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- Oct 12, 2021
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- Reaction score
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- Points
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Character Information
Magic: 0
Charisma: 0
Plothooks/Backstory
Leandre Delmotte was born in a world of wealth and privilege, destined to be another Viridian in a long line of Delmottes who would serve the cause of the Empire and their family. His father, Ottillie, was an absent Viridian who spent most of his time away, while his mother was a timid woman who had no other children. Leandre was doted on by his mother in the few instances that she was present. Still, his life was otherwise controlled by strict nannies and reinforcement of his inevitable fate as a part of the rise of the Delmotte Legacy. Perhaps it was this strict enforcement of the idea that his ambitions came secondary, or his complete lack of a male role model, that led him to become an unruly child.
He refused to sit still during his schooling, frequently ran away from home, and tormented his cousins. He would remain calm around his mother, but eventually, the governesses had enough and kicked the problem up the chain of command in House Delmotte. Because his mother was only married into the family, her wishes were disregarded and Leandre was sent to boarding school in Ithania, where the family hoped he would be reformed to behave properly. In boarding school, he did not fare much better, and it was also in his early teenage years, that the priests and teachers at the boarding school diagnosed him with frail health and disposition. His father was left disappointed, as this would exclude him from any Viridian training, not being able to keep up with the training regimen, or even appearing like the idealized image of the Viridian Knight.
His 13th birthday came and passed, losing the only chance to become a Viridian due to his poor health. Unbeknownst to his father however, Leandre had deeply wished for this turn of events, because a career in the military was not one he looked forward to. Instead, he had grown fond of a particular priest called Celate de Dreuxère, who had a particular keen interest in alchemy. Sending letters back and forth with his mother, the priest gained covert approval from Leandre's mother to try out experimental alchemical boons to aid her son's ailing health, which Celate de Dreuxère also used to encourage his interests in alchemy, something he had always seemed fond of. While Leandre continued to study geopolitics, language, and the arts of court in this boarding school, his free time was often spent helping the Celate with his potions and concoctions. In time, the problems in his health were addressed, and serious progress was made when the Chrysant War was over, following the release of a series of doctorate papers on fortitude alchemy that had been looted from the capital Fessa Huallo.
By the time Leandre was done with the boarding school at the age of 18, his health had remarkably improved, his physical fitness had increased, and he was no longer prone to be bedridden for periods at a time while simple illnesses would ravage him. The experimental treatments had been successful, albeit at the cost of requiring periodic upkeep injections to keep his condition stable. The Celate functioned both as a role model for Leandre and a person to look up to, with his kind-hearted nature, and words of wisdom when Leandre suffered doubt and lack of purpose. Their inevitable separation was coming closer, but the Celate had left many good imprints on the young man, giving him to care for the lives of the simple folk, and treasuring the beauties of the natural world and protecting them.
He eventually moved on to study at L'École de l'Or Liquide, a prestigious academy specialized in the arts of thaumaturgy and alchemy. His decision to study there was met with resentment from his family, who at this point had wished him to come home and take up some employment in Basta or Regalia, after all, they had paid for his education abroad and they had yet to see anything of value in return. He scorned the family's wishes when his father explicitly commanded his return, which caused the family to turn off the money tap. Leandre discovered a skill in deception and lying here, as he somehow convinced both the academy and his housing situation, to defer payments in almost perpetuity. Each time a debtor showed up, he would find some way to convince them that the money was "on its way", or "just stuck in transit", and each time shuffled some loans ahead of each other to always keep ahead of the payments, even if his debt kept ballooning. He gambled on the idea that he would eventually invent something that could make him a lot of money, so he did not need to keep asking for money or lie his way around having none.
His favor and ambition being in the field of alchemy, Leandre made good progress in his education despite the chaos surrounding his payment and support network, all of which the Celate had once laid the foundations for. Leandre eventually made good on the promise to produce something he could call an invention of his own making, finishing the formula for a special type of fortitude potion, something that was built upon the work of the Celate and his own health in the years past, but something that was meant to be used to save lives on the frontline, and to give soldiers who had no defenses against exotic diseases more protections. Unfortunately, the final formula was never quite right, it never quite worked exactly, and test subjects continued to contract the diseases of the Ithanian jungles. Although early testing was successful, complete remission and rejection of these foreign illnesses could not be achieved, and so a breakthrough was ever further away.
With the loan sharks now becoming more pressing and potentially violent, Leandre appealed to the Celate for help, who to his surprise, used his social connections and finances to cover all of Leandre's outstanding debts, even the interest rate. Even though the Celate promised he had done so with free will and kindness in his own heart, the guilt that Leandre acquired from this act was enough to push him into a state of self-loathing and disbelief in his own self-worth. For weeks he languished unable to make any progress on his work, feeling like he was living on the Celate's borrowed time and finances, and he was pushed further into depression, until he had finally had enough, and decided to pay the Celate back. In his state of overconfidence, or perhaps desperation to avoid the conclusion that he had done nothing but be a drain on everyone around him, he lied and deceived his way into active military service in the feudal levies of Basta. This turned out to be fairly simple for him, because his long absence had made him a stranger, and he was oh-so-good at lying.
Leandre had bought more than he had bargained for, however, as he was woefully under equipped to deal with the struggles of the military. While he had originally been assigned the role of logistic runner to try and keep the soldiers supplied with arrows and supplies, his complete lack of military training meant that he was constantly forced into the position to be saved by his comrades. What had originally been intended as a form of self-penance to atone for the cost of his existence, had turned out into a further burden on the people around him, as numerous of his comrades were injured covering for him. At the very least, during the off-hours that he and his comrades had to spend together, he picked up some skills in archery from them, as they had a vested self-interest in ensuring he could at least defend himself somehow. He also distinguished himself in the art of battlefield healing through his knowledge of alchemy, which is something that deeply impressed the peasant militia that often formed the ranks around him.
The war left Leandre aimless once more because his quest had been to prove some value to Ailordom or the Empire to return value to the Celate and others who had paid for him, but he was once again further from purpose or ambition. He dreaded the idea of returning to Ithania, having nothing to show for, and asking once more for the help of the Celate who no doubt was disappointed in him for running away after spending all that coin to save him. Instead, he joined up with some of the peasant militia who returned to Daenshore, where separatist forces had been brewing for several decades now, with resentment towards the Empire. Leandre had unwittingly been recruited by rebels into being their medic, because healers were in short supply in the city-states, and their causes needed many.
Leandre's introduction to the rebel cause was what one would expect, vague promises of personal glory and wealth, vague indications of nativism and separatist idealism. Leandre felt he had finally found a purpose, saving lives and helping the rebels manage the killing of high officials in the colonies. Over time, however, cracks in the narrative started to grow, especially during the times when Leandre witnessed some of the executions engaged in by the rebels. These targets were not the blood-thirsty leeches and foreign money bags that Leandre had been told were sucking Ciudad Daena dry like Vampires, but simple bureaucrats who often begged for mercy and clemency but were not given any. While the other rebels could not read, Leandre swept up some papers with each office they visited and brought home these papers to study, where the true picture of it all became clearer to him.
The Rebels had all largely been deceived by sinister forces in higher offices, the likes of the Anahera Cabal, the Cortez, and the other noble families of the city-states. They had been sold a heroic tale of independence warriors fighting a foreign menace that would end their futures, but the reality was that they were just executing bureaucrats and envoys from the Empire who were largely incapable of actually meaningfully resolving the problems that the local population suffered. The Bureaucrats had endless stacks of papers of their appeals for more funding which was repeatedly denied from the capital, to appraise the problems and the living conditions of the poor, and to complain about the suffocating political control House Anahera had. Through reading all of it, Leandre formed an image of the Cabals fomenting rebellion to create instability and chaos, that they could orchestrate from the shadows, while the people suffered and died, and innocent Regalians were made the fall guy. He could not figure out what the purpose behind it all was, and this frustrated him immensely because once more his true calling and purpose had been turned into a falsehood.
For a time he remained with the rebels and picked up all the benefits of their training and access to makeshift tools that he could, but eventually, the aimless killing that this supposed glorious rebellion had been engaging in became too much to bear. The wool had been pulled from his eyes, and he had seen the true rot in the Empire's belly, the political actors at the top using those on the bottom as pawns, playing games of politics with no regard for the collateral, and the common people were either too simple or too illiterate to see where their true enemy was. He knew that he could not change the hearts of the rebels here, who would turn on him the moment he showed any wavering to their cause. Indeed, the only opportunity he saw to make a real difference in the suffering of the people in Regalia, was to unwind the plots of these schemers in Regalia. He felt even more divinely called to this purpose because it was to him as if he was the only nobleman who could see the spiders spinning their webs for what they were. The other nobles were all either complicit in the cannibalism at the heart of the Empire's power structure or indifferent to it, absconding their duties.
He returned to the Celate, resolving to discuss the matter and receive the Celate's blessing, who gave him the absolution he sought and even put him in contact with several military tutors who would oversee his training. The Celate waved him off on the ports of eastern Ithania, as he sailed past Nordskag, Gallovia, Solleria, Adaene, and finally Regalia, being trained by the Celate's military tutors along the way. Arriving back in Regalia, the group set out to establish an operating cell of a kind, with Leandre appealing to his family's wealth to establish a headquarters, while the others went about building up a network of supporters and contacts.
Shortly after his return, and only after having reconciled with his mother after nearly 15 years of absence and only speaking to her by letter, Regalia was struck by a series of magical events that caused the death of his mother, and the vast majority of the Celate's contacts that had come with him, while they tried to help the citizens of Crookback. Magical monsters had descended on the city, and worse yet, Leandre saw the same dark hands at work orchestrating once more this chaos within the Empire. The Empire in his mind remained the one true place capable of doing good, after all, it was what created the kindness of his mother and the guidance of his Celate, but it was slowly being eaten up from the inside, by greedy and corrupt nobles and politicians, by Knights who failed their duties and were self obsessed, by Mages who conspired to bring calamity and death, and by Cults who saw Regalia as nothing more but their weak plaything. The Empire was assailed from all sides by its own shadows, and so he decided to strike the shadow from within, something only a nobleman who was able to blend between all layers of society could.
While there was initially the plan for him to work with his allies provided to him by the Celate, he found himself alone in this titanic task, albeit aided by the memory recalls of his allies, who had left Memkeys in the wake of their death so Leandre could continue to learn. He was still too young to face this mortal danger alone, having had far too short a time to learn the art of war. With the memories of his late allies, he allowed them to help him in death by loading his memories directly into his mind, thus inheriting their combat skills and tactics to use for good. Despite being forced to work alone by calamity, he continued to fight for those who could not defend themselves from magical abominations, and dispensed alchemical aids from his hidden laboratory to fight the shadows he had now declared his nemesis.
- Full Name: Leandre Delmotte.
- Alias: The Watcher (Protector of the People), Pierre (Undercity Spy).
- Heritage / Culture: Regal Ailor.
- Age: 25.
- Gender / Pronouns: Male.
- Religion: Unionist.
- Occult: N/A.
- Character Occupation: Scientist, Watchway Society Vigilante.
- Eye Color: Blue.
- Skin Color: White.
- Hair: Blond.
- Height: 5'11.
- Body Type: Athletic.
- Hobbies and Talents: Alchemical studies, martial arts, engineering, and medical practices.
- Languages: Common, Ithanian, Daendroquin.
- Total Points: 15
- Strength
- Melee Point Buy
- Technique Parry
- Concussive Blow
- Chaining Throw
- Diving Tackle
- Weapon Throw (Free)
- Magebane Pack
- Wounded Ego
- Melee Point Buy
- Constitution:
- Training Point Buy
- Iron Will
- Training Point Buy
- Intelligence:
- Tech Point Buy
- Tech Resist
- Tech Point Buy
- Wisdom
- Chem Point Buy
- Chem Beserk
- Chem Hyperfocus
- Chem Purge
- Chem Bang
- Chem Point Buy
- Dexterity
- Rougery Point Buy
- Disguise Pack
- Sharp Reflexes
- Rougery Point Buy
Magic: 0
Charisma: 0
Plothooks/Backstory
- Ithanian characters might have heard of Leandre as he studied most of his life there.
- Alchemists and scientists of all kind who are passionate about their craft are met with favor.
- Unionists are met with favor.
- Corrupt knights and politicians are seen as the lowest breed of people in Leandre's eyes, he will hunt those who take their oath lightly and put them through his own judgement.
- Unnatural oddities such as Marken, Vampires, or mutated beasts are hunted and have no redemption in Leandre's eyes.
- Veterans of The Second Songaskian War might know Leandre by a different name, Pierre.
- Daendroquin peoples will be met with a curious eye and sometimes even favor.
Leandre Delmotte was born in a world of wealth and privilege, destined to be another Viridian in a long line of Delmottes who would serve the cause of the Empire and their family. His father, Ottillie, was an absent Viridian who spent most of his time away, while his mother was a timid woman who had no other children. Leandre was doted on by his mother in the few instances that she was present. Still, his life was otherwise controlled by strict nannies and reinforcement of his inevitable fate as a part of the rise of the Delmotte Legacy. Perhaps it was this strict enforcement of the idea that his ambitions came secondary, or his complete lack of a male role model, that led him to become an unruly child.
He refused to sit still during his schooling, frequently ran away from home, and tormented his cousins. He would remain calm around his mother, but eventually, the governesses had enough and kicked the problem up the chain of command in House Delmotte. Because his mother was only married into the family, her wishes were disregarded and Leandre was sent to boarding school in Ithania, where the family hoped he would be reformed to behave properly. In boarding school, he did not fare much better, and it was also in his early teenage years, that the priests and teachers at the boarding school diagnosed him with frail health and disposition. His father was left disappointed, as this would exclude him from any Viridian training, not being able to keep up with the training regimen, or even appearing like the idealized image of the Viridian Knight.
His 13th birthday came and passed, losing the only chance to become a Viridian due to his poor health. Unbeknownst to his father however, Leandre had deeply wished for this turn of events, because a career in the military was not one he looked forward to. Instead, he had grown fond of a particular priest called Celate de Dreuxère, who had a particular keen interest in alchemy. Sending letters back and forth with his mother, the priest gained covert approval from Leandre's mother to try out experimental alchemical boons to aid her son's ailing health, which Celate de Dreuxère also used to encourage his interests in alchemy, something he had always seemed fond of. While Leandre continued to study geopolitics, language, and the arts of court in this boarding school, his free time was often spent helping the Celate with his potions and concoctions. In time, the problems in his health were addressed, and serious progress was made when the Chrysant War was over, following the release of a series of doctorate papers on fortitude alchemy that had been looted from the capital Fessa Huallo.
By the time Leandre was done with the boarding school at the age of 18, his health had remarkably improved, his physical fitness had increased, and he was no longer prone to be bedridden for periods at a time while simple illnesses would ravage him. The experimental treatments had been successful, albeit at the cost of requiring periodic upkeep injections to keep his condition stable. The Celate functioned both as a role model for Leandre and a person to look up to, with his kind-hearted nature, and words of wisdom when Leandre suffered doubt and lack of purpose. Their inevitable separation was coming closer, but the Celate had left many good imprints on the young man, giving him to care for the lives of the simple folk, and treasuring the beauties of the natural world and protecting them.
He eventually moved on to study at L'École de l'Or Liquide, a prestigious academy specialized in the arts of thaumaturgy and alchemy. His decision to study there was met with resentment from his family, who at this point had wished him to come home and take up some employment in Basta or Regalia, after all, they had paid for his education abroad and they had yet to see anything of value in return. He scorned the family's wishes when his father explicitly commanded his return, which caused the family to turn off the money tap. Leandre discovered a skill in deception and lying here, as he somehow convinced both the academy and his housing situation, to defer payments in almost perpetuity. Each time a debtor showed up, he would find some way to convince them that the money was "on its way", or "just stuck in transit", and each time shuffled some loans ahead of each other to always keep ahead of the payments, even if his debt kept ballooning. He gambled on the idea that he would eventually invent something that could make him a lot of money, so he did not need to keep asking for money or lie his way around having none.
His favor and ambition being in the field of alchemy, Leandre made good progress in his education despite the chaos surrounding his payment and support network, all of which the Celate had once laid the foundations for. Leandre eventually made good on the promise to produce something he could call an invention of his own making, finishing the formula for a special type of fortitude potion, something that was built upon the work of the Celate and his own health in the years past, but something that was meant to be used to save lives on the frontline, and to give soldiers who had no defenses against exotic diseases more protections. Unfortunately, the final formula was never quite right, it never quite worked exactly, and test subjects continued to contract the diseases of the Ithanian jungles. Although early testing was successful, complete remission and rejection of these foreign illnesses could not be achieved, and so a breakthrough was ever further away.
With the loan sharks now becoming more pressing and potentially violent, Leandre appealed to the Celate for help, who to his surprise, used his social connections and finances to cover all of Leandre's outstanding debts, even the interest rate. Even though the Celate promised he had done so with free will and kindness in his own heart, the guilt that Leandre acquired from this act was enough to push him into a state of self-loathing and disbelief in his own self-worth. For weeks he languished unable to make any progress on his work, feeling like he was living on the Celate's borrowed time and finances, and he was pushed further into depression, until he had finally had enough, and decided to pay the Celate back. In his state of overconfidence, or perhaps desperation to avoid the conclusion that he had done nothing but be a drain on everyone around him, he lied and deceived his way into active military service in the feudal levies of Basta. This turned out to be fairly simple for him, because his long absence had made him a stranger, and he was oh-so-good at lying.
Leandre had bought more than he had bargained for, however, as he was woefully under equipped to deal with the struggles of the military. While he had originally been assigned the role of logistic runner to try and keep the soldiers supplied with arrows and supplies, his complete lack of military training meant that he was constantly forced into the position to be saved by his comrades. What had originally been intended as a form of self-penance to atone for the cost of his existence, had turned out into a further burden on the people around him, as numerous of his comrades were injured covering for him. At the very least, during the off-hours that he and his comrades had to spend together, he picked up some skills in archery from them, as they had a vested self-interest in ensuring he could at least defend himself somehow. He also distinguished himself in the art of battlefield healing through his knowledge of alchemy, which is something that deeply impressed the peasant militia that often formed the ranks around him.
The war left Leandre aimless once more because his quest had been to prove some value to Ailordom or the Empire to return value to the Celate and others who had paid for him, but he was once again further from purpose or ambition. He dreaded the idea of returning to Ithania, having nothing to show for, and asking once more for the help of the Celate who no doubt was disappointed in him for running away after spending all that coin to save him. Instead, he joined up with some of the peasant militia who returned to Daenshore, where separatist forces had been brewing for several decades now, with resentment towards the Empire. Leandre had unwittingly been recruited by rebels into being their medic, because healers were in short supply in the city-states, and their causes needed many.
Leandre's introduction to the rebel cause was what one would expect, vague promises of personal glory and wealth, vague indications of nativism and separatist idealism. Leandre felt he had finally found a purpose, saving lives and helping the rebels manage the killing of high officials in the colonies. Over time, however, cracks in the narrative started to grow, especially during the times when Leandre witnessed some of the executions engaged in by the rebels. These targets were not the blood-thirsty leeches and foreign money bags that Leandre had been told were sucking Ciudad Daena dry like Vampires, but simple bureaucrats who often begged for mercy and clemency but were not given any. While the other rebels could not read, Leandre swept up some papers with each office they visited and brought home these papers to study, where the true picture of it all became clearer to him.
The Rebels had all largely been deceived by sinister forces in higher offices, the likes of the Anahera Cabal, the Cortez, and the other noble families of the city-states. They had been sold a heroic tale of independence warriors fighting a foreign menace that would end their futures, but the reality was that they were just executing bureaucrats and envoys from the Empire who were largely incapable of actually meaningfully resolving the problems that the local population suffered. The Bureaucrats had endless stacks of papers of their appeals for more funding which was repeatedly denied from the capital, to appraise the problems and the living conditions of the poor, and to complain about the suffocating political control House Anahera had. Through reading all of it, Leandre formed an image of the Cabals fomenting rebellion to create instability and chaos, that they could orchestrate from the shadows, while the people suffered and died, and innocent Regalians were made the fall guy. He could not figure out what the purpose behind it all was, and this frustrated him immensely because once more his true calling and purpose had been turned into a falsehood.
For a time he remained with the rebels and picked up all the benefits of their training and access to makeshift tools that he could, but eventually, the aimless killing that this supposed glorious rebellion had been engaging in became too much to bear. The wool had been pulled from his eyes, and he had seen the true rot in the Empire's belly, the political actors at the top using those on the bottom as pawns, playing games of politics with no regard for the collateral, and the common people were either too simple or too illiterate to see where their true enemy was. He knew that he could not change the hearts of the rebels here, who would turn on him the moment he showed any wavering to their cause. Indeed, the only opportunity he saw to make a real difference in the suffering of the people in Regalia, was to unwind the plots of these schemers in Regalia. He felt even more divinely called to this purpose because it was to him as if he was the only nobleman who could see the spiders spinning their webs for what they were. The other nobles were all either complicit in the cannibalism at the heart of the Empire's power structure or indifferent to it, absconding their duties.
He returned to the Celate, resolving to discuss the matter and receive the Celate's blessing, who gave him the absolution he sought and even put him in contact with several military tutors who would oversee his training. The Celate waved him off on the ports of eastern Ithania, as he sailed past Nordskag, Gallovia, Solleria, Adaene, and finally Regalia, being trained by the Celate's military tutors along the way. Arriving back in Regalia, the group set out to establish an operating cell of a kind, with Leandre appealing to his family's wealth to establish a headquarters, while the others went about building up a network of supporters and contacts.
Shortly after his return, and only after having reconciled with his mother after nearly 15 years of absence and only speaking to her by letter, Regalia was struck by a series of magical events that caused the death of his mother, and the vast majority of the Celate's contacts that had come with him, while they tried to help the citizens of Crookback. Magical monsters had descended on the city, and worse yet, Leandre saw the same dark hands at work orchestrating once more this chaos within the Empire. The Empire in his mind remained the one true place capable of doing good, after all, it was what created the kindness of his mother and the guidance of his Celate, but it was slowly being eaten up from the inside, by greedy and corrupt nobles and politicians, by Knights who failed their duties and were self obsessed, by Mages who conspired to bring calamity and death, and by Cults who saw Regalia as nothing more but their weak plaything. The Empire was assailed from all sides by its own shadows, and so he decided to strike the shadow from within, something only a nobleman who was able to blend between all layers of society could.
While there was initially the plan for him to work with his allies provided to him by the Celate, he found himself alone in this titanic task, albeit aided by the memory recalls of his allies, who had left Memkeys in the wake of their death so Leandre could continue to learn. He was still too young to face this mortal danger alone, having had far too short a time to learn the art of war. With the memories of his late allies, he allowed them to help him in death by loading his memories directly into his mind, thus inheriting their combat skills and tactics to use for good. Despite being forced to work alone by calamity, he continued to fight for those who could not defend themselves from magical abominations, and dispensed alchemical aids from his hidden laboratory to fight the shadows he had now declared his nemesis.
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