Post by Cai Dorough on Dec 6, 2014 14:48:26 GMT -5
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Name: The Rose Legion
Age: 575 years old
Species: Various. The organization is comprised of members of myriad species from many different planets and systems.
Planet of Origin: Unknown.
Time of Origin: established Earth date 1439
Occupation: Spies, Espionage experts, information brokers
Physical Description: Members of the Legion come from all over the universe. Some verified species include human, clones, silurian, catkind, multiform. Once invited to the Legion, members sent for infiltration purposes appear as they would in every day life. Official business of the Legion is conducted in a set attire, a finely made suit with a red mask. For seven members, and only ever seven members, a Blood Metal dagger is granted as a symbol of status.
Face Claim: True identities of Rose Hand agents are unknown.
Personality: The personalities of Rose Hand agents are as many variations as there are agents. However, each agent retains a true, founded loyalty to the Legion and the Rose Gentleman.
History: It would not be inaccurate to say that the Legion’s history is that of the Rose Gentleman. A common saying among Rose Hand’s goes “We are the Hand for that which feeds,” implying some sort of gift from the Rose Gentleman for which they each strive to earn.
The Legion was established around Earth year 1439 under the guidance of the Rose Gentleman. No one outside of the Legion knows if there is a secret purpose for the Legion or what its goals, if any, may be. For centuries, the Legion existed to do the Rose Gentleman’s bidding of gathering information and trading them where enough gain was to be made. Over time, the Legion has built up an incredible reputation among certain circles that know of their existence.
After their founding, the Legion could only be traced to one or two instances ever few years. Whether due to lack of numbers or purposeful intent is unclear. As the centuries past and the Legion built more of a name for itself, the rich and powerful began to seek them out to conduct business. Many attempted to use the Legion to work their way to the Rose Gentleman, but none have ever succeeded in meeting him that were not chosen by the Rose Gentleman himself to do so. While there have been many deaths linked to the Legion over the years, none have ever been verified as victims killed directly by a Hand. Still, it would not be too far fetched to assume that an organization as far spread and skilled as the Legion would have members specialized in wet work along with intelligence gathering. Sometimes information brokering involves making sure certain information does not get out. However, the official business of the Rose Legion has always been the dealing of knowledge.
The Rose Legion works as though many arms of a singular organism. No one outweighs the whole, and all work for the progress of both. When one grows, the whole grows, and in turn provides more strength and knowledge to the one to access.
Over the centuries, certain members began to stand out from the rest and, as the numbers grew within the Legion, it became necessary to provide support within the ranks. As such, the Rose Gentleman awarded certain members with a gift. A dagger, wrought of rare Blood Metal. Seven were presented. Always seven members, no more or less, and while no actual word was ever given from the Rose Gentleman to indicate seniority, the mere act of receiving the dagger presents a show of favor from the Rose Gentleman himself. Following loyalty to the Legion, it is a symbol of skill that Rose Hands recognize and look up to, and as such the holders of these daggers have come to be known as Thorns.
Additional Medical Information: not available
Writing Submission: Terra adjusted the tie of his suit, black gloves fit comfortably over his hands. The palm of the right glove was stitched with a rose, a matching emblem to the one tattooed across his wrist. So much had happened in the four short months since he had joined the Legion, so much he was still attempting to wrap his mind around. Things were so much… larger, than he had ever imagined. So much more in depth. The dagger he had been given, the Iuramentum, was securely strapped to his side beneath his jacket, a sheath and harness around his shoulders holding it in place. A red mask covered his face, form fit to his face so that it fit perfectly on the interior but presented a blank, featureless face on the exterior.
Terra had been selected by the Rose Gentleman himself when he had been offered the dagger, placing him among a select group of the Legion known as the Thorns. As such, he was allowed to broker on the Rose Gentleman’s behalf. Being a thorn placed him in somewhat of a leadership position among the Legion, one that he was still getting used to. His friend, Recter, had spent the past few months instructing him and teaching him about the history, the true history, of the Legion. Everything he had known had barely scratched the surface of what there truly was to know. Empire established and toppled at the hands of the Legion by simple letters placed where the right person could find them.
The potential client that he was sent to meet claimed to have information on one of the Legion’s outstanding interests, The Doctor. Terra had never met the man, himself, but he had heard some astounding things about him. Which was saying something, given the astounding things he now knew about the Legion. Information regarding the Doctor was worth more than diamonds. If the man was to be believed, and he had something valuable worth knowing, then the Legion was undoubtedly interested.
Norman Westrum was a thin, reed of a man who stood a full head over Terra, but the Thorn was far from impressed. Westrum had thinning hair and wire-rim glasses, a financial guru among certain markets that dealt in matters and goods that many would consider… distasteful. Human and drug trafficking, insider trading, the works. However, Terra was not there to criticize. Sure, the guy was dirt, but the information that might be obtained from him was worth a lot to the Legion. Ultimately, the Legion was above all else.
“About time you showed up,” chirped the businessman, wringing his hands nervously as he looked around to make sure no one could see them.
“You were early, Mr. Westrum. Perhaps leaving your mistress before she awoke forced you to move too quickly. You know how your wife dislikes your impatient behavior.”
Pale lips worked wordlessly at that, eyes blinking several times. “How did you- No, never mind. So where is he?”
Terra frowned behind his mask, but kept still. “Where is who, Mr. Westrum? Are you waiting on someone else to join us?”
“No no, not me, you! Where is he? The Gentleman? I have information on the Doctor! Where is the Gentleman?”
“The Gentleman does not like to deal with such matters personally, Mr. Westrum, but I assure you that I am fully capable of brokering deals on his behalf. The Rose Legion is very interested in this information you claim to have. What is it that you want in return?”
“No no, I want to meet with the Rose Gentleman! He should be here himself to get this. Its information on the Doctor!”
Terra sighed. Another bust, it would seem. Whomever this man was being coerced by was trying to get to the Rose Gentleman by offering a deal too fine to turn down. If the information even existed at all. “Mr. Westrum, the Rose Gentleman does not meet with clients in person. That being said, I have deemed your terms unacceptable. Consensu denegata, bonum diem.” The agreement is denied, good day. It was a customary refusal of an offer, whenever the information was deemed not valuable enough to obtain. Terra turned to leave.
“No no! You have to get him to trade with me!” Westrum grabbed Terra by the shoulder to turn him back around.
The dagger left the sheathe and slashed across the man’s wrist, forcing him to release his grasp. Terra delivered two precise blows to the solar plexus and sternum that made the man double over, gasping for breath. The next second, Westrum was forced into a tree nearby, pressed against the trunk with his left arm wrenched behind his back. “The Legion refuses your contract, Mr. Westrum. Do not attempt to contact us again.” Terra released the man’s arm and stepped back, straightening his jacket and tie again. He left Westrum there, gasping for air still as he fell to the ground.
Next time, I’m sending a Hand.
Meant for short term support roles in threads, not currently for long-term or main characters.
Name: The Rose Legion
Age: 575 years old
Species: Various. The organization is comprised of members of myriad species from many different planets and systems.
Planet of Origin: Unknown.
Time of Origin: established Earth date 1439
Occupation: Spies, Espionage experts, information brokers
Physical Description: Members of the Legion come from all over the universe. Some verified species include human, clones, silurian, catkind, multiform. Once invited to the Legion, members sent for infiltration purposes appear as they would in every day life. Official business of the Legion is conducted in a set attire, a finely made suit with a red mask. For seven members, and only ever seven members, a Blood Metal dagger is granted as a symbol of status.
Face Claim: True identities of Rose Hand agents are unknown.
Personality: The personalities of Rose Hand agents are as many variations as there are agents. However, each agent retains a true, founded loyalty to the Legion and the Rose Gentleman.
History: It would not be inaccurate to say that the Legion’s history is that of the Rose Gentleman. A common saying among Rose Hand’s goes “We are the Hand for that which feeds,” implying some sort of gift from the Rose Gentleman for which they each strive to earn.
The Legion was established around Earth year 1439 under the guidance of the Rose Gentleman. No one outside of the Legion knows if there is a secret purpose for the Legion or what its goals, if any, may be. For centuries, the Legion existed to do the Rose Gentleman’s bidding of gathering information and trading them where enough gain was to be made. Over time, the Legion has built up an incredible reputation among certain circles that know of their existence.
After their founding, the Legion could only be traced to one or two instances ever few years. Whether due to lack of numbers or purposeful intent is unclear. As the centuries past and the Legion built more of a name for itself, the rich and powerful began to seek them out to conduct business. Many attempted to use the Legion to work their way to the Rose Gentleman, but none have ever succeeded in meeting him that were not chosen by the Rose Gentleman himself to do so. While there have been many deaths linked to the Legion over the years, none have ever been verified as victims killed directly by a Hand. Still, it would not be too far fetched to assume that an organization as far spread and skilled as the Legion would have members specialized in wet work along with intelligence gathering. Sometimes information brokering involves making sure certain information does not get out. However, the official business of the Rose Legion has always been the dealing of knowledge.
The Rose Legion works as though many arms of a singular organism. No one outweighs the whole, and all work for the progress of both. When one grows, the whole grows, and in turn provides more strength and knowledge to the one to access.
Over the centuries, certain members began to stand out from the rest and, as the numbers grew within the Legion, it became necessary to provide support within the ranks. As such, the Rose Gentleman awarded certain members with a gift. A dagger, wrought of rare Blood Metal. Seven were presented. Always seven members, no more or less, and while no actual word was ever given from the Rose Gentleman to indicate seniority, the mere act of receiving the dagger presents a show of favor from the Rose Gentleman himself. Following loyalty to the Legion, it is a symbol of skill that Rose Hands recognize and look up to, and as such the holders of these daggers have come to be known as Thorns.
Additional Medical Information: not available
Writing Submission: Terra adjusted the tie of his suit, black gloves fit comfortably over his hands. The palm of the right glove was stitched with a rose, a matching emblem to the one tattooed across his wrist. So much had happened in the four short months since he had joined the Legion, so much he was still attempting to wrap his mind around. Things were so much… larger, than he had ever imagined. So much more in depth. The dagger he had been given, the Iuramentum, was securely strapped to his side beneath his jacket, a sheath and harness around his shoulders holding it in place. A red mask covered his face, form fit to his face so that it fit perfectly on the interior but presented a blank, featureless face on the exterior.
Terra had been selected by the Rose Gentleman himself when he had been offered the dagger, placing him among a select group of the Legion known as the Thorns. As such, he was allowed to broker on the Rose Gentleman’s behalf. Being a thorn placed him in somewhat of a leadership position among the Legion, one that he was still getting used to. His friend, Recter, had spent the past few months instructing him and teaching him about the history, the true history, of the Legion. Everything he had known had barely scratched the surface of what there truly was to know. Empire established and toppled at the hands of the Legion by simple letters placed where the right person could find them.
The potential client that he was sent to meet claimed to have information on one of the Legion’s outstanding interests, The Doctor. Terra had never met the man, himself, but he had heard some astounding things about him. Which was saying something, given the astounding things he now knew about the Legion. Information regarding the Doctor was worth more than diamonds. If the man was to be believed, and he had something valuable worth knowing, then the Legion was undoubtedly interested.
Norman Westrum was a thin, reed of a man who stood a full head over Terra, but the Thorn was far from impressed. Westrum had thinning hair and wire-rim glasses, a financial guru among certain markets that dealt in matters and goods that many would consider… distasteful. Human and drug trafficking, insider trading, the works. However, Terra was not there to criticize. Sure, the guy was dirt, but the information that might be obtained from him was worth a lot to the Legion. Ultimately, the Legion was above all else.
“About time you showed up,” chirped the businessman, wringing his hands nervously as he looked around to make sure no one could see them.
“You were early, Mr. Westrum. Perhaps leaving your mistress before she awoke forced you to move too quickly. You know how your wife dislikes your impatient behavior.”
Pale lips worked wordlessly at that, eyes blinking several times. “How did you- No, never mind. So where is he?”
Terra frowned behind his mask, but kept still. “Where is who, Mr. Westrum? Are you waiting on someone else to join us?”
“No no, not me, you! Where is he? The Gentleman? I have information on the Doctor! Where is the Gentleman?”
“The Gentleman does not like to deal with such matters personally, Mr. Westrum, but I assure you that I am fully capable of brokering deals on his behalf. The Rose Legion is very interested in this information you claim to have. What is it that you want in return?”
“No no, I want to meet with the Rose Gentleman! He should be here himself to get this. Its information on the Doctor!”
Terra sighed. Another bust, it would seem. Whomever this man was being coerced by was trying to get to the Rose Gentleman by offering a deal too fine to turn down. If the information even existed at all. “Mr. Westrum, the Rose Gentleman does not meet with clients in person. That being said, I have deemed your terms unacceptable. Consensu denegata, bonum diem.” The agreement is denied, good day. It was a customary refusal of an offer, whenever the information was deemed not valuable enough to obtain. Terra turned to leave.
“No no! You have to get him to trade with me!” Westrum grabbed Terra by the shoulder to turn him back around.
The dagger left the sheathe and slashed across the man’s wrist, forcing him to release his grasp. Terra delivered two precise blows to the solar plexus and sternum that made the man double over, gasping for breath. The next second, Westrum was forced into a tree nearby, pressed against the trunk with his left arm wrenched behind his back. “The Legion refuses your contract, Mr. Westrum. Do not attempt to contact us again.” Terra released the man’s arm and stepped back, straightening his jacket and tie again. He left Westrum there, gasping for air still as he fell to the ground.
Next time, I’m sending a Hand.
Meant for short term support roles in threads, not currently for long-term or main characters.
