the frenzy and panic, several of his closest soldiers and his mother (at this point reaching a very high age anyway) were killed. The blow hit heavily, and Vasilis still grieves for his lost family, being alone in the Gaspar line now, and without a queen.

...he trots the air...

NAME

Aphrodite

GENDER

female

SPECIES

horse

DESCRIPTION

Aphrodite is a strong and beautiful mare, with chocolate eyes like her master and a pelt a miraculous shade of chestnut. She is a long-legged thoroughbred, having a strong build and muscles enough to carry her master into battle with the speed and grace of a racehorse, but also the charming compassion rivaling any hound. Her face is not marked with any trace of white, but an accusing band of the pale color messes her dark forelock, falling across her forehead along with the rest. Her back left leg is white up to her hock, stopping in a nearly straight line.

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[Hatter]

WELCOME FRIEND...

accepted !!

I hereby grant you entrance to Beneficium Bellum, I pray you enjoy your stay with us. You have chosen your side, be whatever you are, now is the time for fighting. Represent yourself proudly comrade, and let the battle begin !!