King Ottokar II
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 51
Physical Description: Otto is an aged man with a gradient of white to black from the top of his head to the end of his beard respectively. He is 187cm tall but a broad build is truly what makes his presence regal. His hair is generally neatly trimmed to be short accomodating his age, with a thick beard to make use of the still youthful hairs there. The King's eyes are a dark, ocean blue and his skin is a light peach shade of someone who was born darker but spends most of their time inside. Age has left his skin wrinkled particularly on a stressed forehead and around the mouth, but his shapely ears and chin remain strong.
Clothes and Equipment: The King generally wears his royal vestments, a breastplate, and a fur coat and a one-and-a-half handed sword at his belt. However there will almost always be some additions or modifications to this depending on what the King is currently doing.
Registered: May 24, 2019 13:25:21 GMT -8
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Post by King Ottokar II on Jul 10, 2019 7:01:35 GMT -8
Otto gave a nod to Johann, a for now informal endorsement of the man. The Rexus boy gave a retort to the Boar, and seeing as it vaguely affected him he felt obliged to comment. "There was indeed a drain on the treasury in the construction of these places. But I think its worthwhile to note that Wladimir's drains on the Imperial budget came largely from other sources. Besides, those schools have already been constructed, giving loyal non-Vessischer citizens proper rights for their language and culture only serves to strengthen the Empire as much as infrastructure or the Magi Colleges." Having defended his desires for the Empire's course, he relaxed in his chair once more, looking to Aurelia and then the Rexus representative. "I concur with the Empress, it is bold and though you may say you will simply improve on his rule, I believe we - your electorate - have a right to be understandably skeptical.
At last came the moment of Isenbardus, which lead to an audible scoff from the King. "Propose him all you like, nobody's voting for him and he won't ascend the throne."
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Johann IV of Bayern
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Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 34
Physical Description: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Clothes and Equipment: Being of noble house enables Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he is rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite has often been said of him, with his personal tailors complaining quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Allegiances: The Divine Empire of Vessia and the Duchy of Bayern
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Jul 11, 2019 13:11:06 GMT -8
Full faculty of the Boar's mind had to turn to maintaining any semblance of control over his temper, his cheeks beginning to bloom red. Though he could just as easily as blame that on the wine than being patronized by the Vahlent von Rexus. If he was crowned and anyone was going to be sent to battle the heathens, it was certainly going to be him. 'A great little gesture indeed'. Indeed, a gesture that could find a way to place an arrow in the back of impudent persons.
As for the offering of Archduke Isenbardus, there was certainly heat pouring off of him. It was bad enough having two whelps in his own land he needed to deal with, another on the throne was not a welcome thought. Who knows, they might be sent on play dates with each other and become such friends that if he made a move the entire Empire would move against him. It wasn't a thing he could risk. He was already out numbered, he needed to tilt the odds to his ends.
Which was why an alliance with possibly the largest centralized kingdom would be wise, with an easy enough trade off. You protect mine, I'll protect what's yours. "With these schools many within the Empire prosper, to shut them down wasting the resources already devoted to them." He kept his opinion of the whelp being made Emperor to himself for now, not wanting to disturb potential plans that had set the mental wheels to turning.
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