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Constance
["firm of purpose"]

"You will reap what you have sewn, I will see it done."

Age

23

Gender

Male

Archetype

Psychopath

Trait

Honor

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Religion

His faith lies within the Heroes


"If setting the world into a blistering inferno is what it took to bring back our saviors, I would happily watch the world and everyone in it burn."

Appearance

Just below 6-feet-tall, Constance is a striking individual. Bright sun kissed hair that is styled as shorter on the sides and longer on the top rests neatly atop his head. It is evident there is a strong level of discipline he possesses by the way he holds himself posture wise. His skin tone is more of a medium toned cream which usually tans well in the summer and almost never burns despite the sunniest of days. There are accented warm undertones that aid into his almost tanned skin.

Constance has a heart shaped face, his cheekbones defined rather than severe. A button nose and thinner lips rest upon his face. His mouth is usually always in the form of a malicious smile or partial smirk. Moving onto the eyes, they are slightly upturned and almond shaped. Pale emerald eyes are what bare and pierce into people's soul, as his eyes convey most of his emotion. There are visible crow lines in the corners of his eyes due to his practically unwavering smiles of ill intent.

When it comes to build, proportional describes him best. He is leaning more towards the nimbler side, but agility and muscle are both qualities easy to pick out by looking at him. Everything about him physically screams predatory, from the way his eyes track people's movements to his leisurely yet focused walk. Along his arms, shoulders, and especially back are a multitude of scars. While most are fairly old and faint, his back sports the larger and more recent scars acquired by a whip.

Whenever he is in any sort of public place, he will always be seen wearing the Chevalier Order uniform. While most knights tend to sport the more common silver plates from chest to feet, Constance wears minimal crimson red armor, usually only chest and shoulder plates. The Grand Crosses cape is something he wears proudly, as the highest ranking knight in the kingdom. It's golden sun colored threading framed the blinding white primary color of the cape. His mostly midnight colored boots were stained with the same color crimson he wore on his chest. Wherever he went, so did his silver and gold hilted sword sheathed on his hip. It was shorter than the average blade a knight would carry, but it was just as lethal if not more so when being wielded by him. Belonging to his father, the one person he had ever been attached to, he carried it with nothing short of pride.

Personality

"There's no joy in just killing, it has to be... theatrical if you will."

Constance is a very peculiar and twisted soul. Cruel, sadistic, and merciless are traits that are often used to describe him, though it would be surprising to some that he had his fair share of supporters. His cruelty stems from the actions he takes based on his beliefs; mankind is a disease that kills everything it touches, and without the righteousness of the Heroes, he must enforce the abiding of laws by any means necessary. People in general are expendable to him, no one being more or less important than anybody else. Without the Heroes to enforce law, and the government doing a poor job of it, Constance has taken matters into his own hands. Whether it's the crimes of stealing, lying, or killing, no one was exempt from the justice he would deliver in the form of public execution. The bigger the crowd that gathered, the better. Not only was it humiliating to be slain in front of strangers of all classes, but it dually served as teaching others to think before they act. No man, woman, or child was spared from his malice. It brought him a sickened level of joy to know he is what is weeding out what's wrong with his kingdom, serving the oath he swore to uphold. More often than not, wicked cackles and prideful smiles accompanied him while he put on a show for the public during his executions. Self satisfaction was not what he directly sought, but it is something he was rewarded with time and time again.

In the name of honoring the beings of his faith, there is not much he wouldn't do, or at least for his twisted sense of honor. The Heroes served as entities of punishment and peace within Victory, and desperate to uphold these things, he will do whatever it takes. There is a great level of passion he holds when it comes to his actions. For each life he takes, he attributes it to the Heroes as a way to show someone is continuing on with their work people have otherwise abandoned. Determination goes hand in hand with his passion, no one has a scarier level of want when it comes to what Constance wants to accomplish. Constance has completely devoted himself entirely to the act of ridding Victory of 'unworthy' individuals. Striving to please the lost Heroes, no matter how much a person may beg and plead for mercy, he will not give it. Manipulation is also something that can be his best friend, less so of lies, and more of twisting and sprinkling half truths where they need be to benefit him.

He has no regard for emotions, a weakness that is the base for illogical and careless actions against what should be held with respect. They are also the root of attachment, something Constance will never make the mistake of doing again. One of the only things he does allow himself to feel is pleasure from pain he feels or inflicts upon himself, a masochist at its finest. It started as actions done in his times of private self-loathing behavior, and while he does not go out of his way to indulge in pain, he happily takes it as it comes. Being more than a little unstable, blind fury and wrath will be swiftly delivered to those who question him or those who would foolishly point out flaws embedded within the Heroes. If people would have kept their faith and lived up to the Heroes wishes, he wouldn't have to be the middle man. He believes himself to be a monster of the peoples' own making, but he is more than delighted to play the part.

Confrontation is not only something he enjoys, but actively seeks. Unless you were to critique his beliefs, he is otherwise unbothered and willing to argue and go toe-to-toe with anyone for the thrill of it. It's his spine chilling grin and the disturbing twinkle in his eyes that would usually leave people to think better of engaging with him. Every so often though, there is someone who pursues challenging him, and those people fascinate him. Intrigue was something he held for very few people, they would have to truly stand out to him to be noticed. Despite the fixation he may hold for a person, if push came to shove, he would still feel little to no remorse disposing of them if they were to give him a reason.

"The human race is expendable. We are a disease that ravages everything we touch, we are all monsters truly. I'm just not willing to pretend otherwise."

Likes:
- Physical pain
- Succeeding in his mission
- Confrontation; most of the time
- The position of authority he holds
- Star-gazing
- Stormy weather; particularly thunder storms
- His sword; it holds a deep meaning to him

Dislikes:
- Anyone who goes against the law
- People questioning his loyalty to his oath
- Begging; whether it be for mercy or from those who are less fortunate
- The lax stance the kingdom has taken to law breakers
- The heat
- Shouting; despite how wrathful he can get, he very rarely raises his voice

Strengths:
- Observance; it comes very natural to him as he seeks to find those that try to hide or directly defy his beliefs
- Determination; what needs to be done he will do with little hesitation
- Combat; hand-to-hand, sword play, and knives, he definitely knows how to hold himself well in battle, his footwork is extremely remarkable as well
- Fear of dying and fear in general are unknown entities to him

Weaknesses:
- Has no regard for others
- Tunnel vision; all he wants is to uphold his oath, no matter the cost
- Not a team player
- Beyond stubborn; he's not willing to change his views nor is he willing to go against what he decides

Hobbies:
- Fencing and sword play
- Whittling

Greatest Goal:
To succeed in eliminating disobedient and unlawful individuals. He wants nothing more, and he will settle for nothing less.

Greatest Fear:
The absolute biggest, failing. The only other thing next to that is becoming what he has set out to abolish.

Family:
Merit (father)- Deceased
Mother- Unknown

Relationships:
Hahaha... nope

Backstory:

The child Constance once used to be is very different from who he is now. Kind, outgoing, and loving were his principle personality points. He never knew his mother, but his father, Merit, was a fierce and gentle man. Poverty is what Constance had become accustomed to, up until 11 years old. His father found his way into the good graces of the Royal family, and in return, was knighted. It was Merit's willingness to protect and serve the kingdom and its people that made him so loved. Naturally, Constance wanted nothing more than to follow in his father's footsteps.

"By taking this oath, you swear to uphold justice and serving those who served us. You swear to remain loyal, through the heavens and below, to those who stayed loyal to us. You swear duty comes before self." His father spoke passionately as Constance knelt down before him. His father always spoke highly of the lost Heroes, and in turn, Constance also admired and respected the beings who lovingly served the kingdom.

"I swear to abide by this oath. I swear to dedicate myself to the values the Heroes of old upheld. I swear to never falter in my fidelity. I swear to do whatever it takes." He spoke just as passionately, if not more as his pale green orbs looked up into his fathers sky blue ones.

"Then I welcome you my son to the Chevalier Order, may you honor the Heroes well." Officially being sworn into the Chevalier Order, the 14 year old's chest swelled with pride. It was in that moment, he truly dedicated his entire life's purpose to serving.

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Two years later, and Constance was next in line to hold his fathers rank, the highest rank, Grand Cross. It was an honor to be serving, even as an Apprentice for the time being. True to his words, Constance both followed his oath and enforced the laws he swore to. The only problem; the kingdom's Royal family and overall system of government as a whole did not see the constant breaking of law as a problem that required much of their attention. Time and time again, Constance would arrest and present those who broke the laws he devoted himself to upholding to the kingdom's court. More often then not, they would release the defiant with nothing more than a warning. Even his own father began to hold back on what he had sworn to enforce.

"Disobedient dogs will only remain harmless for so long, their feral and recreant ways will wreak havoc in this kingdom." Constance stated harshly to his father after watching yet another prisoner be released. This particular man stole from one of the Heroes' shrines and assaulted a knight during arrest. This man needed to be enlightened in the ways of correction, to be punished.

"They are not dogs son, they are people just as you and I. It is in our nature to make mistakes, sometimes a gentle and merciful hand is all someone needs to change." Merit responded in a soft tone, glancing to his son with loving eyes. Constance stared his father down, infuriated by his lack of understanding of the importance for the matter.

"We did not devote our lives to dishing tender loving care. I swore to serve in the name of justice, loyalty, and duty. My faith in the Heroes' ways has not faltered and I will give my life to serving in their name. Did we not take the same oath father, or have you forgotten what you stand for?" His tone was cold, his eyes stormier than usual as he spoke. A sigh was all Merit gave before he began to walk away, stopping several paces in front of Constance.

"You should smile more my boy, you would be surprised how far one can get you." With that, Merit disappeared and left Constance to stand alone outside of the court he took his oath in. Smile? What good, what effect, what impression did a smile give?
The love and respect he had for his father was unrivaled, but when had his father lost his way? What good was anyone if they could not serve through faith and the doing of good. His father's judgment was clouded with empathy for those who did not deserve it, he lacked seeing the necessary.

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A year later Merit was slain in the kingdoms Piazza. The man who killed him being the thief who was released the year before, again attempting to steal from the same shrine. When Constance had heard of his father's demise, he rushed to the now empty vessel of the person he loved. The sword Merit carried proudly was covered in crimson and embedded in his chest. The thief managed to escape and go into hiding while Constance found himself on his knees at the statues of his Heroes at a shrine in ruins outside of the kingdom.

"Why my father? He was a good man who served in your name." Tears poured from his clouded eyes as he remained in front of the statues for 3 days hoping to gain an answer from the beings of stone. Other apprentices, knights, and people of the kingdom who loved and respected his father came to offer him nourishment and to check on him. Each time, he turned them away uttering harsh words and returning his tear stricken face to the statues. Deranged and incoherent mumbles were what he uttered to the lifeless stone beings, all in the hopes of gaining understanding. By the time he crumpled from exhaustion and lack of sustenance, a being robed in white came to him as he lay awaiting death to free him of his misery.

"Why do you lay here and do nothing Purposed One?" The man spoke. Constance couldn't make out his features, the only thing he could see was the blinding white of the man's attire.

"There is no saving this land, it is has been lost to the filth that plagues man." He responded wearily, his tone laced in venom.

"Beaten so easily? What good are you to your oath shall you die here in cowardice." The being responded in indifference. Constance's head rose slightly, his eyes swirling with fury and wrath.

"Never will I defy my oath, I only surrender to the carnage destined for me before it can best me." His head lowered, and his eyes closed for just a moment before opening them again, as he tried to blink through his suffering to find clarity.

"The only thing destined for anyone is the promise of the reaping of what we have sewn. We all embody what we stand for, our actions reflecting such beliefs. What is it that you believe in?" There was a moment of silence that fell over the ruins. Constance knew exactly what he had believed in, but what did it matter, nobody else shared the same moral burden he was willing to stand for.

"Honoring the Heroes, honoring my oath." The words that Constance said aloud felt just out of his grasp, as if the honor he sought was unobtainable. "Are you saying I embody honor?" He asked with a slightly raised brow, the robed man beginning to walk away.

"You are what you believe." Was the last thing the man said to him before he disappeared just as quickly as he had come. It was after mulling over the robed man's words for a few hours did he stir from the shrine and return to the kingdom's court.

Walking into the court, a slight sway was evident in his walk as he refused succumbing to his sickened state. A crazed smile formed on his lips as he forced himself to stand the way any knight would before the King and nobles who sat, disciplined and ready for action. He demanded his father's former place, and with little debate, the court agreed to swear him into the position of Grand Cross. Taking only a few days to recover from his weakened state, he began his mission, starting with finding the thief who killed his father.

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It took Constance another 2 years before he found the man he was hunting, by then already acquiring his renown reputation. His public executions began to attract mass crowds, some of those who are in support of his actions, others who would protest his cruelty. When he finally got his hands on the thief, the man begged and pleaded for his life.

"Sir Constance, I beg you to spare me. I have changed for the better, I only ask for your mercy." The man was old, frail, and carried deeply sunken eyes. Constance's smile found its way to his face, the familiar malicious intent evident from the way he presented the grin, and spite that shined brightly in his eyes.

"I am sparing you, from yourself. You have indulged in the wickedness of man and let it poison your soul, and I will free you from such torment. First, however, you will be served with an appropriate punishment to atone for your crimes." With that, the thief was placed onto his knees with his hands forced out in front of him. Constance took those from him with a single forceful down motion of his sword, Merit's sword. "Do you recognize this blade? You used it to slay my father, where was your mercy for him? Do you not find it poetic to be tortured by the same weapon you wielded so carelessly?" The thief shrieked and cried as Constance circled him a few times, his smile not once wavering and his tone joyous..

"You're a monster!" The thief cried as he flailed helplessly on the ground.

"Of your making." Constance stated with a hint of rage before he instructed one of his knights to toss a torch down onto the man.

:0 Vim is amazing!!!

I can't wait to see our characters interact with one another, it should be interesting!

Why, thank you you very much :) I feel like I could've flesh him out more, but sometimes that comes with RPing. I do hope they interact well, since I made Vim particularly with Constance in mind. You can start any time you like, I'm again busy for the rest of today.

No, he seems perfect to me.

There are a few parts I wanted to flesh out more about Constance, but like you said, it really just comes out more, if not better, when you're actually RPing with the character.

No worries! <3

Sorry to hear that though, doesn't sound like much fun having power go in and out.

Urgh, yeah, it's quite irritating. But in my town it's pretty normal throughout winter, and we just got our first snow, so I was expecting it.