It's been a while since I brought out both halves of this dynamic duo. I'm so excited about this story, I never actually knew about it in ye olden days of the forum. Looking forward to seeing what you come up with, Wolfy!
Name: Marcus Capulet
Race: Human- Achaean/ Parsansharian
Deity: Athena, Achaean goddess of wisdom, defense, and strategic warfare.
Weapons: His primary choice is a Void Iron halberd that he wields with deadly skill and precision, though he keeps a shortsword of the same material in a scabbard on his left hip, as more than just a quick backup.
Armor/Clothing: Void Iron Barbute with visor, Void Iron Plate and Mail, Black-Dyed Arming Clothes, Black Leather Boots, Inquisition Tabard and Hooded Cloak.
Miscellaneous: Void Iron Manacles, waterskin, and a satchel for rations, paperwork, armor repair parts, and other necessities. He also has belt pouches for some of these materials, but the satchel was a gift from a grateful tanner, and he can’t bring himself to part with it.
Personality: Marcus acts unusually above the level of his birth, and seeks to make the most of the opportunities he has been blessed with. He is detail-oriented and well-educated, but still practical and humble. Willing to both think and work his way through any problem, maintaining control is key for him. While he is a naturally charismatic and selfless leader, he sometimes seeks that control (or lack of risk to others) by taking matters into his own hands. He may have been raised to be polite and trained to act professionally, but his introverted nature still remains. Catching him off guard or otherwise confusing him can produce amusing results but may also cause him to cloister up, while flighty small talk strikes him as an uncomfortable waste of time.
That being said, he sometimes uses five words where one will do on subjects he is passionate about, such as his job, weapons, or history. While he may take some convincing to step forward or open up, he enjoys helping people and teaching them how to notice, avoid, report, or defend against those with the Condition. He also has a strong mentoring instinct toward those he views as fellow soldiers or servants of the Empire.
On that note, he is fiercely patriotic, believing the Achaean Empire is an example to all of mankind and seeking to defend it from all who would threaten its people. While he is very respectful to nobility and royalty, he will view anyone who thinks themselves above Imperial Law as a threat, regardless of their station. He knows that the Condition can manifest in those of both high and low birth, and no amount of titles will keep him from following his duty...they’ll just make him more discreet while he does so.
In the heat of the moment, Marcus prefers to be prepared beforehand, and will thus default to his training. Whether that constitutes small-unit infantry tactics, Inquisition Protocol, or something he read in his studies, it will nearly always be something he knew already, or could feasibly deduce from that point. This, plus his eidetic memory, makes him highly calculating and methodical, but sometimes poor at snap decisions. While he is certainly smart enough to adapt his tactics to the situation, “by the book” is still the best way to summarize his approach.
Biography: Marcus Capulet was born in the burgeoning city of Veritshire, one of the southern fiefdoms of the empire, as the second child of a family of arms dealers. No, not the disreputable kind, but a mom and pop business (so to speak) that was mildly successful at making good weapons and armor (and also tools), then selling them to nearby villages and towns. His uncle worked the forge, his father was the silver-tongued merchant, and his mother was the accountant (having learned sums, reading, and writing as a nurse for the local Lord's family). As he grew older, Marcus' job included assembling parts into ready-to-sell weapons, demonstrating weapon usage for prospective customers, and keeping track of the family's inventory. The often monotonous work gave Marcus great attention to detail, as he learned to be aware of minute defects in the weapons, and creativity as he made his weapon exhibitions more entertaining or devised new ways to improve weapon designs. It looked to be a good life for Marcus...until the Necromancer came.
A delusional caster, looking to carve out his name, came to the town’s outskirts and began wreaking havoc among the poor inhabitants. The local militia were quickly killed and reanimated, and the few bannermen of the local Lord soon followed suit. Those who could not make it to the safety of the keep, or decided they would rather die with blades in their guts instead of their backs, rallied to the Capulet household to gather arms and make their stand. Marcus did his best to organize the people into formations he had seen in books, and his courage helped galvanize the resistance, but it was not enough. Every casualty they took added to the ranks of their enemy, and all seemed lost. Then, after days of fighting, then hiding, a force from the Inquisition arrived to put down the rogue caster. With channelers's wards and void iron arms they put the reign of this would-be lord of the dead to an early end. After the battle, Marcus saw in the Inquisitors something more than cataloging weapon parts and sharpening blades every day. He would probably never inherit the business anyway, and figured that this would be his chance to put his skills to use defending the realm from those cursed with the power of magic. In addition, his beloved home now held some unpleasant memories that he would prefer to avoid. After a period of mourning and helping what remained of his family and friends to rebuild, he left to join the Imperial Inquisition.
Marcus soon became a very promising young Ebonguard, learning to care for void iron arms as skillfully as those of steel or bronze and sparring with the master-at-arms to build his fighting skills. His ability to read and write and his zeal for protecting the innocent from magic users made him valuable to his company, and over time he earned his own command over a section of fellow enforcers. Marcus became a trusted and hardened soldier of the Inquisition, personally killing an Ice mage that was freezing Marcus' Inquisitor commander and helping to subdue an Earth mage who was running a protection racket on local farmers, among other feats. Marcus was about to start training to become a full-fledged Inquisitor, until the day he was ordered to separate a family. Until that point, Marcus had thought that those with "the condition" would be nothing but powerful psychopaths oppressing normal people just because they could. But then his section was put on a detail with orders to arrest a young girl caught using water magic on her family's farm. Marcus solemnly obeyed his orders, but the young girl's screams and her family's weeping cast doubts upon his noble cause. He tried assuring himself that what they were doing was for the good of the realm, but as time passed it seemed he was arresting more young casters and fighting fewer madmen.
Despite his moral objections, Marcus built a reputation of ruthless efficiency, until he became known as "The Penitent Headsman," a figure of awe among his comrades and terror for better-informed mages. The Inquisition always strives to capture casters alive whenever possible, and Marcus takes care to emphasize this policy for the good of the Inquisition and the people they serve…but when the only remaining option is death, few Inquisitors can deliver that result more proficiently than the Penitent Headsman. Marcus is essentially at the height of his career, having served honorably as a full-fledged agent for years now. But doubts have been growing in his mind, particularly if his actions are truly what is best for his fellow citizens.
Still, any doubts that plague Marcus are doing so privately (for now, at least), and he is a respected member of the Inquisition. He was one of the youngest to achieve the rank of Inquisitor/Agent, and some reason (or perhaps resent) that his initiative and wit will soon take him to greater heights. Until then, he shall continue to do what he has always done: train both mind and body to protect the empire from the scourge of magic.
Name: Kate Meliora
Race: Human (Achaean)
Appearance: Kate is more attractive than she realizes, or is comfortable with people pointing out. Below are reference pictures of Karen Gillan, the real-life celebrity who inspired Kate’s appearance, and whose fiery, not-nearly-as-crazy character in a certain BBC program got tweaked and twisted into this enjoyable parody.
The Intense Stare
The “I’m so done with this” Glare
And, my personal favorite, the “Marcus, you nerd, what are you doing?” Look
Kate’s equipment matches that of the rest of the Ebonguard corps of crossbowmen, full void iron in the lightest configuration possible, to allow these specialists mobility without sacrificing protection from the Condition’s horrors. More specifically, she wears Void Iron mail under a tabard, much like this Hospitaller.
She keeps her red hair tied back lazily, and usually tucked under her Void Iron Sallet.
Equipment: A medium-sized crossbow that Kate treats like a child but wields like an extension of her body, along with black-fletched bolts tipped with common steel, precious void iron, and even some rare silver, mementos from her parents. She also carries a weighted net, smaller than but similar to what some gladiators use; as well as a void iron shortsword identical to the one Marcus carries. Her left arm also has a small, round, Void Iron buckler strapped to it, for additional protection.
Personality: Before Kate joined the Inquisition, she was erratic, bitter, defensive, and reclusive, even on good days. Time spent in structure, discipline, and camaraderie has mostly improved her outlook, though she still sometimes displays what we would call sociopathic tendencies and bouts of depression. She speaks her mind with little thought of how others feel, can sometimes act impulsively or brashly, and can at times worry those in her immediate vicinity with this combination. Whether remarking on what she thinks people do in private or wondering aloud how long someone who annoys her would bleed out after a bolt in certain areas, it can be difficult to gauge how serious her inquiries are. Thankfully, years of coaching from her friends and colleagues have helped her at least reduce such outbursts, so she usually appears to be painfully honest rather than utterly terrifying...usually.
Despite these quirks (to put it mildly), she can be driven to excel, surprisingly insightful, and grudgingly affectionate. Kate is action to Marcus’ thought, the brawn to his brains, and, unsurprisingly, the “bad cop” in interrogations. Her shoot-first-ask-questions-later, kick in the door, loose-cannon-style attitude can be frustrating, but Marcus has come to rely on her energy and shooter’s instincts, aiming her at solutions like she aims her deadly crossbow. In the field, Kate is determined, if impatient; and observant, though at times unfocused. Anywhere else...she’d rather be in the field, really. Or a forest, hunting down something that probably won’t be missed by some stuffy lord’s game wardens, to keep her skills sharp. She’s not picky.
Biography: Kate is the daughter of two former Venatori, who raised her with her older brother in the woods...until the day it all went up in flames...literally. Her parents were killed when she was 8 by a fire mage, for reasons she never discovered...since she put a bolt between the mage's eyes. Her brother worked as a mercenary to support her, while she built the only skills she knew as a poacher/hunter and guide. When her brother died protecting a town from a cult trying to be the new Hidden Ones, she resolved that casters needed to die so that no more families would end up like hers (though she often loses sight of the latter statement.) When a detachment of Inquisitors came to clean up the mess, she offered to be their guide, in exchange for a chance to join them. Little did she know that she would soon meet her closest and trusted friend: Marcus Capulet.
The two ended up in the same section during training, and Marcus' natural leadership and caring personality made him the best person to understand and communicate with this bitter, lost soul. This was helped when one of their comrades, Macro Stupere, brought Cybele Trescar into their circle of friends. Cybele was lover to Macro, daughter of a powerful merchant near Karak du Vide, and the first woman that the tomboyish Kate had opened up to since her mother's death. Little did she know that Cybele was an Ice mage in secret...and part of a plot to free the prisoners on Karak du Vide and thus destroy the Inquisition from within. Macro’s vulnerability left both girls vulnerable to the machinations of the Hidden agents, right up until he openly betrayed the Order. Fortunately for the Empire, the Inquisition managed to contain the incident. Cybele, one of the last surviving saboteurs, went berserk and attempted to freeze or impale her former friends, including Kate. Marcus had no choice but to intervene, and begged Cybele's forgiveness before removing her head. It was the first human life he had ever taken, and for the first time, Kate reversed roles to care for her distraught friend.
The surviving members of the section went on to become a renowned unit in the Inquisition, with Marcus at their head and Kate as his second. Their feats were a marked example of efficiency and teamwork as they brought mages to trial, destroyed cults, and saved lives again and again.
Throughout it all, Marcus has always been Kate’s anchor and voice of reason, but now he believes that she is ready to begin growing beyond his shadow. Kate, for her part, is not so sure, but has given up on resisting his attempts to mentor and advise her. Now a sergeant of the Ebonguard as he was, she believes Marcus is now grooming her to rise from the infantry and become a full-fledged Agent, with all the responsibility that entails. She fears the pressure and does not desire the advancement, but she also does not want to disappoint her closest friend. Kate has never been much of a praying woman, but she might seriously consider becoming one, at this rate.
Notes on both characters: In battle, Marcus and Kate are more than well-drilled: they fight like two halves of the same person, supporting each other with minimal speech, though a multitude of gestures and subtle movements still allows them to communicate intent. Marcus may be the commander of the two, but he can easily become Kate’s improvised shield or stepladder whenever she needs it. In return, Kate is Marcus’ second pair of eyes and ears, and instantaneous ranged support.
Off the field, they function like siblings, with Marcus obviously playing the part of the worried big brother and Kate relishing her role as the mischievous younger sister. She seems to take joy in making Marcus uncomfortable to small degrees, but will suffer no other to offend or threaten him so. He, in turn, tries to guide and mentor her, but often ends up cleaning up some mess she has caused, grumbling as he goes.
Edited by Lord_Capulet, 19 May 2016 - 01:07 PM.