Adrian Langdon Bismark

Name: Adrian Langdon Bismark
Nickname: None
Age 22
Height/Weight 142 lbs, 5"11'

Ship: H.M.S. Valkyrie, a cruiser from Bern, a nation in Degasia. Unlike most degasian ships, the Valkyrie is relatively small and not very-well armored, though it is fast and has a vicious attack. By dint of a steam engine, the Valkyrie is fast enough to catch up to pirate ships and boasts 4 heavy 15-inch Dahlgren cannon. Due to the relatively few armaments, these cannon are mounted on turrets to allow 360 degree range. The Valkyrie generally functions as a vangard before the rest of the Imperial Navy's heavier ships can catch up.
Position/Ranking: Degasian Imperial Navy Commodore
Weapons: Will be registered.

Appearance:
Slightly disheveled, Adrian doesn't really wear the Navy Uniform to show solidarity to his men. In combat, he generally wears two armor gauntlets to allow him to block attacks with his arms. On shore, he dresses more like a southerner.
Personality: Having been raised a nobleman, Adrian is generally genial on shore, though he is slightly grouchier on the sea (due to his dislike of the sea as a whole). An introvert, Adrian rarely forgets things he notices. In battle on land, Adrian is also fairly honorable. On the sea, though, Adrian is a vicious and underhand fighter willing to use any means to win. When faced with pirates, Adrian's general behavior takes a turn for the psychotic. If a captive pirate is left with him in this mood, Adrian would more than happily torture the man. Around pirates, Adrian is a definite sadist who prefers to prolong suffering as long as possible. The ship Adrian commands, the H.M.S. Valkyrie, is adorned with the preserved dead bodies of pirates. To civilians and even members of other countries, though, Adrian is a far kinder personality. Overall, the best description for this man would be bipolar. Around his men, Adrian is a little absentminded and well-respected
Likes:
-New Things
-Shiny Objects
-Horse Riding
-Oranges
-Tea
Dislikes:
-Piracy
-Degasia
-Things that don't get done quickly
-Coffee
-The Sea
History: The son of a wealthy Degasian Planter from the southern Dixie province of Degasia and a baroness from Bern, the most militarian of the five nations of Degasia. Raised mostly on his father's plantation, Adrian was raised (as most of the wealthy in the South were) in fencing, horseback riding and riflery. With the interest of being a doctor, Adrian was trained in medicine. However, both of his parents disagreed with this decision, and instead he was prodded into the world of politics. His younger brother, just as rebellious as Adrian, joined the Degasian navy. Trained in all the arts and procedures of the court, Adrian did well, but never truly prospered with his heart so elsewhere. Yet, in respect of his father's wishes, Adrian continued working as the undersecretary of one of the admirals of Degasia. In a mission to the west, Adrian's family took a ship in that direction. Adrian thoroughly hated the sea and the trip. Yet, en route, a Rignonian pirate fleet attacked the convoy. Fast and sleek, these corvettes easily outmaneuvered the Degasian dreadnoughts and attacked the cruiser that the Bismark family was on. In the course of the battle, Baroness Wilhemina Bismark and Marcus Gabriel Bismark were killed. Adrian himself, then 17, was held for ransom along with his two sisters, Mary Bismark and Ilya von Bismark, until a fleet under Commodore Jack Bismark (Adrian's brother) arrived. By dint of its huge firepower, Jack attempted to parley--but, because of a misfire of a cannon, this parley came apart. Both of Adrian's sisters died in the confusion. While Adrian managed to escape with the Degasian fleet, Jack later died of his wounds. With most of his immediate family dead, Adrian gained a strong hate for pirates that overpowered his dislike of the sea and led to him joining the Imperial Navy. Despite his constant sea-sickness, Adrian came to become a skilled sailor who, due to his actions in fighting pirates, was eventually promoted to Commodore.

RP Sample: Tokyo Settlement, Area 11
Ghetto

The Mitsumi Ghetto was falling apart. Already shoddy and outdated equipment, already slowly falling apart, were helped in their deterioration now by machine guns and grenades. “Where the hell are our reinforcements?!” Shinichiro Tamaki yelled above the din to the other men and women around him. “We’ve lost contact with Yoshida and Ougi’s company,” purple-haired and bespectacled Yoshitaka Minami replied grimly. “But Todoh’s in no position to assist us, they’re busy fighting off Guilford’s Britannian reinforcements…where the hell is Zero?!” Tamaki looked around. His whole company had been decimated by the sudden arrival of reinforcements from Mainland Britannia, and the survivors were now with him fighting a desperate struggle in the ghettos. Not one of the knightmare frames that they had steered into battle remained, and Minami’s Radio was the only communication with the rest of the black knights that remained. A few civilians remained with them. Minami turned to them. “Get out of here! The Britannian forces are going to get here!” When the civilians didn’t budge, Minami closed his eyes. “Damn it, there’s nothing heroic about dying here! Leave!” One of the civilians, though, a fairly old man, looked at Minami. “Leave…to where? I’m not trying to be a hero, it’s just that there’s nowhere to go anyway…it’ll be just as bad in ANY Britannian territory.” At that moment, the ceiling suddenly seemed to collapse as the bright, sterile glow of searchlights illuminated the ground and several knightmares rappelled to the ground. Tamaki looked around at the knightmares. They were older-design glasgows, but they would still be more than a match for people armed with nothing more powerful than a shotgun. “This is the Britannian Military! Drop your weapons and put your arms to your head!” Minami and Tamaki stared up at what they knew was a hopeless battle. “Keh…”

Sacramento, Holy Empire of Britannia
King Henry Hotel

The old, moustached man knocked on the door of the hotel room once. “Come in, Watari,” the half-bored, half interested voice said from behind the door. Watari quietly opened the door into the dark room, lit only by the blue glow of a laptop screen. “Were there any updates, young master?” The raven-haired man at the center looked like some kind of hobbit—dressed in a white, slightly-oversized sweater and jeans, he crouched like some kind of primordial caveman transplanted straight out of a Geico commercial. “Watari…it appears I am not needed at all. Zero overstretched this time around…it seems like his forces fell apart at Tokyo.” “Is that an unfortunate event, Young master?” “…I suppose not for us Britannians…but I would have liked to tested out his skill…based on his performance in other battles, this is the first time he’s met a serious defeat or even made a major mistake such as this…what was it that allowed him to be defeate—” the raven-haired man stopped for a moment as he gnawed at his thumbnail. “What is it, young master?” “It’s all over the nets now—Zero has been captured.” Watari walked forwards, his aged, usually tranquil face now crinkled in an expression of interest. “By who?” “Doesn’t say…there IS something odd, though.” “What is it?” “We get all our updates straight from the Britannian Military—but even though the Order of the Black Knights were being defeated in Tokyo, there was no sign of Zero. And the origin of the announcement came straight from Pendragon, the Imperial Capital…the generals in Area 11 seem just as shocked as we are…how did Zero managed to somehow appear in Pendragon when he was leading the battle only an hour or so before?” The man gnawed his thumb again. “Something is afoot here…ah well, the case is closed, there are no crumbs left for me to pick up. Let’s go home, Watari.” “Yes…Young master L.”

Area 11

In the murky, muted silence of the sea, two behemoths of steel, both entangled in a death grip, slowly sank towards the bottom of the sea. The Green-haired woman in the cockpit of the more humanoid of the two knightmare frames looked around with a bored sigh. A few lights remained dimly lit inside the cockpit of the Gawain. However, it would not last forever—already, the sound of twisting metal announced that the water pressure was slowly overpowering the knightmare frame’s external structure. “Marianne…it seems like we failed.” Despite speaking, the woman known as C.C. knew that physically, she was alone. “…your son chooses the worst possible times to get overemotional…fine, he was emotional the whole way through, but this was the only time it became a fatal mistake for him…he’s with Charles now…” suddenly, though, with a loud crash, another piece of metal crumpled. C.C. looked around at one of the few monitors left. Ignoring the blinking red light that said “External Framework Failure Imminent, Eject now,” she continued to stare at the ceiling. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll give up on him…he IS Charles’ son after all…” without warning, the last monitor went out as the whole cockpit entered total darkness. Just as the final sheet of metal shattered, C.C. muttered, “Like a phoenix from the ashes—” and then, with the abrupt equalizing of pressure, the Gawain crumpled into a hulk of twisted metal with a last defiant groan.

Knight of Twelve Monica Kruzewski, a gentle-looking woman of Polish birth, turned around and quickly bowed as the ridiculously curly-haired and yet imposingly tall form of Emperor Charles li Britannia strode in with his usual powerful stride. “How was the battle in Area 11?” “Very good, your majesty…Guilford and the Glaston Knights have captured Ryoga Senba and Uribe of the four holy swords. Most of the logistic teams were massacred by Sir Kururugi, and we’ve captured Kaname Ohgi, the former leader before Zero took over—” “Nevermind that, was C.C. captured?” Kruzewski shook her head. “I’m sorry, your majesty, she and the Gawain went down with the Siegfried.” The Emperor shook his head. “What a pity…well, make sure you check the site…and retrieve the Siegfried. Leave everything else to Schneizel.” Kruzewski immediately saluted. “Yes, your highness.” Before she left the room, though, she could distinctly hear the emperor mutter, “and yet again, C.C., you elude me.”

Chapter 1
Area 11

With a roar, three Jet Fighters, identifiable as Spitfire CR-86’s hissed through the sky. Outside of the apartment, cheering could be heard as well as raucous chants of “All Hail Britannia!”. But in the Yagami household, there was no such revelry. Yagami Light ate silently, idly fiddling with his chopsticks. According to the laws of Britannia, even things such as using chopsticks could not be done, but even in the strict Holy Empire of Britannia, there were some rules nobody would be anal enough to enforce anyway. Moments later, a frustrated sigh and loud footsteps announced his sister, Sayu. “Nothing on except parades.” Light’s mother sighed. “I guess you can’t blame the Britannians…I’m just glad that your father is alive.” Light sighed. “Mom, I told you. Dad’s probably one of the best Devicers in Area 11.” “What disturbs me is the side he was fighting for,” Sayu said, still grouchy about the lack of anything on TV. “Now now, your father is a respected member of Britannian Society—” “—and he’s also cursed by every Japanese—” “Elevens,” Light’s mother interjected sharply, but Sayu continued. “—Japanese here. We’re not Britannians, we’re Japanese, I’d rather be under the Chinese Federation than under white people!” “You just wait till your father hears that,” Light’s mother contented herself with grumbling. Sayu looked at Light. “You agree with me, right?” Light sighed. “Yes, but…” thankfully, he was saved by the electronic clock beeping. “It’s six o’clock…I need to get back to my apartment. I have to study for an exam tomorrow.” “See you then, Honey,” Light’s mother remarked offhandedly, and Light pulled on his jacket and went outside. Physically, he resembled Britannians to some extent as well, with brown hair combed and oiled neatly and an expression that wouldn’t seem out of place on an Aristocrat’s face. That was probably why he wasn’t forced to bow to every Britannian noble like most Elevens. Instead of heading to his apartment in the settlement, Light headed to the beach—he indeed needed to study, but ten minutes before bed would be more than sufficient. It was still light, and the bay was filled by the Britannian 7th Fleet, flags flapping proudly as nearby salvage crews rescued downed Knightmares on the beach. Light sighed as he sat down on a more deserted portion of the coast, on top of the humanoid shell of a destroyed Japanese Burai Knightmare frame, already stripped of all its weaponry and its engines. A few months ago, the Order of the Black Knights and their mysterious leader, the masked figure known as Zero, had appeared, eclipsing the Japanese Liberation Front and miscellaneous Resistance Groups and finally forming a cohesive force capable of defeating Britannia in open battle, even killing the 3rd Prince of Britannia Clovis Li Britannia and 3rd Princess Euphemia Li Britannia, known as the Massacre Princess because of her order to kill all Japanese under the ruse of the Administrative Area of Japan. With Zero, the Black Knights had rarely lost. When he was defeated in the Battle of Tokyo, the Black Knights had collapsed. Light sighed. You can’t change the world with pretty worlds…the only person who did that, Prince Clovis, only made himself look stupid. You change the world with your hands…Zero understood that…but he still lost. Overhead, a Britannian helicopter flew by—just as something hissed overhead. One moment, the helicopter was banking away, and then it was a fireball as sudden gunfire erupted in the distance. Not all the Black Knights had been flushed out, apparently. Sighing, Light began to head down the wharf towards the middle class settlements. While the Yagami household was in the homes of the Upper Class in Tokyo settlement, apartments there were far too expensive. Light himself lived in a middle-class apartment in Tokyo Bay. The wharf had been relatively unscathed, a testament to Lord G.P. Guilford’s skill in holding the area. Here, Elevens were working to rescue the living and retrieve dead, watched by Britannian overseers. The Elevens looked quite miserable over the fact that most of the dead were Black Knights whose Knightmares had floundered in the water and who had then been picked off. Light abruptly stopped. A cloud of bubbles, unnoticed by the workers, was coming up to the surface of the water. Hurrying down the stone steps, he reached the bottom just in time to see a body float up. Though it retained some semblance of a human shape, it seemed mangled beyond any possible chance of survival. Reaching out, Light pulled it over towards the dock—by the almost completely destroyed hair, it had probably been a woman. Pulling out a mirror, Light looked around before holding it to the woman’s lips. Her hair had been some light shade, which meant she had probably been a Britannian—however, she was wearing the Uniform of a Black Knight. Light blinked as he looked at the mirror and the thin covering of mist. The mist meant that the woman was still breathing. This woman’s still alive? He needed to get her somewhere—but there was no way any Britannian-run hospital would help a Black Knight. There were many people lugging around bodies as well as survivors, so Light idly slung the woman over his shoulder and walked in the direction of his house. “Err…sir?” Light turned towards the Britannian Overseer, his heart beating loudly. “Sir, you don’t need to work yourself throwing out these bodies…I can get one of my men to do it.” “No…it’s fine…shouldn’t we be glad that we’re not the ones hauling around Britannian bodies?” The overseer thought about it, and then nodded. “Of course. All Hail Britannia!” Light had trouble returning the salute while holding a body, but he did so awkwardly as he walked towards the corpse dump—and then abruptly shifted into an alley. As soon as he had moved in, Light had made sure to check the surrounding streets in the case that he needed to get away from something, be it overzealous black Knights or the Britannian authorities. Honestly, his family was in a rather uncomfortable position—not valued as much more than a propaganda tool to the Britannians, a traitor to the Elevens. Walking up the emergency stairs (to avoid the elevators and the cameras on them), Light looked around. There was nobody in the hallway and there were no cameras (it was a rather old building, the reason why the rent was fairly low), so he quickly lumbered over to his door, unlocked the door and went in. He immediately put the body on his table (something told him that putting her on his bed would be messy). “I’ll be right back, hang on.”He knew the woman probably couldn’t hear, but he felt slightly compelled to do it. He charged down the stairs as he tried to ignore the bloodstains on his jacket. At the foyer, a security guard was dozing. “Sir, are there medical supplies in that cabinet?” The urgency in Light’s voice woke the guard up, and he gaped at the blood on Light’s shirt. “Good lord, are you alright?” “Are there medical supplies?” Light repeated in a voice of forced patience and calm. “Yes.” ‘Can I get the box?” fumbling, the guard pulled a large cardboard box out. “Are you sure you don’t need help?” “I’m Fine,” Light muttered as he grabbed the box and went for the elevator—he probably wouldn’t be able to lug the box up several floors. For a moment, he felt a bit of annoying calm as the elevator’s soothing and simultaneously annoying music flowed over him. Finally, with a cheerful ding, the door opened as Light tried to balance the box on his knee as he fumbled with his key. Propping his knee against the door, Light finally extricated his keys from his pocket and quickly stuffed it into the keyhole, turning it. Immediately, the door gave way, and Light tumbled in with a heap and several curses. “Godf-ckingdammit—” “You sure are clumsy.” “I don’t want to hear this from a half dead—” Light stopped as he looked up. The woman looked at him. She was fairly young, and the green hair made it quite obvious who she was. Despite the fact that she still looked badly wounded, she now seemed capable of sitting up. “Y-you’re C.C. of the Black Knights.” The woman glanced at him. “…and?” Light felt a shiver and felt like pissing in his pants. Thank god I brought her upstairs by the emergency stairs! Helping a Black Knight carried the same punishments as being a Black Knight, nevermind one of the most prominent leaders of the Black Knights. To hide his confusion, he immediately began taking out bandages and antiseptic. “hang on a second, don’t move around too much—” “Just leave it, boy,” C.C. said impatiently. “I’m better already, see?” Light didn’t see, but he nodded anyway. “To live like this, you must assist the Britannian Government—a traitor to your own race, as Le—Zero would say.” For a moment, C.C.’s expression looked abstract and a little sad. “My father is head of the Knight Police.” “Ah, I see…so you don’t even need to dial the police number? It’s like having the police on speed dial.” Light shrugged. “If I wanted to, I would have just dumped you at the feet of the military when I found you on the wharf. I support the Black Knights.” “…It’s easy to say that when you seem completely unaffected by the rebellion, living in an expensive apartment and dressed in good clothes.” Light felt a tick of annoyance. “Well, what are you planning to do now? Now that Zero’s eliminated, now that the Black Knights are almost completely destroyed?” C.C. shrugged. “I’ll gather together the survivors…this struggle is far from over.” Light looked outside. “You’ll never be able to destroy Tokyo like you did this time around…not to mention that Britannian forces will be even more wary than before.” C.C. said nothing. “Anyhow, please stay here until you have managed to contact the Black Knight survivors,” Light finished. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” C.C. shrugged. “As you wish…but you’re just bringing unnecessary risk on yourself.” Light shrugged. “Whatever.” He looked outside and smiled. Maybe this will be the way I can make a mark on the world.

“…How did it come to this?” Kyoushiro Todou looked outside the Edo Hotel’s massive suite at the smoldering ruins of the battle of Tokyo. Behind him, his two trusted subordinates, Shogo Asahina and Nagisa Chiba, watched nearby. Asahina looked particularly bruised—his knightmare had been downed fairly early on, and he had engaged in hand-to-hand fighting. Chiba looked angry as well as depressed. “The question more being, where was Zero?! When we were in our very moment of need, he vanished!” “It’s hard to believe he was captured,” Asahina agreed. Todou shook his head resignedly. “The question is no longer what happened, it’s what we do now. Uribe and Ryoga Senba have been taken, and most of Kyoto house has already been implicated save for lord Kirihara and Lady Kaguya. Our men have been decimated, and save for a few of our old Burais, we have no Knightmares.” “Kouzuki’s found her way to lady Kaguya’s estate with Sugiyama,” Asahina noted with a hint of hopefulness. “Yes, but there’s no way she’ll be able to leave on the Guren with all of Kyoto house now under guard.” “It seems like the dream of liberating Japan in my lifetime has flown away,” Todou muttered with quietly. Suddenly, though, all three jumped at a cheerful voice. “Don’t worry…our cause isn’t over yet…” they turned to see the diminutive (but formidable, as Todou knew) young girl who was Lady Kaguya, the owner of the hotel at the moment. “The Eunuchs in China have agreed to shelter us…and we’ve made contact with C.C.”

Approved, Comodore.