Post by MARQUIS JUELZ ESPERANZA on Mar 2, 2011 21:25:56 GMT -6
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MARQUISJULEZESPERANZA
“This is my kingdom, and I will see it destroyed before I surrender it.”
"NEVER AGAIN WILL I BE DISHONORED AND NEVER AGAIN WILL I BE REMINDED OF LIVING WITHIN THE WORLD OF THE JADED."
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His birth name, Marquis Juelz Esperanza suggests he has Italian ancestry somewhere in his line. Nicknamed the Half-Blood Prince by his close friends while his title Prince of France is often used by everyone else. His twenty-seven, obviously male considering his of royalty and is heterosexual. He was born in Paris, France and is currently allied with the Templar. For attire Marquis wears a variety of things, though primarily their all made of the finest linens, and adored with the rarest of jewels. The Fleur-de-lis litter his battle armor which is dark blue in collar sporting a cape as well (think of cesare borgia’s outfit only blue and with the fleur on the breastplate)
Personality
Marquis has always been a multitalented individual, he was incredibly intelligent due to his studious behavior developed during his many years of isolation in the library. Unlike his comrades Marquis isn’t in anyway a thug, he still holds to his sense of honor and chivalry even in the darkest of situations. That being said, the anger and hatred he has for his father runs deeper then any moral code can. As such, when driven there isn’t much the man wouldn’t do if it shall suit his needs. His both strategic and analytical; two traits he developed from studying famous generals such as Alexander and Julius. He isn’t a very religious man though he often ‘humor’s his Templar brethren when times demand that he does. Even as a boy, Marquis hated having people do things for him. Much preferring to do the job himself the right way the first time rather then waste more time having someone else do it, things haven’t changed, in fact. He often helps carry out operations against his family and the Assassins in person, despite his advisors suggesting him not too. This was his kingdom, it was his birthright. His siblings were was twisted as his father, they didn’t deserve it. He hardly considered them worth sparing, still they never caused ill to him as such Marquis wouldn’t harm them if the simply stayed out of his way. As Marquis sees it, France was already his it was only a matter of time these Assassins will soon be no more and France will once again be free. But until them, long live the French Revolution!
History
Despite being one of the youngest among the royal family, Marquis isn’t in any shape, form, or manner any less deadly then his counterparts. However, unknown to both his siblings and the general populace Marquis isn’t related to the current reining Queen, at least, not in blood. No, his true mother wasn’t of royalty but that doesn’t mean she was any less noble. To put it simply his mother was a prostitute, correction courtesan is the word they prefer to be called by. Nevertheless, his mother was just that. She sold her body in order to help supply her family with a suitable income. It was by chance that a rather well dressed man stepped inside the brothel one night. His mother preformed the ‘usual’ for him and as a result became impregnated by him. Little did she know, the man whose child she was now carrying was the King of France.
She didn’t know this until after the man left, but not before accidentally leaving a trinket. One that has been passed throughout his family for generations, it was a rather unique item and she could easily tell that someone of the ‘lower’ caste wouldn’t have possessed this item. Just when she was going to simply pocket the locket and sell it at a local blacksmith she turned the golden item over and read the name on the back. The Kings name was on it! Then that meant, she quickly came to the realization. She just, slept with the King of France! She knew what she had to do, Marquis mother didn’t want this life for him. A life surrounded by cheap women, thieves, and cutthroats wasn’t the life befitting that of a Prince! She put on her best, the clothing she wore to church and journeyed to the palace. At first her entrance was barred having arrived after audiences were accepted after bearing the royal seal of France she was quickly ushered inside, the guards demanding how she got a hold of the item.
Before her sat the king who looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. She flashed him the seal and they both shared a nonverbal agreement. The King demanded that everyone leave the room except for him and his…’guest’, once they were alone he asked what it would take to keep her silence. She patted her stomach, and mentioned how she was pregnant. Her only request was to take care of her child, the one he unknowingly spawned during that night of bliss. He reluctantly agreed and allowed her to stay at the palace for a time under the guise of a maid. Shortly after Marquis birth his mother died, from something she lightly contracted from one of her many ‘clients’ throughout the years. She died with a smile on her face, knowing that her son would be taken care of.
Marquis Childhood was largely spent in alone, he never felt…’attached’ one would say to his family. He could never truly connect with his siblings, while his mother and father always seemed to treat him with indifference. It was because of this did Marquis find comfort within the series of literature the palace’s library held. Here he developed a ‘hunger’ of sorts for knowledge. He simply had to know everything; Marquis hated ignorance and as such went out of his way to rid himself of it. It was this ‘nosiness’ did he discover his true origins, his mother and what she had done in order to ensure he didn’t have the upbringing she had.
He felt betrayed by his parents by them never telling him. Marquis quickly formed resentment towards his ‘family’ whom he rarely associated himself with nowadays. Still, it wasn’t as though he could do anything. If Marquis confronted his father he might be imprisoned or even killed depending on his mood. No, he would have to be tactful if he wanted his revenge. Anger fuelled by ignorance ironically, he believed his father to be the cause of his mother’s untimely death.
Originally his plan was to poison the king slowly when another opportunity presented itself. It was during his trip to Paris. Unable to be in the same company of his ‘family’ Marquis bought an estate on the outskirts of the city. On route to his new home, his entourage was attacked. Men and woman wearing stark white cloaks brandishing weapons filled the area massacring his guards left and right. It was here with a strange blade pressed to his throat did the odds turn. More men, this time armored seemingly appeared from nowhere as well, the two forces fought while Marquis was ushered away to safety by one of the armored men.
Once the battle was over the victors introduced themselves to be the Knight’s Templar. He recognized the name, but was more interested in the party that attacked him. The men said that they were members of the Assassin’s Order sent by his father to assassinate him. Marquis, falling for the lie was enraged, action had to be taken against his father! The Templar’s offered their assistance in the upcoming battles. In exchange for the destruction of the Order along with Marquis assisting the Templar in finding a certain relic supposedly ‘holy’ and in need of addition to their ‘collection’ they would act as the main fighting force in the upcoming revolution. Marquis agreed, and once making his way to his estate which was now templar occupied, his previous guards being replaced with far more…’capable’ and ‘trustworthy’ ones shall Marquis start his ‘Grand Crusade’."THEY KILL INSPIRATION. IT'S MY OBLIGATION TO NEVER AGAIN, ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN. WHERE DO I BEGIN?"
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You can call me Mar, I’ve been role-playing for who knows how long. I never keep track. I found this site after being suggested it by an admin.
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