Chénier Family/Jean-Olivier
| Jean-Olivier Chénier | |
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| Status: | Dead |
| Continent: | Beluaterra |
| Realm: | Republic of Fwuvoghor |
| Titles Held: | King and Arch Priest of Republic of Fwuvoghor |
| Class: | Hero |
| Honor: | 41 |
| Prestige: | 20 |
| Age: | 26 |
| Height: | 5'11" |
| Weight: | 210 lb |
| Eyes: | Blue |
| Hair: | Dark Brown |
The fiercest and oldest of the sons of Alexandre Chénier. He is quick to insult, and quite prideful. After being banished from Fronen, for whom he thought he would die, he has totaly lost his mind and all respect for other living things. Since then, his stay in Outer Tilog molded him character in a grim fashion, and he has earned a reputation for emotional unstability among the nobles of Beluaterra. He is known to be antipathic, strict, cruel, sadistic, as well as a tendency to grow wild ambitions when left unguided by a charismatic leader. Arch Priest of Fwuvoghor, he is feared by some, loathed by many, yet he excercises his role unchalenged. (17 years old)
He carries his prided claymore, now named "Royal Cleaver", which he had had forged in Outer Tilog, such a long time ago, even though he was forced to have it repaired with some local metals over time. His heavy armour can be seen to be made up from various sources, the initial armor he had brought from the grim city has fallen mostly apart, and the pieces lost or damaged have been replaced. Even though he would not like to admit it, the place affected him more than it would seem, and he still caries the mark on his body.
History
Titles
- Knight of Shiverwood
- Knight of Vur Hagin
- Knight of Astin
- Knight of Outer Tilog
- Knight of Villriil
- Arch Priest of Republic of Fwuvoghor
- Earl of Villriil
- Knight of Villriil
- King of Republic of Fwuvoghor
- Arch Priest of Republic of Fwuvoghor
Death
| Roleplay from Jean-Olivier Chénier | |
| Message sent to Everyone | |
| The sky was grey in Wilwau, smoke from Cteduul had finally started floating over Norjke, darkening the sky. The ground was a little dry, facilitating travel.
Jean-Olivier was in a good mood, a very good mood. The halt of the takeover in Zod was of little concern to him, for he knew it wouldn't have worked anyways, he simply wanted to pillage the fortress and entrench his men in it to soften it up for when they would really come. The Monster Swarm was defeated, good riddance. Nothing but trouble, they were. --- The day before, Jean-Olivier had stopped in the temple of Darhauyo. He had received blessings from the priests there, "the lord is pleased of your work, sire, you give us all strength", and he had checked on the progress of the conversion in Villriil and Darhauyo, and was quite pleased at the numbers. "Teros is with us", he proclaimed, after he promised to go spread the faith north by force. --- Wilwau was the leasts of his concern. "A few monsters", he thought, "me and the others will make mince meat out of these abberations". As he marched and had his captain organise his men for battle, he couldn't help but think "Avalon must truly be condemned for annihilation, if such abberations can breed in it as they please". The region had not yet been looted, he was looking forward to a good sum, he needed to recruit more soldiers after all. However, messenger after messenger arrived. "My lord and his soldiers will not make it on time", they each said. "Well, I won't wait for them. Perhaps they'll simply arrive in a later stage of battle. I can crush Avalon, so I can crush these critters!" --- The monsters had started regrouping. "With the lord on my side", he thought, as the odds were turning against him. He unseathed unsheathed Royal Cleaver, his trusted claymore. It was his oldest possession, a miracle that he had managed to keep it so long, he almost treated it as a friend. He owed everything to this blade... it was what made him monarch, after all. --- He threw himself into battle, somewhere in the front. As the beasts arrived, they attempted to group up on them. He could see his captain with another soldier moving behind one to flank it. The ground was rather flat, not much vegetation grew, which made maneuvrability easier. Infront of him he had one of them. Not the biggest, so he lunged at it with a few powerful swings. The creature started screaming as it's arms started bleeding, and Jean-Olivier felt gleeful as he was slaughtering the monster, which he still blamed for all the miseries that plagued the continent. But the glee was shortlived, one of the animals suprised him from the side, an alpha by the looks of it, and sent him flying a few meters back. The strength of the blow had stunned him, and he rose with difficulty, his body agonising. The creature left him no time, it was already pressing the attack. The few soldiers who came in time to help their king were of little help, as they were quickly torn apart. Jean-Olivier raised his arm to strike at the creature, but was knocked off his feet again. This time, however, he was too weak, the armor too heavy. He could not manage to rise. The monster came up to him, raised his leg, and with all his weight, stomped on Jean-Olivier's torso, crushing all his ribs, puncturing his lung and liver, among other organs. | |
| Jean-Olivier Chénier (King of Fwuvoghor) | |
Noteworthy Messages
Messages to Outer Tilog, during the Third Invasion of Beluaterra
| Request from Jean-Olivier Chénier | |
| Message sent to Nobles of Outer Tilog | |
| Sirs and Ladies of Outer Tilog,
Long has it been since I set foot in that city, but it must have been fate which brought me there, as it now seems more important than ever. You have no doubt heard of the situation here on Beluaterra, but I suppose you have not had acces to much information. Creatures from the netherworld, the daimons, have recently managed to fight off the Necromancer's Servants with the Monster Hordes. With the inability of the humans to hold off the daimonic forces on our world, they have managed to use the undeads' precious portal in Mio Dupaki in order to capture The One, ruler of the undead, in order to control the unliving hordes. The One, he is the Necromancer. To us who have lived in Outer Tilog, he is the King. It has been revealed to me that the Lich King is held and being controled by the Daimon High Guard, somewhere in the Netherworld. We have attempted to use the portals on Beluaterra, but with little luck, and inhuman menaces keep us too busy to dedicate any more efforts. That is why I write to you this letter. Outer Tilog, the time of leasure is over! With time, you have let yourselves degenerate into a mockery of a realm. Reform, arm yourselves! You must secure the Arak Castle! There lies our best hope of liberating the King! There lies our best hope to stop this daimonic cancer! Rakaarox. Long have you "prepared" your realm for war. This is no war for pleasure or looting, there is no more time for pretending. Meet with minister Broken and the marshals, you must make an army worthy of the Lich King! Yukiko, I am certain with Pharmakeus' help you can "convince" your serfs to dedicate more of their wealth to the cause then before. If there's one thing Outer Tilog has right, it's how to handle the peasentry. Enough time has been wasted already. This is not a fight for Beluaterra, this is a struggle for humanity! | |
| Jean-Olivier Chénier (Arch Priest of Fwuvoghor) | |
| Report from Jean-Olivier Chénier | |
| Message sent to Nobles of Outer Tilog | |
| Pharmakeus,
After inquiring the Summoner about the means of liberating the Lich King to aid us in our battles, he has taught me that he is he who they have been calling "The One", he who controls the undead hordes. He has now been captured by the deamonic High Guard and is being used for their ends. The undead, at the start, seeked certain items of power in order to protect him. They failed to acquire these. However, I am certain that in the Arak Castle lies more powerful and mysterious items, and one of them atleast should be able to assist us in slaying his captors. There might even be portals which humans can use, or a means of allowing humans to use them. No doubt, however, that the place has not illuded the attention of the daimons... I would not be surprised if monsters or daimons were already posted there, or if they would arrive shortly. They must not be allowed to pillage the site, an army must be gathered to secure it. | |
| Jean-Olivier Chénier (Arch Priest of Fwuvoghor) | |
Blasphemy vs Hemaism
| Roleplay from Jean-Olivier Chénier | |
| Message sent to All Judges and Rulers of Beluaterra | |
| Behold, Beluaterra, your god has arrived and has taken the body of one of yours. A long time have watched the events unfold on this earth from my domain. Since the very beginning weakness and heresy have bred on these lands, causing much suffering and destruction to my loyal followers.
The barrier between the worlds was allowed to be breached by minor beings of power. When their damage has been sufficient, I have interfered. From the mouth of flames I have sent to you one of my minions, who took the name and shape of a character you would recognise. As time passes, I will send more of my minions to impose my will unto this world. For some, I am known as Hemaglobe, who has taken this mortal as my host so that I may occupy this world without overwhelming it's weak fabrics. I am also known by other names, in various forms. I am a diety, here to bring this world under the power of the Primal. | |
| Jean-Olivier Chénier (Arch Priest of Republic of Fwuvoghor, Count of Villriil) | |
Power Struggle in Fwuvoghor
| Stripped of all titles! | |
| Felmoure Enstance, King of Republic of Fwuvoghor has stripped you of all rank and titles, accusing you of being an imposter, a simple commoner falsely claiming noble blood. Here is the reason he gave for his accusations:
I hate to say this, but it seems my suspicions were true. Jean-Olivier is a peasant. His manners have long been a disgrace to our realm, but nobles can behave badly, so we all thought he had a reason. That is until this day, the day he spat in my face yet again, and threatened me, a crippled King, to a duel till the death. Jean-Olivier, you are no noble by the standards of Fwuvoghor. Your titles are hereby revoked, and from what I know of you, I am certain you will hire assassins to do your dirty work for you. | |
| Duel | |
| JeanOlivier Chénier (Noble) meets his challenger Felmoure Enstance, King of Republic of Fwuvoghor for the agreed duel till surrender.
Felmoure has decided to use the 'defensive' strategy while JeanOlivier has choosen the 'trick moves' strategy, giving JeanOlivier the advantage. After a series of blows, Felmoure surrenders to his clearly superior enemy. | |
| Duel | |
| Felmoure Enstance, King and Arch Priest of Republic of Fwuvoghor meets his challenger JeanOlivier Chénier (Knight of Villriil) for the agreed duel till death.
Both participants are using the 'defensive' strategy, so that neither has an advantage. The duel goes as planned, then badly for Felmoure. He suffers several slight wounds, then a final, fatal blow. The healers hurry, but they are too late. | |
| Allegiance Change | |
| Rebellion successful Now a government member of your realm, you are automatically a knight of the Crown. | |
Clash of the Titans
| Letter from Big Fangs | |
| Message sent to Jean-Olivier | |
| Comrades there because of you. We hear of the lies you tell about us, and we make you suffer for them lies. You worthless. Give lies about other to try make other take blame rather than you. We go you region, you own one, and we make suffer. | |
| Big Fangs (Head of the Monster Swarms) | |
| Letter from Martana | |
| Message sent to all Rulers of Beluaterra | |
| Now we've finally agreed on the fact that the Inferi are utter evil and that the monsters seem to be helping where they can, then this guy shows up making quick-rash decisions about things he doesn't know. Sigh...
Look, you don't have to prove yourself to the other rulers or something. Starting off with a career-breaking theory about some flabbergasting alliance between the Inferi and monsters will not show that you're intelligent, renewing or competent. It just shows us that your completely unaware about anything happening on this continent further than your own realms borders and thus completely narrow-minded and a continental hermit. Or else you're just stubborn and arrogant to refute all others where you stand alone in your opinion. We were having quite a good break on this channel from ungrounded theories and impulsive and speculative finger-pointing. It would be nice just to see silence again. | |
| Martana (Queen of Heen) | |
| Letter from Grego | |
| Message sent to Demonte, Jean-Olivier | |
| Traitor JeanOlivier Chenier,
Have you lost your mind?! Your a traitor to the Republic, and by killing Felmoure you have casted the fate of your realm and you know it! Do not dare to ask anything like that anymore, we Fronians still long for your blood... You have almost draged our nation to full destruction, don't show your name on a letter to the Fronen Goverment ever again! Yours, | |
| Grego (Prime Minister of Fronen) | |
| Orders from Arcane | |
| Message sent to all Rulers of Beluaterra | |
| We've said it before: The undead lie whenever they speak. JeanOlivier is living proof. But, unlike the undead, he has no experience with lies. So it is simple - just take the oppositve of whatever he says, and you are close to the truth. Call us when you're done dressing up as a "Lich King". Then we will gladly rip you to piece. Oh, the hell with it. We're marching out right now to shup you up once and for all. | |
| Arcane (God of Vlaanderen) | |
| Request from Bocephus | |
| Message sent to all Rulers of Beluaterra | |
| Marching off to tear that moronic liar JeanOlivier to pieces??? Where can Sint troops meet up to get involved in this? Will other rulers let our troops pass through your lands? A village idiot like JeanOlivier who believes everything the undead have stated is no longer just a village idiot when he is elected as ruler and needs to be put down like a rabid dog. | |
| Bocephus (Pontifex of Sint) | |
| Orders from Arcane | |
| Message sent to all Rulers of Beluaterra | |
| You are, as always, a babbling fool. But you are dangerous to us all, mortals and gods alike, JeanOlivier.
You think Summoner gave you something to defend yourself? Out of the good of his heart, and because he has nothing to lose? You are so stupid, even for a human. Summoner does not make gifts. Undead don't have hearts. But they have lots to lose still. You are a pawn and a tool, and you don't even know it. | |
| Arcane (God of Vlaanderen) | |
Entertainment around Apothes the Worm
| Orders from Arcane | |
| Message sent to all Rulers of Beluaterra | |
| Scarlet, get your minister of finances back under control, he is ridiculing himself with his requests for aid, and he is not even giving us the proper attention we deserve, talking as if to an ambassador or fellow banker.
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| Arcane (God of Vlaanderen) | |
