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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 3:22:12 GMT -5
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 3:23:05 GMT -5
» Geography & ClimateInspiration Brisingar’s climate mimics that of a subarctic climate, with the natural and dominating features being very cold – and long – winters. The difference is that the kingdom’s climate is cold all year round, giving it a constant state of wintery weather. A desolate wasteland, it is not. Winter may be coming for the other domains. For Brisingar, it is already here. The tales of old remind natives of the winter that has reigned upon Brisingar since the beginning of time. Certain parts of the year are less cold than others, with blizzards not being as bad of an impact. As far as geography goes, you won’t find many, if any, wide-open plains and instead large amounts of forest coverage. The woodlands of Brisingar resemble Taiga forests, also referred to as boreal forests or snow forests. Mountains are scattered about the kingdom, mostly along the western borders and curving up across the north. Although, the largest mountain range found toward the north is the location of Brisingar’s capital city, Ravanthro. Before the expedition leads you there, snowy forests are what the eye sees. The sight of the cold and dense woodlands is a telltale sign that you are entering the depths of Brisingar. Continue the trek north past various villages and cities guarded by cautious watchtowers and you will come across Ravanthro, which is nestled in front of the highest mountains of the dominion. Surrounding the city is a line of stone walls, with more formidable towers. The city itself gives off a cold, unsettling atmosphere. Liveliness is not a characteristic, or at least not to the naked eye. The houses and other establishments are mostly made of sturdy wood taken from the forests, with stone accented in parts of the interior and exterior. Even with fires inside to warm the citizens, there always seems to be a hint of chilling ambiance no matter where you are. The ruling family’s stronghold is found at a higher elevation than the main city, with a slightly jagged but still navigable path leading up to yet another segment of stone walls. These walls protect the castle, making this section of the kingdom the most ultimate, fortified site. The stone castle itself has the common appearance you are used to, except it is wider in size instead of being height-based. Outside the walls and further toward the continent's northern coast, there is an inlet of sea sprinkling up into a fjord. It is connected by a river valley eventually flowing into the northern ocean. However, due to the climate, it is frozen. Not all year round, but most of the time, it is. The frozen fjord is roughly five miles from the capital city, close enough to be of significant use, which will be mentioned later.
The economy in Brisingar is a goldmine, which can be taken figuratively or literally, in a sense. Residing next to various mountain ranges has become more and more useful through the centuries. Mining has become a huge, buzzling industry for Brisingar’s wealth. Coal and iron ore are the main providers for revenue, mining camps set up right outside Ravanthro, and other locations near the territory’s mountains. The most common job is mining with the second being blacksmithing. Brisingar is militaristic. It is only expected for blacksmithing to be incorporated in some way, weapons being made every single day to feed the infantry and its ego. The military did not get to where it is today merely by blessings of the Gods.
Certain kingdoms hold religion in the highest regard, on top of a podium of worship, as it were. Brisingar is not made up of worshippers, but warriors. It is considered the least religious nation. It does have a religion, however, that centers around a single God, a male one called Boreath. He is known as the God of winter, presiding over the overall cold, the ice, the northern winds, and physical labor. He encourages strength among anything else, making many believers express a fierce, driven mien. Depicted as a winter soldier, enjoy that reference, Boreath is normally found with icy swords in his hands and described as having the ability to freeze over regions instantly with his icy breath. Though some natives may have shrines of Boreath in their homes, there is no actual monastery or overbearingly large statue. For the majority of Brisingar, the praise toward Boreath is given in the form of actions.
Boreath is also usually depicted with creatures as warrior companions, mostly bears, which are found on the kingdom's main sigil. There is a gray bear's head along with a sword down the middle, all on a dark blue field. The kingdom's main colors are normally dark grays and dark blues, along with black at times.
In regards to social statuses, there is definitely a totem pole and where you are on that totem pole determines where you live. Well, most of the time. In Ravanthro, mostly the nobility and the well-off middle class reside in the city space. The other cities and towns you see scattered throughout Brisingar are the home of the more lower class civilians. There are some middle-class families living on the land, too. It varies, but mostly, if you are middle-class and above, you're probably living within the capital, Ravanthro. The homeless are not usually seen on the streets of that grand but cold city. If a poor native is found within those stone walls, more often than not they are kicked out without a second thought. It is a harsh life in Brisingar for anyone who is not well-off in terms of social class.
Ah, politics. If you believed that Brisingar would have a laid back and caring system, you haven’t been paying attention. The cold dominion entertains a militaristic, tyrannical system on all fronts, and it has been this way since the first sovereign’s reign. It has carried over until its current ruler, who leads with an iron fist. Civil unrest is far from unheard of in Brisingar, especially its capital city, where the domineering ruler reigns. There have been various protests in the past where citizens verbally – or even physically – voiced their opinions on the way things were and are run. However, thanks to the kingdom’s reliable and unwavering infantry, protests never go too far. Participators are normally arrested or, if they are making big enough scenes, could potentially be beaten right in the town square. People need to learn their lesson that Brisingar is not a compassionate little democracy, whether they want it to be or not. Any other citizens that have issues keep their mouths shut and their heads down, not wanting to be the next victims of the tyrannical militia. You would be surprised, though, that there are actually plenty of townspeople who are loyal to both the kingdom and its ruler. Not everyone has complaints, and many are proud of their land, despite certain methods being questionable. To some, they are necessary. As mentioned before, normally middle-class natives and above live in the capital. However, it is not unusual for some to make the decision to move out of Ravanthro, normally because of their secret disagreements with the crown.
If there is one thing that Brisingar is known for, it is their strictly structured military. With Brisingar known as a militaristic empire, soldiers are usually bred from a very young age, being handed swords by the time they are able to walk. Though not everyone in the kingdom is a part of the army, it is a requirement to at least be trained in combat as a child and often as a teenager. It is not an easy path, and many have fallen before their time. The ones who survived have the knowledge and skill to take care of themselves. Brisingar is not a place for the faint of heart. With the warriors trained in an array of weapons and fighting styles, the military is Brisingar’s proudest accomplishment. Several of their capable soldiers have even flourished into assassins or spies, whether hired specifically by Brisingar's ruler or elsewhere. Nonetheless, they remain loyal to their home kingdom. At least, most of them do. As suggested before, the frozen fjord is important, for it involves Brisingar’s military. It is used for training purposes. The teachings tie in to the fjord. Part of the training process involves students participating in spars along the ice. Blood stains the ice more than enough times. If the ice breaks, fight to survive. If you die, then you have failed your country. Survival of the fittest. There are various training exercises like that one that put students in a life or death scenario. It shows if you are fit or unfit to serve in Brisingar’s military. Other kingdoms have not been silent with their opinions on the matter, calling Brisingar’s methods immoral, although personal opinions have never deterred their ways.
The wildlife around Brisingar include common animals you'd imagine living in a wintery area. Deer, caribou, rabbits, arctic foxes, and grizzly bears are among the most commonly seen species, and certain species are hunted for food and trade. Crops are typically difficult to grow in a land like Brisingar, so hunting is a main method for gathering food. However, there are naturally certain types of crops that are cool-season based, and so they do not require specific protections from the weather. As a result, agriculture is found in Brisingar, although there is less of it than in other regions.
Marcellus Revere Dreyford [ face claim ● John Barrowman ] A kingdom is only as powerful as its leader, they say. The crown reigning callously over present day Brisingar falls to Marcellus Revere Dreyford, a man with a soul as cold as ice. Bred into a mighty and unbowed warrior, he was always gifted with skills that normally took others longer to master. He danced around every test that was flung at him, a dancer on ice. With his bare fists, he is dangerous. Give him a weapon, and he is a demolishing force of nature. As the eldest son of the previous ruler, Marcel knew early on that he was expected to take the throne when the time came. He did not ascend to the throne at an older age, however. A curious thing, the way his father passed away, or maybe it was not curious at all. Marcel was in his late teens whenever it was announced that his father was dead, the majority of the state believing it to be some sort of heart attack or other natural cause in the older man’s body. What they didn’t know was that maybe, just maybe, it hadn’t been by natural causes and certainly wasn’t an accident. Poison, especially a rather non traceable one, is not difficult to come by in Brisingar. Certain people residing in the region believe it to have been some sort of assassination, although the finger doesn’t tend to point to Marcel. Unless, of course, it does but people are too cowardly to say the accusations publicly. If word was to get out that Marcel had been the assassin to end the life of the previous ruler, perhaps not everyone would be surprised, though. Trained by the best in the kingdom growing up, Marcel was made into not only a full-fledged soldier, but a master assassin. That term is no stranger to the lips or ears of natives. Assassins and spies are spread out throughout the military, and at the time, Marcel had been no exception. Excelling in prowess, he became one of the most well known assassins in Brisingar's history. It is far from a secret, too. Everyone is aware of who and what he is. He is a prowling beast that gives off a dominant aura and a hunger for strength. He is both feared and respected by many, it is true. Not just in Brisingar either. His influence stretches far, whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. Weak, he is not. Not physically and certainly not mentally. Marcel is a man who has persevered through many hardships and is still standing, scars and all. Brisingar will not fall under his leadership. He swears it. And if he happens to fall in the process, then his only child and the heir would instantly step in to fill the role.
» Relationships in Brisingar- Marcel & Thierry Dreyford are father & son
- Thierry Dreyford and Ysara Balleirak are a couple
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 3:26:18 GMT -5
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 20, 2019 3:26:44 GMT -5
» Livvy's Brisingar CharactersMarcellus Revere Dreyford [ face claim ● John Barrowman ]
Brisingar ● Forty-Six ● King ● Pansexual ● Neutral Evil Appearance A darkened soul and heart inhabit Marcel’s body, giving him a cold demeanor with an even colder gaze. He has a dominant aura about him, one that is constantly echoing a sense of strength. The way he carries himself reflects confidence but also vigilance, as if he is always observing his surroundings like a watchful hawk. Marcel is not the tallest man in their world, but height does not mean anything. A master assassin does not need height on his side to slit your throat before your brain processes what is happening. He stands at roughly five foot eleven, but still gives off an intimidating form, always holding his chin up high. Never will you find this man slouching or showing a hint of weakness in his form. Any visible vulnerability is expertly suppressed. His eyes are a dark, forest green color, although the forests of Brisingar do not usually reflect greenery and pretty foliage. Marcel keeps his dark brown hair cut short and a beard is not common to see on the man’s face. Scars are found all over his body, but scars show that you have truly lived. Marcel has lived and been through enough hardships to know exactly how the world works. And what he should do in order to thrive in it.
Personality A dangerous man, the harsh kingdom’s ruler is. He is both feared and respected by many, it is true. Not just in Brisingar either. His influence stretches far, whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. It depends on your perspective, and your overall bias. Everyone has a bias toward everything, especially people. Ever since Marcellus was a boy, there was never a kindness about him. It was as though darkness was born along with him, causing him to be aggressive and merciless. He was destined to be a leader, just not the kind of leader you read about in ridiculous fairy tales. He expressed a dominant authority over others at a young age, never having friends by his side. It was constant, his mannerisms remaining the same even as he grew into an adult. It heightened, more like it. Marcel is now a cold man with a hardened exterior, not someone you want to double cross. Anyone who has had the audacity to betray him was always found dead, and not by the hand of another. If it’s personal, Marcel will deal with it himself, not showing any empathy. He is very cunning and will definitely show a charismatic side if needed.
History As the eldest son of the previous ruler, Marcel knew early on that he was expected to take the throne. He did not ascend to the throne at an older age, however. A curious thing, the way his father passed away, or maybe it was not curious at all. Marcel was a young adult whenever it was announced that his father was dead, most of the domain believing it to be some sort of heart attack or other natural cause in the older man’s body. What they didn’t know was that maybe, just maybe, it hadn’t been by natural causes and certainly wasn’t an accident. Poison, especially a non-traceable one, is not difficult to come by in Brisingar. No evidence was found that suggested foul play, or perhaps it was because whoever did find anything was paid off finely. Bred into a mighty and unbowed warrior, Marcel was always gifted with skills that normally took others longer to master. He danced around every test that was flung at him, a dancer on ice. With his bare fists, he is dangerous. Give him a weapon, and he is a demolishing force of nature. Marcel was made into not only a full-fledged soldier, but a master assassin. Excelling in prowess, he became one of the most well-known assassins in Brisingar's history. Now, he is one of the most well-known rulers, which could be a good or bad thing depending on who you ask.
Theme Songs The Devil You Know by X Ambassadors In Hell I'll Be in Good Company by The Dead South Broken Bones by Kaleo Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Light of the Seven by Ramin Djawadi
Thierry Rafferty Dreyford [ face claim ● Jensen Ackles ]
Brisingar ● Twenty-seven ● Heir ● Heterosexual ● Neutral Appearance A pride and joy of Marcel’s life is his eldest son, Thierry, who is the heir to the throne and will ascend one day. He is a handsome man with a natural, strong figure of masculinity. Standing a few inches past six feet, he dons an athletic physique from many years of training and real, hardcore fighting. He’s a born warrior, just like his father and then his father before him. Thierry’s hair is a dark shade of brown, although it is lighter than his father’s and more so echoes his mother’s hair color. Some people consider him to look more like his mother than his father, although others believe it is the opposite. It depends on who you ask or your own perspective, especially if you ever knew his mother. His optics are like his father’s, flaunting dark green irises with a similar knack of keeping the world at arm’s length. He alertly observes the world as much as his father does. Thierry has his own scars from life scattered about his body, and perhaps one day he’ll have more than Marcel. He is still relatively young, living through his prime. Unless tragedy strikes, Thierry has many more years ahead of him. There are more scars to gain; more stories to tell.
Personality If anyone prayed in hope that Thierry did not turn out like his father, they were praying to the wrong god. Maybe they shouldn't have prayed for him at all. He is not a light in Brisingar’s darkness, nor is a savior of any kind. The angel that protesting citizens wish for is not him. At least, he doesn’t believe himself to be an angel or even half of one. Though his own darkness is not quite as immoral as his father’s, Thierry still echoes a rather guarded front. He is straightforward and does not dance around topics, not really one to find amusement where there shouldn’t be any. Thierry is a serious man, perhaps more serious in nature than his father is, or maybe it’s just that he’s more reserved. Though well-trained, he did not become an assassin like his father before him, and instead just became a strong and intelligent high-ranking soldier in the army. Battles have made Thierry even more cautious, and he is not someone who trusts easily.
History As Marcellus’s first born, he was automatically the heir as soon as his mother’s pregnancy was announced to the whole kingdom. It was a monumental time, with praise being given to the royal family and celebrations igniting throughout the capital. Well, mostly in Ravanthro's castle. It was no secret that not everyone was thrilled to hear that the viperous Marcel had a child that could potentially become his exact shadow. His childhood reflected much of his father’s, with Thierry becoming a bred soldier at a young age. While Marcel was always more gifted in agility and stealth, Thierry seemed to show more physical strength at a young age. He was intently trained to use an array of weapons but seemed to always gravitate toward two-handed swords or spears, and he still prefers them to basic swords or bows. Whenever Thierry was a young boy, his mother was killed in front of him by a man from Marcel’s council who secretly opposed the crown. He took Marcel’s wife away from him to hurt him and to spite him. There was an attempt to kill Thierry as well, but Marcel came darting in like a shadow. He made the man suffer, wanting him to know what true pain was. And Thierry watched it all.
Theme Songs State Of My Head by Shinedown Warriors by Imagine Dragons Outcast by Shinedown I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin Rise by Hans Zimmer
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jan 20, 2019 14:35:19 GMT -5
» Glow's Brisingar Characters
Ysara Balleirak
[ face claim ● Ella Rattigan ] 25 ● Brisingar ● Courtier ● heterosexual ● neutral good
Personality Ysara is a mix of hard-headed and refined. Though she is opinionated and willing to fight what she believes in, she understands the difficulty of her position in the majority of debates. She is a courtier surrounded by royals, and it is wisest of her to watch her tongue. Those who know her would call her charming. She is sweet and open minded. Ask her to do you a favor and she will pour all her energy into it. But she is also smart. Having grown up in the palace at Brisingar, she knows precisely how to behave around nobles, royals, and servants alike. Tactful is a good word. Then again, she also has a streak of chaos in her. She is romantic and believes fervently in the good of all people. She often prefers the company of the low-born to the high-born, for around them she can let down her carefully constructed facade of the elegant courtier. In reality she knows she is nothing more than a glorified servant herself. Apart from the beautiful dresses and the dinner parties, there is really no difference between Ysara and any common palace employee. She is entirely at the beck and call of the king and his son. She fears the day when they tire of her company.
History Ysara was born to a pair of courtiers by the names of Pevren and Risella Balleirak. They had been wed purely for political purposes at the behest of the king before Marcellus. They did not love each other, and Ysara would be their only joy in an otherwise miserable and rather lonely marriage. She was raised on an estate near the palace. It was a mostly happy childhood, for she was loved and given everything she could ever want. She spent most of her days at the palace, being one of the few children of Prince Thierry's age that was high born enough to be a playmate. Now, Pevren was a wealthy man to be sure, but he gambled away the majority of his savings by the time Ysara was old enough to know what was happening. By this time her mother was already gone, having fled to live with her family on the mainland. Pevren died of alcohol poisoning when Ysara was seventeen. At that point she became the owner of her father's estate.
Appearance Though she is lovely, Ysara blends in well with the people of Brisingar. Her fair hair and light complexion are evidence of her family's long history in the cold. Her hair is the color of the winter sun. Her eyes are a glacial blue. Her features are symmetrical, reminiscent of her late mother, who was renowned for her beauty even in her later years. She has cupid's bow lips of a lovely nude shade. Her face is heart-shaped, with a pretty chin and a feminine jawline. Her simple, natural beauty lends itself to softer colors. Her style is classic and beautiful. Because Brisingar is cold, she is commonly found in long wool cloaks with reddish or white fur collars. Underneath she wears gowns in white, black, navy, or cream. They are made to suit her thin and narrow frame. She is not a tall woman, though she is also not short. Her height is around 5'6, with an inch or two added for shoes.
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jan 21, 2019 17:09:20 GMT -5
» Inky's Brisingar Characters
Sanah Woodgard
[ face claim ● Iekeliene Stange ] 22 ● Native Brisingar ● Noble Woman ● Heterosexual ● Lawful good Personality Unlike the typical depiction of her people she is soft like how she looks. Gentle at heart she is soft spoken and quiet. Though she only remains quiet because she knows her opinions would get her killed. She dislikes the king and is motives a great deal. The whole militaristic nature of her home country bothers her. She doesn't understand the want to kill in any sense. Sanah is a kind woman who would do anything for someone. Her disdain for the way her country is being lead runs deep. To the point of sabotage. She has many people in different places that speak to her, fairly well off she isn't above paying someone to handle things so she doesn't get her hands dirty. Her compassion knows almost know bounds but her need to have order and peace is stronger than her desire to remain kind
History Born to a middle class family, she has helped her father grow his wealth since her brain is basically that of a well taught scholar. Her brain helped her family gain a place in the Capital. Sanah grew up working for everything she has, since she was not rich she had to fight to stay above the line of poverty. So reading and writing was her first goal and once she learn that, everything just fell in place as she planned. Probably the biggest reason her family has grown the way it has she didn't always have the support of her family. For a long time they spoke of throwing the young girl out since she was far to weak to be of any use. Her family is and always been very supportive of the government and their ways. So often Sanah was beaten a told to be better and grow stronger, to be of some kind of use. Once she learned how to use her brain, her families tune changed but she hates them regardless. Appearance Almost ghostly Sanah is a wisp of a woman. Among her people she is seen as a weakling at least physically. Her build though average in height she is thin to the point of almost sickly. Her skin is fair, like it has never seen the sun. Which is basically the case. Her face is angular and sharp, her eyes are hazel in color, often leaning more toward the blue side. Everything about her screams delicate. She can often be seen wearing something out of the norm for those of her country, usually fitting in the same color scheme, just with the occasional blood red thrown in there.
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