Basil [Lord]
Sept 27, 2014 20:47:58 GMT
Post by Basil on Sept 27, 2014 20:47:58 GMT
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Basil
GROUP
Ylissean
AGE
Twenty-Six
BIRTHDAY
November 18th
WEAPON
Bronze Sword
CLASSES
Lord, Mage, Pegasus Knight
POSITIVES
Charismatic, Dedicated, Caring, Observant, Intelligent, Charming, Reliable, Reasonable (unless it's Dorian), Analytical, Righteous, Loyal, Firm, Diligent.
NEGATIVES
Opportunist, Worry-Wart, Stubborn, Prideful, Over-Protective, Sneaky, Secretive, Subtle, Emotionally Controlling (towards himself), Slightly Machiavellian, Far-Sighted, Guilt Complex, Teases/Taunts/Corrects/Be an ass (but is the big brother and actually cares) to Dorian.
BIO
Being a noble is easy, if you're not the first born.
Basil was born with expectations and wishes that many would have crumbled under. His first four years of life were spoiled and peaceful. At the end of that however, he gained a baby brother, a small cute little tyke named Dorian. When his mother showed him the babe, and let the little boy hold him, the older brother knew he could no longer turn back. Despite the pressures he knew would come in his life, the male vowed to himself to let his brother live a safe, happy life if he could, taking on all of the things that he could spare his little brother. And as such, he often took care of him as a babe, often acting possessive at times. It amused her mother, and was one of the last few things that she had good in her life, the three often spending days together.
Then, when Basil turned six, his peaceful childhood was wrenched away. First, his mother's death. Then his two year old brother wrenched from his grasp, and handed over to maids. Third, he no longer had freedom, shackled to tutors and learning how to be a respectable noble. The lessons were burnt into his mind, forcing the young boy to adapt. His only joy was seeing his brother's smile as he played outside during Basil's lessons, or his father's nod of approval. The gentle, loving man that had been brought out by his wife was no longer present towards his own blood, always reminded of his beloved when he saw them. Basil understood and knew this, always having been able to tell how people were by just being around them. But he didn't let it bother him, for Dorian was smiling.
He knew the other boy had lessons, but nothing strenuous. Basil had demanded it, and the exchange was that he give himself to the entirety of the teachings. And he had, the world around him harsh but innocent in it's own way. Learning the blade and the lance, he was expected to become a Cavalier. It was the day that he was to pick a mount, when he broke his father's rules for the first time. Hearing a cry from the near-by forest, the boy had ventured in, blade at his side. Finding wild beasts that scatted when he swung his sword, he was met with a strange sight. His first dead body, half-eaten, and a pegasus with broken legs, whining pitifully. Spasming, he noticed that a small foal was on the ground, weakly making noises.
The creature had stared at him as he approached, putting away his sword. Soothing he stroked it like he would a horse, remembering lessons by pegasus knights. The creature seemed distrustful, but when the foal seemed to struggle, he let a soft noise, and gently took his shirt to wipe away the grime, and bring the babe to the mother's view. That's when the injured mount trusted him, nuzzling her child. It was like she knew she didn't have long, rider dead. With a firm nudge, she pushed the boy away from her, and shook her head. She wanted him to leave, and get their bodies... and by the time he would do so, she would have passed. The male seemed to hesitate, but left, carrying the foal with him. Raising his trainer and a few of the guards that had started to look for him, they all left to the forest. Of course, Basil had searched the body and found a missive for his father firstly. He kept it of course, wanting them to think it all an accident if he understood what the note implied.
Unfortunately, that was probably the worst idea Basil had, as he brought the small foal to their enclosure. He would find that out only a few years later, the eight year old boy taking care of the small mount. And surprisingly enough, the foal trusted him fully, despite it being very, VERY aggressive to any of the trainers or anyone else. The only other person it was even nice to was Dorian, and that was because the one time it had been mean to him, Basil had given a disappointed stare. Needless to say, the foal became a strong stallion, one that wanted to please it's rider. And perhaps it grated his father's wheels a bit, that his precious first-born was on a 'girly' mount. Basil didn't care, knowing that having a Pegasus in the first place was strong points for the nobility... simply because their trust was hard to earn. There was a legend that only the pure of heart could ride one.
That, he could use to his advantage, despite his father's need to be... macho at times. Which was probably lost on the soft faced, beautiful sons he had, none of them really a man's man of stereotypes. And Basil even further sunk that when the boy decided to play with something that wasn't his. One of his teachers, a wise Sage, had left a simple tome out in the open. And needless to say, Basil took it, and some how managed to set fire to not only his cloak, but his desk. Imagine the surprise when said teacher realizes that the student he had always wanted in his craft had been seated in front of him, bored out of his mind during the history lessons.
Needless to say, that also rankled Basil's father, and thus kind of turned his eyes on Dorian. However, Basil had to, often and subtly, remind his father the deal they had made. Dorian would not be touched, or Basil would walk out, taking the other boy with him and leaving his father to rot. This caused friction between the two and the missive that had come with his foal was burned up in one of Basil's rages. Needless to say, he had quite the temper with his father, frustrated beyond belief at the man. However, how was Basil to know what burning that missive would do to their family? If he had known, he would have forgiven his father on the spot. But the two thought, at least until Basil turned twelve, when he was brought to the court with his father to the first time.
And the boy was fascinated, wonder-filled at the sights of the nobles, the political plays, everything. Perhaps that was the one thing he could actually thank his father for, showing Basil that he was a leader, not a follower. He wanted to be in court, and was excitedly talking with his father on their ride back. When the carriage was attacked, and then his father surprisingly covered Basil's body with his own. He didn't incur any fatal wounds then, but a week later, the old man passed away, perhaps from the body stress or something. Needless to say, Basil felt guilty. More so when he had to take over his father's role, but still could not be introduced to the court now, a distant uncle watching them, minding them. Basil's guilt would sharpen even more later.
When the boy was eighteen, he brought himself and Dorian to the courts, introducing themselves into the world of politics for definite. One of the older members of course, told him about how they hadn't seen dorian since his birth, as the exhalt had left over twenty years ago. The court however, seemed in turmoil and quickly Basil learned why. Dark rumours were spreading about a return. That the exhalt line had now been victorious, the Falchion lost to them forever. Despite the exhalt leaving and going to defeat Grima... Basil had faith in her. Nobles began doing power plays, and the boy had to jump right in the thick of it, trying to keep the core faith that their exhalt had not perished safe. The male had distantly noted his brother left the court, disgusted with their actions.
Basil thought it was better this way. He could get Dorian to settled down if needed, and then keep his beloved younger brother safe. Unfortunately, despite the male's large intelligence, it seemed he became very dumb when it involved Dorian somehow. When the news the Exhalt had perished came to them, Basil was shattered. His entire world crumbled, and he saw the world's evil for the first time. Like many, he despaired. But unlike many, he shook it off, and set himself on a crusade to take the Exhaltship. A distant, half-forgotten promise with his mother in the back of his mind, Basil began to try and maneuver himself in the right positions, at the right time, sliding into the court, and intending to take it with an iron fist. He wouldn't let them squabble over this, he would unite them and them lead them, take down Grima himself. Unfortunately, this would take years, and the male knew this. People would suffer during this time, he also knew that.
But it was for the greater good. Basil had taken a long look at himself, and went for it, reaching for the power at his finger tips. But unfortunately, Dorian seemed to have a mind of his own about this matter, not even understanding his brother's cryptic missives. So when his beloved little brother burst into the throne room, and made his speech, the male was floored. The male felt several things flow through him. Betrayal, anger, rage and finally, disbelief. His little brother was going to fight Grima himself and yet try to revoke the Exhaltship? Basil wanted to groan and just apologize for the brat, but when he left, all eyes were on him. Composing himself, he did what had to be done.
To salvage his plans, to salvage his goals and most of all, to keep Dorian safe, he disowned him. Cast him out of the family publicly. But home is where the heart is, and Basil knew this. He couldn't completely cut himself off from his brother, giving him a pittance, which was not a wide-known practice. His heart ached to have cast Dorian away like that, but quietly, and each night Basil repeated to himself that it was for the Greater Good. He then took the time, making turns within duchies that he had been allied with, forming himself a stronger alliance, doing all he could. He would even marry if he thought it could get his goal closer in hand, and Basil knew how shameless that was. But it didn't matter, his goal was everything he had to do, he had to work towards, now that Dorian was trying to act the hero.
He wouldn't let his little brother die, not if he could help it. Basil found himself gaining support, gently plucking those around his or Dorian's age. He didn't want to admit, but he understood Dorian's need to help others. But Basil wanted to save the world, not rather into folly like the previous exhalt had done. He wanted to honour her sacrifice and to save them all. And if a few thousands had to die to save the millions in the future, then he would not kill himself to save those thousands. Perhaps it was heartless of him, even cruel, but he had to do it. He had to cast aside what made him human, and become a monster in his own right. Slowly but surely, he became overcome with need to keep his emotions controlled. That face for the troops, that face for the court, that face for courting. His real face melted away, layered under to keep himself self. That's when his information network came back with an awful truth about his father's death. And even, about things going on the court right now, and Basil felt his stomach bundle up and his heart become of stone. Not only that, but the Steward position didn't fall to him, and what had cost him it was most likely Dorian's rebellion. But Basil was not deterred by this.
In fact, he was just getting himself started.
OTHER
Basil seems to hold a stable personality, but it often seems to go out of the window when he involves himself with Dorian. After all, the little tyke is perhaps the one weakness Basil even allows himself, as he doesn't think himself worthy of anything due to his guilt.
He is very good friends with Lilou and Aurelia, but sent them off to Dorian because he'sparanoid protective of his little brother.
Basil is a very good judge of character, and often even more so since he does tend to observe and research those that he is curious about. His various contacts are certainly helpful with this, but despite all of the information pointing otherwise, he tends to trust his gut feelings more so then the given facts. After all, his gut has not led him astray ever.
Basil also seems to be the type of man that hides information in order to manipulate the situation to his advantage, making him possibly a really dangerous presence. There have already been a few assassination attempts by both Plegian and non-Plegian factions. Although he's pretty sure Feroxi is the only one that hasn't tried to kill him at some point or another, which he is kind of thankful for.
Basil's teachers came from several lands, some of them from Valm and even other foreign lands before the boats had been destroyed, and many of them remained by his side. Although some of them may be caught up in the conflicts going around in the continent currently. He worries about them and often inquires about them, but his information web is rather limited, due to some interference.
Basil tends to hide his fondness for tomato and potato soup for some reason. Probably because it doesn't seem like a 'noble' food or something. But it's a dish his mother used to make him as a child.
FACE-CLAIM
D-GRAY MAN, kanda yuu
Basil
GROUP
Ylissean
AGE
Twenty-Six
BIRTHDAY
November 18th
WEAPON
Bronze Sword
CLASSES
Lord, Mage, Pegasus Knight
POSITIVES
Charismatic, Dedicated, Caring, Observant, Intelligent, Charming, Reliable, Reasonable (unless it's Dorian), Analytical, Righteous, Loyal, Firm, Diligent.
NEGATIVES
Opportunist, Worry-Wart, Stubborn, Prideful, Over-Protective, Sneaky, Secretive, Subtle, Emotionally Controlling (towards himself), Slightly Machiavellian, Far-Sighted, Guilt Complex, Teases/Taunts/Corrects/Be an ass (but is the big brother and actually cares) to Dorian.
BIO
Being a noble is easy, if you're not the first born.
Basil was born with expectations and wishes that many would have crumbled under. His first four years of life were spoiled and peaceful. At the end of that however, he gained a baby brother, a small cute little tyke named Dorian. When his mother showed him the babe, and let the little boy hold him, the older brother knew he could no longer turn back. Despite the pressures he knew would come in his life, the male vowed to himself to let his brother live a safe, happy life if he could, taking on all of the things that he could spare his little brother. And as such, he often took care of him as a babe, often acting possessive at times. It amused her mother, and was one of the last few things that she had good in her life, the three often spending days together.
Then, when Basil turned six, his peaceful childhood was wrenched away. First, his mother's death. Then his two year old brother wrenched from his grasp, and handed over to maids. Third, he no longer had freedom, shackled to tutors and learning how to be a respectable noble. The lessons were burnt into his mind, forcing the young boy to adapt. His only joy was seeing his brother's smile as he played outside during Basil's lessons, or his father's nod of approval. The gentle, loving man that had been brought out by his wife was no longer present towards his own blood, always reminded of his beloved when he saw them. Basil understood and knew this, always having been able to tell how people were by just being around them. But he didn't let it bother him, for Dorian was smiling.
He knew the other boy had lessons, but nothing strenuous. Basil had demanded it, and the exchange was that he give himself to the entirety of the teachings. And he had, the world around him harsh but innocent in it's own way. Learning the blade and the lance, he was expected to become a Cavalier. It was the day that he was to pick a mount, when he broke his father's rules for the first time. Hearing a cry from the near-by forest, the boy had ventured in, blade at his side. Finding wild beasts that scatted when he swung his sword, he was met with a strange sight. His first dead body, half-eaten, and a pegasus with broken legs, whining pitifully. Spasming, he noticed that a small foal was on the ground, weakly making noises.
The creature had stared at him as he approached, putting away his sword. Soothing he stroked it like he would a horse, remembering lessons by pegasus knights. The creature seemed distrustful, but when the foal seemed to struggle, he let a soft noise, and gently took his shirt to wipe away the grime, and bring the babe to the mother's view. That's when the injured mount trusted him, nuzzling her child. It was like she knew she didn't have long, rider dead. With a firm nudge, she pushed the boy away from her, and shook her head. She wanted him to leave, and get their bodies... and by the time he would do so, she would have passed. The male seemed to hesitate, but left, carrying the foal with him. Raising his trainer and a few of the guards that had started to look for him, they all left to the forest. Of course, Basil had searched the body and found a missive for his father firstly. He kept it of course, wanting them to think it all an accident if he understood what the note implied.
Unfortunately, that was probably the worst idea Basil had, as he brought the small foal to their enclosure. He would find that out only a few years later, the eight year old boy taking care of the small mount. And surprisingly enough, the foal trusted him fully, despite it being very, VERY aggressive to any of the trainers or anyone else. The only other person it was even nice to was Dorian, and that was because the one time it had been mean to him, Basil had given a disappointed stare. Needless to say, the foal became a strong stallion, one that wanted to please it's rider. And perhaps it grated his father's wheels a bit, that his precious first-born was on a 'girly' mount. Basil didn't care, knowing that having a Pegasus in the first place was strong points for the nobility... simply because their trust was hard to earn. There was a legend that only the pure of heart could ride one.
That, he could use to his advantage, despite his father's need to be... macho at times. Which was probably lost on the soft faced, beautiful sons he had, none of them really a man's man of stereotypes. And Basil even further sunk that when the boy decided to play with something that wasn't his. One of his teachers, a wise Sage, had left a simple tome out in the open. And needless to say, Basil took it, and some how managed to set fire to not only his cloak, but his desk. Imagine the surprise when said teacher realizes that the student he had always wanted in his craft had been seated in front of him, bored out of his mind during the history lessons.
Needless to say, that also rankled Basil's father, and thus kind of turned his eyes on Dorian. However, Basil had to, often and subtly, remind his father the deal they had made. Dorian would not be touched, or Basil would walk out, taking the other boy with him and leaving his father to rot. This caused friction between the two and the missive that had come with his foal was burned up in one of Basil's rages. Needless to say, he had quite the temper with his father, frustrated beyond belief at the man. However, how was Basil to know what burning that missive would do to their family? If he had known, he would have forgiven his father on the spot. But the two thought, at least until Basil turned twelve, when he was brought to the court with his father to the first time.
And the boy was fascinated, wonder-filled at the sights of the nobles, the political plays, everything. Perhaps that was the one thing he could actually thank his father for, showing Basil that he was a leader, not a follower. He wanted to be in court, and was excitedly talking with his father on their ride back. When the carriage was attacked, and then his father surprisingly covered Basil's body with his own. He didn't incur any fatal wounds then, but a week later, the old man passed away, perhaps from the body stress or something. Needless to say, Basil felt guilty. More so when he had to take over his father's role, but still could not be introduced to the court now, a distant uncle watching them, minding them. Basil's guilt would sharpen even more later.
When the boy was eighteen, he brought himself and Dorian to the courts, introducing themselves into the world of politics for definite. One of the older members of course, told him about how they hadn't seen dorian since his birth, as the exhalt had left over twenty years ago. The court however, seemed in turmoil and quickly Basil learned why. Dark rumours were spreading about a return. That the exhalt line had now been victorious, the Falchion lost to them forever. Despite the exhalt leaving and going to defeat Grima... Basil had faith in her. Nobles began doing power plays, and the boy had to jump right in the thick of it, trying to keep the core faith that their exhalt had not perished safe. The male had distantly noted his brother left the court, disgusted with their actions.
Basil thought it was better this way. He could get Dorian to settled down if needed, and then keep his beloved younger brother safe. Unfortunately, despite the male's large intelligence, it seemed he became very dumb when it involved Dorian somehow. When the news the Exhalt had perished came to them, Basil was shattered. His entire world crumbled, and he saw the world's evil for the first time. Like many, he despaired. But unlike many, he shook it off, and set himself on a crusade to take the Exhaltship. A distant, half-forgotten promise with his mother in the back of his mind, Basil began to try and maneuver himself in the right positions, at the right time, sliding into the court, and intending to take it with an iron fist. He wouldn't let them squabble over this, he would unite them and them lead them, take down Grima himself. Unfortunately, this would take years, and the male knew this. People would suffer during this time, he also knew that.
But it was for the greater good. Basil had taken a long look at himself, and went for it, reaching for the power at his finger tips. But unfortunately, Dorian seemed to have a mind of his own about this matter, not even understanding his brother's cryptic missives. So when his beloved little brother burst into the throne room, and made his speech, the male was floored. The male felt several things flow through him. Betrayal, anger, rage and finally, disbelief. His little brother was going to fight Grima himself and yet try to revoke the Exhaltship? Basil wanted to groan and just apologize for the brat, but when he left, all eyes were on him. Composing himself, he did what had to be done.
To salvage his plans, to salvage his goals and most of all, to keep Dorian safe, he disowned him. Cast him out of the family publicly. But home is where the heart is, and Basil knew this. He couldn't completely cut himself off from his brother, giving him a pittance, which was not a wide-known practice. His heart ached to have cast Dorian away like that, but quietly, and each night Basil repeated to himself that it was for the Greater Good. He then took the time, making turns within duchies that he had been allied with, forming himself a stronger alliance, doing all he could. He would even marry if he thought it could get his goal closer in hand, and Basil knew how shameless that was. But it didn't matter, his goal was everything he had to do, he had to work towards, now that Dorian was trying to act the hero.
He wouldn't let his little brother die, not if he could help it. Basil found himself gaining support, gently plucking those around his or Dorian's age. He didn't want to admit, but he understood Dorian's need to help others. But Basil wanted to save the world, not rather into folly like the previous exhalt had done. He wanted to honour her sacrifice and to save them all. And if a few thousands had to die to save the millions in the future, then he would not kill himself to save those thousands. Perhaps it was heartless of him, even cruel, but he had to do it. He had to cast aside what made him human, and become a monster in his own right. Slowly but surely, he became overcome with need to keep his emotions controlled. That face for the troops, that face for the court, that face for courting. His real face melted away, layered under to keep himself self. That's when his information network came back with an awful truth about his father's death. And even, about things going on the court right now, and Basil felt his stomach bundle up and his heart become of stone. Not only that, but the Steward position didn't fall to him, and what had cost him it was most likely Dorian's rebellion. But Basil was not deterred by this.
In fact, he was just getting himself started.
OTHER
Basil seems to hold a stable personality, but it often seems to go out of the window when he involves himself with Dorian. After all, the little tyke is perhaps the one weakness Basil even allows himself, as he doesn't think himself worthy of anything due to his guilt.
He is very good friends with Lilou and Aurelia, but sent them off to Dorian because he's
Basil is a very good judge of character, and often even more so since he does tend to observe and research those that he is curious about. His various contacts are certainly helpful with this, but despite all of the information pointing otherwise, he tends to trust his gut feelings more so then the given facts. After all, his gut has not led him astray ever.
Basil also seems to be the type of man that hides information in order to manipulate the situation to his advantage, making him possibly a really dangerous presence. There have already been a few assassination attempts by both Plegian and non-Plegian factions. Although he's pretty sure Feroxi is the only one that hasn't tried to kill him at some point or another, which he is kind of thankful for.
Basil's teachers came from several lands, some of them from Valm and even other foreign lands before the boats had been destroyed, and many of them remained by his side. Although some of them may be caught up in the conflicts going around in the continent currently. He worries about them and often inquires about them, but his information web is rather limited, due to some interference.
Basil tends to hide his fondness for tomato and potato soup for some reason. Probably because it doesn't seem like a 'noble' food or something. But it's a dish his mother used to make him as a child.
FACE-CLAIM
D-GRAY MAN, kanda yuu
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