Valerian de la Koori

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REACH ACROSS THE BARRIERS OF TIME



". . . I did not realize wit was a prerequiste to the throne. Let us assume I qualify. . . . And stop laughing, Ellington."

I SING THIS LULLABY FOR YOU

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An army of over 10,000, political power, and the ability to tax the hell out of you? Well, Valerian is very much an old-school kind of man, and appreciates style and grace. (By his own definitions.) Because of this, he has a fondness for swords, but a gun isn't unknown to him. Magic is also somewhat up his alley, more so than the other two. He can manage all three with a surprising amount of skill, but prefers to avoid fighting in favor of diplomacy.

. . . easier to slip away from, you know?

• L'arc de la Koori: a longsword decorated with the insignia of Koori on the hilt.
  
  
• I DON'T THINK HE NAMES HIS GUN, but, uh. You know, appropriate amount of firepower, mainly for show rather than actual use . . . somewhat heavy, despite his apparently regal look.

Powers:

• Lightning Blade
  
• Lightning shot - a variation of the spell lightning. Affixed to a gun.
  
• Hell Pyre
  
• Hell shot - a variation of Hell pyre that can be applied to a gun.
  
• Victory Light Spear
  
• Healing Stream
  
• Final Cross - light based spell; requires the use of his longsword. Carves into the ground, causing light to explode upwards and fling the enemy up. Finished with a pillar of light dropping into the target, impaling it or bombarding it into the ground.
  
• First Cross - the opposite representation of the above. Slightly stronger, because it creates of a ball of high density 'darkness' and implodes to finish.
  
• Ice Tornado
  
• Grave

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Personality:

[/s] kind of probably respected monarch of Koori. He has a regal air, a generally distant personality, and appears apathetic beyond his role as de facto leader prior to formal inauguration. For the most part, he lives purely within himself beyond parades and addresses to the public. He has radical ideas in comparison to his counterparts. To begin, he's militaristic, intrigued by social reform, and is decidedly unsatisfied with the small borders he has been forced into due to his father's poor military history. What does this make for? An ambitious young man with a charismatic poker face and a flattering remark to hide poisonous motives. Combine that with his understanding of politics, a strong 'invisible' backing, and intelligence . . . well, you've caught on, I'm sure. He's aiming to conquer that horizon, like all men secretly want to do.

As a result, he's rather an introverted, composed, and somewhat odd thing when not smiling as the reigning king of Koori. His personal life is alien to most civilians because the rich are still so divided from the poor, although he is well-known for his interest in helping the needy. (Define 'helping' loosely. Valerian is a monarch, after all.) When left to himself, he has an almost lazy good-nature and a quiet, kind personality. His speech is decidedly curt and polite, although he grants audiences to a rare few. Unfortunately, he has very little understanding of people outside the upper class, and has the habit of ordering them around casually. You could call him self-absorbed. And, yes, that's being kind.

Regardless, his standards of conduct are high, as well as his expectations for himself. Valerian listens to different opinions because they can clear the path to his own goals, and is open to others. It's rare for him to be emotional, let alone ignore the opinions of his superiors. Calm and accepting is the norm for him, which hides his strong will and sense of justice. (Don't think this means he doesn't rage behind closed doors, sneer, and quip sarcastically. He does, but he does it with restraint. That makes it better. Or something.)[/ul]

History:

Valerian was born third in line to inherit the throne, directly after his eldest brother. Being a prince, he lived under a rock titled 'MYSELF AND I' he was generally sheltered and had most of his needs provided for from a tender age. He was raised with manners, etiquette, and self-image in mind, but was not necessarily intended to become king of Koori. Simply . . . 'favored', due to his brother's illness. This strained his relationship with his younger brother, who was resentful of the fact that he was never considered for the throne himself.

Valerian, however, never respected his father's reign despite being the proverbial 'favorite son' and always wanted to expand his Kingdom. He worked to better the economy, gaining a reputation as interested in the people, and studied in a military academy from ten years of age until twenty. By then, his Kingdom was already at war with its neighboring countries, and had been in this limbo of on-and-off warfare for well over seven years. His father was killed in action, and a peace treaty was signed between the two nations (although many doubt its legitimacy, and want to see the terms changed in respect of their former monarch).

With his brother unfit to see to the throne, Valerian used his influence to convince the people that he was better suited to rule Koori. This fractured the relationship with his younger brother further, and would lead to their eventual fallout in the same year. (As well as a split in the government regarding who is the rightful heir to the throne.) Currently, he has been 'recognized' as king for two years, and is profoundly popular with the people. Nonetheless, his eyes are on the borders, which feel far too small for his tastes and also much too frozen. . .

Likes:

• Good food and wine.
  
• ruling the western world ER CREATIVE IDEAS OF GOVERNMENT. AND STUFF.
  
• Short people of all kinds.
  
• His own company.
  
• When others follow orders.
  
• To be beaaaaaautiful clean and primp.
  
• Reading/study of most kinds.
  
• Joking around. (In particular, by pretending to not be as important as he is.)
  
• Lying.
  

Dislikes:

• Being caught lying. Well. At least he admits it.
  
• Unpredictable situations.
  
• Yelling and unneeded stress.
  
• Military procedure.
  
• Playing chess.
  
• Being bored.
  
• People who talk too much.
  
• Details he isn't interested in.
  
• People who are too morally strict or rigid.
  

Fears:

• Death.
  
• Being murdered by his brother or uncle or some distant relation. (That's never good.)
  
• Marriage.
  
• Cacophobia. Or: the fear of ugliness. (Take it as you . . . er, want to . . .)
  

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Sample RP:

Generally speaking, he wasn't entirely sure that he managed to play his act off successfully; or, well, he stopped to wonder--however briefly--if he hadn't. At least, he got the sneaking suspicious he might have dampened Arisu's interests quicker than he wanted. Ginjiro liked the intrigue of any kind of company, but he lived in the present, where things were all glamor and adreniline. There were a lot of women he could talk to for fifteen minutes and piss off, and just as many he could walk home if he wanted to. That was how the surface operated, and he supposed he felt the surface was the best thing about other people. (Once you got beyond that, complications. Beauty was one thing, and that he had a weakness for--but there was a reason why people said it never lasted very long. He understood that very well.)

Yet, sad as it was to fail to deliver to an audience, clouds were rolling over the hills and swollen with rain. Grinning at Kei as he readjusted his tophat, he paused and realized she'd asked about his act. That could have been a long list--entertaining kids with animals balloons and roses from thin air, juggling but, because grace was overrated, not being any good at it, and letting Kezu throw caution to the wind and imitate anything and everything. (Which was, without a doubt, a definite screw you to caution. The little Mime Jr. once made it his duty to follow a Pichu into the Pokecenter, and have you ever tried to find a Pichu when it doesn't want you to.) Too easygoing to worry about what they thought of it, Ginji offered the simplest explination he could, "Uh, I work with Psychic types. I play the part of a one-part fantastic, one-part weird, and one-part lying Magician--er, with some other things thrown in." He smiled brilliantly before turning his attention to Kei, watching as he disappeared behind his legs again. The creature was old, too small to get much beyond the knee, and took to hiding from anyone he didn't know--but he was definitely, well, cute, and Ginji was the proverbial victim of cute when left to himself.

"Yep, yep! A Spoink through and through, and thanks a lot. Being the gentleman he is, Kei is flattered," he stopped curiously, a bit surprised by the notion of showing his Pokemon off--some of the older ones weren't good with people, and well, he didn't always use them for the proper reasons, "See them? Er . . . I can't stop you, so why not, right?" Rustling through his bag, he decided that he would keep to the beaten path, and would leave XXXXXX to babysit Kezu and Kei. As much taste as his tophat had now, they were lovely as they were now, and it fell to him to make sure nobody ended up hypnotized and in the dirt. (Well, you know. That would probably look supsicious. Probably.)

"Uh, just a few though. We'll let me handle the burns, right?" Listening to Arisu's friend as she bounced on her heels--brimming with energy, and pretty interesting and fun in his opinion. He didn't quite expect the stream of chatter since he'd thought she had an elegant charm, in a way, but wasn't disappointed in the least. Ginjiro could adapt to anything if you, ahem, convined him--naturally, most women didn't have to try, and particularly not when they had that kind of look. "Naomi, eh! Great to meet you."

Winking, he answered her question with an easy-going, "Nah, Kei's her escort. I'm just here for the ride; competin' with him, hey! Not a battle I'm goin' to win."

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