This might also end up compiling edits people have made to the profiles outside of the eulogies too? But mostly this is to compile the eulogies in on place for my own sanity.
The man who would be king rose from nothing. The son of a cultist, raised through the military, born again in battle and guile, that young man suffered terrible loss early in his life. He swore he would never trust, never love again. True to his word, he played every angle, used every side and every faction there was, slaying all who could stop him until the crown was on his head. That man had a grand dream: he dreamed, as all good kings do, for the salvation of his people. But the toxicity of his sins and the weight of his crown was such that dream was lost. Practical matters came to be: his people needed vengeance, and so he went to war. Those he betrayed demanded vengeance, and so he isolated himself. Those he commanded fared vengeance, and so they betrayed him.
It was into this world the man who would become Mad King was truly born.
But there's more to a man than his circumstances. Combat is a language in of itself. It's intense, and it can tell you a lot more about a person than words alone. And in Gangrel's case, it made him completely come to life. Every time he fought, even if he was distracted or upset by something else, he was eager and passionate. If you slowed down for even a moment, he'd barrel you over. And when it was over, he'd almost always look pretty satisfied with himself, win or lose, like it took him back to something simpler. Maybe even something fun.
Was the man a tyrant or a soldier? A madman or a dreamer? Ruthless or measured?
As with many men, love revealed the truth of things. The Mad King, against all odds, found a woman who would accept him for his faults, and better him for his shortcomings. He found friends and comrades once more, and his heart melted just a little more each day. And by the time that king had crowned his beloved queen, they had broken the cycle of vengeance.
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GANGREL (written post week 6 by SILVER and ELDA)
It was into this world the man who would become Mad King was truly born.
But there's more to a man than his circumstances. Combat is a language in of itself. It's intense, and it can tell you a lot more about a person than words alone. And in Gangrel's case, it made him completely come to life. Every time he fought, even if he was distracted or upset by something else, he was eager and passionate. If you slowed down for even a moment, he'd barrel you over. And when it was over, he'd almost always look pretty satisfied with himself, win or lose, like it took him back to something simpler. Maybe even something fun.
Was the man a tyrant or a soldier? A madman or a dreamer? Ruthless or measured?
As with many men, love revealed the truth of things. The Mad King, against all odds, found a woman who would accept him for his faults, and better him for his shortcomings. He found friends and comrades once more, and his heart melted just a little more each day. And by the time that king had crowned his beloved queen, they had broken the cycle of vengeance.
And Plegia rode into its new Golden Age.