Post by thelightsworn on Mar 30, 2010 6:55:13 GMT -5
Frederick Di Lowenthal
" Such a pretty face. Such a shame. "
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» TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOWALIASSir Frederick to his subordinates. Freddie to friends.
AGE 34 Years old.
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
ETHNIC Britannian
FACTION The Holy Empire of Brittania
POSITION Knight of One
» YOU'RE IN THEN OUTPERSONALITY Upon meeting Freddie on the street one would assume he is but a common man. He is kind to everyone and goes out of his way to help people when he can. His personality could be described as somewhat upbeat if not for the fact that behind his smile he always carries some of the aloof nature common to higher ranked nobles. Many people have been caught very surprised when they found out the man who had just helped them with a very menial task, such as unloading a truck of produce for their shop, or carrying a delivery to it's intended recipient, is in fact the Knight of One.
Many people have also been surprised when the man they had just been pleasantly conversing with cut them down where they stood. Frederick is fiercely loyal to Brittania. He serves the emperor, but considers his true duty to Brittania itself. When he views something as a threat to his homeland he deals with it ruthlessly and without a second thought.
He views human life as sacred, but is willing to sacrifice anything without a moment of hesitation to defend his homeland. He has little patience for talking out disputes and has been known to kill men for so much as speaking against the actions of the emperor in his presence.
He often makes romantic advances towards women, though rarely follows through. Women who give into his advances too easily are ignored, almost as if he views women as a challenge to overcome. In his personal life he holds few things close as he has begun to believe that attachments are liabilities to someone in his position. Though he lives a somewhat detached life, he can appreciate regular human emotion, and envies people who live common lives. In spite of his jealousy of the common man, he views his duty to the empire above his own wants and needs and considers his job to be the defining part of his life.
ADORES
- The Empire
- Duty
- The Every-Day Life of the Common Man
ABHORS
- The Enemies of Brittania
- Chaos
- Easy Women
SKILLED
- Using Guns
- Long Distance Shooting
- Close Range Gun-play
- I would like to request a Geass but it isn't incredibly important and only really needs to be discussed if and when this character is approved.
FEARS
- Becoming Useless
- Betraying the Empire
- Britannia Dissolving
» MEMORIES, SUPPOSED TO FADERELATIVES Arthur Di Lowenthal - Father, Constance Lowenthal - Mother
HISTORY Born to the disenfranchised nobles, Arthur Di Lowenthal and Constance Lowenthal, Frederick lived his childhood in a family attempting to hold onto a standard of life long lost to them. Their family line were staunch supporters of Emperor Charles and believed the aristocracy to be the natural way of the world, and hated the current regime for never returning their status. Frederick grew up believing that they could achieve happiness if they just embraced the common life they were now left to, though he never dared say so to his parents, lest they discipline him. He was taught from a young age to defend himself and quickly showed proficiency with guns, a skill he had to practice in secret due to the pacifistic ways of the current world.
His family lived in a rural area in a somewhat rundown mansion. The main living areas were kept as though brand new but the upper floors and basement had fallen into a state of disrepair long before Frederick was born, due to his family's declining wealth. Frederick tried to befriend the children of the nearby village many times, but every time his parents found out they would chastise him and forbid him from seeing his new friends, stating that no child of theirs would play with the lower classes.
When the aristocracy was reinstated Frederick joined the military at the urging of his parents. Using his newly found noble bloodline, along with his innate and impressive skill with firearms to quickly rise in the ranks.
It wasn't long until the reoccupation of Japan became realized and Frederick was quickly thrown into full combat. Being of noble blood, Frederick piloted a Knightmare frame in the name of his emperor and country.
During a battle near the Fuji crater, Frederick's knightmare's arms were disabled. Unable to continue the fight Frederick positioned his knightmare inside the crater so as to look as though it had been disabled, then hid himself nearby, but safely out of sight. When and enemy scout frame swept by to confirm the downed mech, Frederick remotely triggered the mine he had placed inside his downed knightmare's cockpit causing the frame to violently explode. The scout knightmare was knocked and temporarily disabled by the damage. When the pilot of the enemy frame crawled out of the cockpit, Frederick killed him with a single shot to the head from his sidearm. Repairing enough of the damage to the mech to get it moving, he took the enemy unit and proceeded to return to the enemy base. Radioing that his unit was damaged and required repairs due to a failed Brittanian ambush, the guards at the base let him pass.
The leader of the Brittanian assault on Fuji, knowing nothing of the daring plan from one of his lower nobles, had assumed Frederick killed in action. He was very much surprised when the opposing force suddenly ceased fire, laying down their arms and surrendering. Upon being escorted to the Japanese base the commander was greeted by Frederick sitting calmly at the command tent of the Japanese forces conversing quietly with the Japanese commander about favored types of women, the entire time Frederick holding a small switch in his hand. Taped to the Japanese commander's chest was what the switch controlled: a claymore mine.
The events at Fuji did not take long to reach the Emperor's ears. After a brief meeting Emperor Alastair saw that Frederick's impressive skill was not governed by his desire for power or his need for titles and ranks, but out of duty to Brittania. (I'm willing to RP this out if needed.) Emperor Alastair assigns him the position of the Knight of One, using him as a key pawn in his bid to keep Brittania stable.
» WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOUNAME Light
RP-HISTORY Quite a while. I've written a number of short stories and fan fictions and have just recently been RPing at Jindai with Zane. If a reference for my writing skill is needed, just ask him, I'm sure he's more than happy to vouch for my skill.
SAMPLE My personal favorite RP moment of recent memory would be a fight that Zane and I actually choreographed in advance. I'll point out the parts that Zane wrote to avoid confusion.
ZANE- (Graham's expression softened a bit and he allowed a small grin to cross his lips at the other man's words. He began to offer his hand forward for a handshake when his vision was suddenly invaded by an orange sphere too close to his face for comfort. With a sudden twitch reflex, he lashed out at the attacker, slamming the backside of his closed fist into its metal casing. It let out a cry as it slammed into the wall across the bar and broke bottles of varying kinds of alcohol. It wasn't until it had stopped rolling on the floor and finally succeeded at righting itself that Graham realized it was Lockon's Haro.
He had a hard time feeling sorry for it, it is a machine, after all, and just glared at it. The bar had gone dead silent except for the sound of liquid dripping to the ground and the occasional crack of glass as it settled. He looked at Lockon, waiting for the man's reaction.")
ME- (When Graham turned around he stared down the barrel of Lockon's loaded and cocked sidearm. Lockon's face has noticeably hardened from the previously warm and friendly visage that had greeted Aker before. There wasn't much that got to him, but after losing his sister and parents, the one thing that did get him was abusing a comrade. He didn't even try to hide the emotion on his face.
"That was uncalled for," he said very clearly. "You OK?" he asked Haro without looking away from the blond offender in front of him.
"No damage." Haro reported in a tone a bit less happy than it's usual upbeat chanting.
"I think you owe someone an apology.")
ZANE- (Graham's eyes widened slightly at the gun in his face, but he retained his composure. Without replying to Lockon, he grabbed the man's gun arm by the wrist and twisted it down and away from himself and the crowd in the bar. He followed up immediately with a powerful right hook which was deflected. Without thinking, Graham brought his head back and snapped it forward, aiming for Lockon's nose. The contact came sooner that expected.
Both men staggered back several steps and Graham had the time to draw and ready his own pistol. The two stood several feet apart, both aiming their guns with murder in their eyes.)
ME- (Suddenly, Lockon felt a hand grip firmly around his wrist, a standard disarming maneuver taught by many of his CQC instructors in the past. Knowing what was coming he gripped the gun tight as his arm was twisted down with enough force that someone not expecting the move would drop their gun almost immediately. Lockon would not let that happen. Being twisted down his view was suddenly thrown to his left where he saw Graham's right fist coming in in a wide hook. Lockon brought up his left hand and locked it in place, firmly blocking the blow and using the force to right himself straight up again. He turned, and on pure instinct brought his head back and slammed it forward as hard as he could, aiming for Aker's nose. The impact suddenly came much sooner and felt much harder than he anticipated, though the shock had apparently surprised his assailant too, as he was suddenly free from the disarming grip. Catching himself but still slightly leaned back he aimed his gun at Graham's face just in time to realize that he too was now staring down a loaded gun.
Lockon didn't have a lot of time to think about it, and so he didn't. He let his weight fall flat onto the floor. While he fell he raised his left foot kicking at Graham's gun with all the force his leg could muster and with the inertia generated from the fall fueling it forward.)
ZANE- (Graham recoiled just in time to avoid the kick connecting with his wrist. Lockon's foot slammed into his hand and sent his gun spiraling through the air. Graham was relieved that it hadn't gone off, but didn't have time for such luxuries as feelings at the moment. Without a second's hesitation, he lunged forward, pinning Stratos to the ground and grabbing him viciously by his shirt.
He slammed Lockon's head to the floor and began punching. He vaguely realized that they were being yelled at by the bartender and the other patrons, but wouldn't have been able to find it in himself to care even if he tried. He had been threatened and was not the sort of person that would take that kind of treatment from anyone.)
ME- (Seeing the gun sent flying had been a cause for enjoyment in Lockon's mind. The current situation was not. He reeled from the impact of his head slamming into the floor, but luckily his opponent had been kind enough to smack some sense back into him with some "friendly" punches to the face. He felt blood beginning to trickle from what he could only assume was a broken nose. He wasn't in the mood for analytical maneuvers now. Graham sat on his chest pummeling his face with repeated blows without any signs of letting up until Lockon ceased resisting, one way or another. Lockon had started this, he wasn't going to stop. He pulled his gun up and fired it at Graham. He could only aim so much with the combination of a growing concussion and continuing blows so he tried for something non-vital. He knew not to miss as Graham wasn't the kind to let someone who shot at him get away, so Lockon fired right into the muscle of Graham's upper arm. The rubber bullet connected with resounding force.)
ZANE- (The gun's return had been a rather unwelcome surprise. Even less welcome was the shot that came from it. Graham felt the round tear through his muscle and cried out in pain and outrage as he rolled off Lockon, holding the injury tightly. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of anything like the punishment that he had just given, he rolled again and clambered to his feet, gripping his wounded shoulder and gasping. His eyes never left Lockon as the man staggered to his feet with blood dribbling from his nose. He took his hand away from his arm long enough to check the amount of blood. There wasn't much for a gun shot, which was pleasing. Even still, the arm would be sore as hell for a while. Ignoring the pain, Graham raised his fists in preparation for another round.)
ME- (Lockon rose to his feet. He was unsteady at first, but the brief respite from the pummeling had been enough to get his senses back. He looked at Graham just in time to see him raise his fists, ready for more. Lockon wasn't expecting a single gunshot, especially one with a rubber bullet, close range or not, to stop Graham. He levelled his gun at Graham again. A single shot to the head from this range would probably break skin and do a lot more damage. He had recovered enough of his sanity to not want to kill Graham, but by the powers that were, he wanted him to hurt as badly as physically possible. He glanced around and saw that the other personnel inside the bar had come back to their sense from the initial shock of gunfire in the bar and were now coming up with obvious intention. They were going to break up the fight.
Most of the people were still a good distance as the gunfire had caused anyone nearby to back away for their own safety, which gave Lockon just enough room to work. He fired at the empty corner of the far wall behind Graham, and then suddenly ran forward. ((OOC: Moderate godmodding is Bonta-Approved)) As Lockon expected, Graham wasn't even phased by the gunshot and took a step forward to get into range to swing at him. Before he got the chance the rubber round had rebounded out of the corner and straight into Aker's back. In the resulting stagger Lockon swung the butt of his gun square into Graham's left temple.)
ZANE- (Graham ignored the gunshot completely and stepped forward, ready to put his full strength into his punch. It was on its way to connect with Lockon's head when he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his shoulder blades. The son of a bitch shot me in the back! he thought as he felt his weight lurch forward and his balance fail. The pain was so great that he couldn't react quick enough to block the pistol whip before it connected with his temple.
Graham's vision flashed white at the impact and he reeled sideways, regaining himself just in time to latch onto a table for support. He looked at Lockon in wonder, heaving breaths in and out in ragged gasps. He was about to heft himself back to a standing position when everything started sliding down. He was vaguely aware of a loud crash as his weight turned the table on its side and a dull thud as he hit the floor as his vision went black.)
ME- (Lockon stumbled forward and spun 180 degrees as he passed Graham's reeling body. He managed to catch himself just in time to see Aker grab the table for support. He's not down yet... Lockon thought to himself. His thoughts and vision began to blur as every hit that Graham had scored on him during the pummeling earlier began to take their final effect. His concussion finally grew to be too much and Lockon fell over onto the floor and blacked out. He never felt the impact of the floor on his face and chest.
"Lockon..." Haro said in an electric and forlorn tone as it rolled its way around the bar and up to Lockon's unconscious form.)
NOTES Sorry for the RP example being so long and action packed, I can do long talking threads as well, I just particularly enjoy this excerpt. I also thought it was a good example of outside the box thinking.