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Escaflowne was born and bred in his hometown of Delucia located in the foreign lost lands. When he was very young his mother Synthiaflowne from the northern savage tribe was slain from an assault launched by the city of dead. For many years the defenders of Delucia and the savage tribe have fought side by side against this undead threat from the north, for both of their survival; even paladins have rallied to the cause and settled in Delucia.
Esca grew up only knowing his father Clarcaflowne who is the owner of the stables at Delucia and a grand beastmaster at that!
Escaflowne followed in his father's footsteps to become a beastmaster and as the eldest child received the family hierloom bearmask which Esca wears to this day and never removes!
Escaflownes first task from many to come to be a great beastmaster was to travel into the caverns of the Delucian volcano and tame a beast! But he did not tame a beast, he tamed two and returned to his father with a pair of hellcats, Battlecat & Panthor; his two most loyal companions which he travels with even today.
When Escaflowne turned 16 he left Delucia behind as he set off on his final test to become a beastmaster. He travelled far and wide through ancient and foreign lands until his journy came to an end on Ice Island. He approached an icy cavern where from within a great white wyrm emerged in all her glory, Aryn the Frostweaver! After what seemed an endless struggle, stretching on for days, Esca finnaly managed to tame the mighty beast and his path of becomming a legendary beastmaster was now over....
Escaflowne was now 18 years of age, wanting to prove his potetial and put his skills to use. He had heard of the fight for freedom occuring in Vesper, and with Delucia being free from the king's grasp; Esca was born free. So his destination was set and the journy taken where he arrived in Vesper to join the might that is the Vesper militia. For many years now has Escaflowne served the militia, heading into his late thirties soon he will be. He worked his way up the ranks and finally he gained the reward of being the captain of the Vesper militia.
After many years of service being the head of Vesper's military, Escaflowne decided to try his hands in politics and fight for freedom through the power of words. He ran in the elections for Chancellor of the Republic and won, becoming the leader of Vesper for a 6 month reign. Once his reign was up and a new chancellor was elected, Esca took on the role of Envoy; and put in charge of foreign relations where he took on the world of diplomacy.
Once Esca had spent a good amount of time as envoy, he decided to retire from military and political service for a while; spending alot more time with Gwen Irima of the Trinsic Rose. Eventually Escaflowne proposed to Gwen and has spent the last year away from these lands for some quality time with his fiancee.
Now Escaflowne has returned and created the Hand of Chaos, an organisation dedicated to spreading the principle of Chaos throughout the land.
The name Escaflowne is a foreign name as he reigns from Delucia. But it is really two names in one; Esca Flowne, Flowne is the family name.
There is a little bit about my history. Many beleive i am just an insane bear hell bent on the destruction of the world as they misinterprit Chaos. This is far from the truth.
I am a man of culture! I actually write poetry and books about the creatures of Sosaria in my spare time! Here are my works of poetry to read if your interested. (Yes all of these were actually written by myself over my time in UO)
Volume 1
The Breath of Winter
The snow was white,
The day was cold,
There she lay,
A beast of old.
In a cave next to the sea,
I Froze as her beauty stunned me.
With wings spread like sails,
She stood tall in the icy gale.
Reflecting the sun with her great white scales,
Covering her body to the tip of the tail.
And if you travel to Ice Island,
She can be seen in the skies flying.
Watching over the creatures below,
So brave, so noble, with a pure white glow.
Her eyes shimmer blue and breath numbing to feel,
With razor sharp claws of glacial steel.
Aryn the Frostweaver is her name,
A great white wyrm that feels no pain.
And so about her this poem i told,
Never have i met a being so bold.....
Some big, some small,
But yet all stand tall.
With many colours in sight,
Brown, black and white.
Scattered across the landscapes of Sosaria,
These mighty beasts show no fear,
Surviving harsh climates without any gear.
From climbing the snowy moutain peaks,
To foraging the forest floors for grubs to eat.
These creatures make many places their beds,
Sometimes even on people's heads.
Incase you know not yet of what beast i speak,
I talk of ones with claws on their feet,
With fury hides and sharp teeth to eat.
Bears afterall are such brave creatures,
With many inspirational features.
A city of freedom, a city of wealth,
A great city within itself.
Fairness, equality and freedom it stands for,
Free'd from the royalist shackles it once bore.
A city of bridges, a city of trade,
A city that prospers to this day.
Goods and supplies come in from across the land,
Even from as far as the southern sands.
A city of culture, a city of opportunity,
A city where free people come together in unity.
Within dwells folk from all around,
A sense of place in Vesper they have found.
A city of tradition, a city so grand,
A city surrounded by lush, rich land.
Forests, moutains and fertile ground,
With endless resources to be found.
A city of strength, a city of pride,
A city with a hardened militia by its side.
With magic and steel they fight to protect,
Standing their ground against countless threats.
A city with passion, a city with soul,
A city with ambitious goals.
A city filled with roles and duty,
This truly is Vesparian Beauty.
From the ore to the forge,
Magnificent arms and armor to be wore.
Sometimes to supply the cruelty that is war,
But many causes are worth fighting for.
A life by the hammer he leads,
With rough, coarce hands that sometimes bleed.
Meeting steel with steel,
Forging mighty blades that are sharp to feel.
Going head on with moutains using shovel and pickaxe,
Filling his horses packs to the max.
Gathering ore as he goes,
Smelting it down until it glows.
Shaping the metal to his design,
Creating equipment so very divine.
Applying polish to make it shine,
Craftmansip like this takes alot of time.
Only a true blacksmith can make gear so refined,
By using his heart, passion, soul and his mind.
He works long and hard on many days,
May the forge be with you always....
Born from the ashes, a flame is lit,
Of a creature so pure, an aura of heat it emits.
A beast that burns with an intensity so extreme,
That shines brighter than a powerful sunbeam.
A bird of beauty, a bird of prey,
A bird with gorgeous colours gay.
A bird that looks like it just stepped out of a dream,
The Phoenix really does reign supreme.
Alot of people share a burning desire,
To see this magnificent bird's soul of fire.
Lighting even the deepest darkness,
Viewable even with blindness.
Releasing sparkling embers as it moves,
With a gallant cry that gently soothes.
Spreading its great wings preparing to inflict,
The wonderful sight that is the flight of the Phoenix.
Towering above the lush forests of Yew,
The rest of the trees they outgrew.
They stand sturdy and true,
Waiting patiently with a gorgeous brown hue.
Sometimes you can hear their whispers travel,
But often drowned out by the sound of battle.
At times you can even hear the crash of one hit the floor,
Used to fuel the fires of war.
How can such magnificence be ignored,
Just to make a few bloody boards.
This is nature in its strongest form,
With breathtaking beauty that will take you by storm.
Helping the woods to florish,
They are the shepards of the forest.
Oh what a wonderful view,
The great trees of Yew.
Bonfire of Emotion
You walk in the door and i'm blown away,
You caught my eye, I'm not going to lie,
Gwen your looking so stunning today.
Could it be that when the wind blows,
Your gorgeous hair just naturally flows,
Or could it be that breath taking face?
Now my heart is starting to race.
It is you for whom i long,
These feelings have become so strong,
You give me such a burning desire,
My love for you is a raging fire.
You are my addiction thats for sure,
Your tender lips are the only cure,
Your beauty glimmers and shines just like the ocean,
Gwen you light me up like a bonfire of emotion.
Waterfall of Love
Gwen for long time now i've wished we were together,
through the days and nights,
Even in the stormy weather,
My love for you shines bright.
I burn with a passion for you like an eternal flame,
Everytime i close my eyes i call your beautiful name,
Yearning for you to be by my side,
I am drawn to you like a strong tide.
You are a beauty in it's purest form,
That takes my heart by storm.
When your around i find it hard to breath,
I die a little inside every time you leave.
These feelings for you overwhelm me like a flood,
That rains down on me from above,
Just like a waterfall of love.
Divine Beauty
Gwen you are a flower that ever blooms in my heart,
You are a beacon of attraction that guides me through the dark,
It is like you fell from the heavens as pure as a dove,
Gwen my love, you are a gift from above.
Its as if you stepped out of a dream,
Your voice stalks me like a whisper in the wind,
You radiate with a beauty so supreme,
I feel like i've been struck down by a sun beam.
Your beautiful eyes pierce my soul,
Sending shivers down my spine,
This love for you i cannot control,
I worship you like a shrine.
Your angelic aura glows bright,
Shining intensely ever in the moonlight,
Loving you is my duty,
You truly are divine beauty.
Lust is a Sin (Similar to Divine Beauty, i usually make multiple forms of one poem trying to improve it).
Gwen you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen,
It is as if you have stepped out of a dream.
Your beauty is a beacon that guides me through the night,
I now beleive in love at first sight.
Everyday i long to be in your loving arms,
I am but a slave to your irresistable charms.
Oh Gwen how i lust for those tender lips,
You make me quiver right down to the hips,
No words can express what you mean to me,
Blinded by our love i fail to see,
That i am the luckiest bear alive to have you by my side,
A love like this we can never divide.
Your beautiful voice stalks me like a whisper in the wind,
Please forgive me Gwen for i have sinned,
My lust for you grows stronger with each passing day,
This love for you i could never betray,
For you are so gorgeous and elegantly divine,
Oh i beg you Gwen, lay with me till the end of time....
The Proposal (Similar to Waterfall of love, decided to turn it into a proposal poem instead.
For a long time now we have been together,
Through the days and nights,
Even in the stormy weather,
Our Love shines bright.
I burn with a passion for you like an eternal flame,
Everytime i close my eyes i call your beautiful name,
Yearning for you to be by my side,
I am drawn to you like a strong tide.
Everyday it is you i long to see,
To my heart you are the key,
Without you i would cease to be,
Gwen my love you complete me.
You are a beacon of attraction,
I cannot explain my love for you in words,
Instead i will with an action, in which i humbly await your reaction.
So as i get down on one knee,
I ask you Gwen, will you marry me?
I have also written a poem about the Hand of Chaos which i will share with you all.
Chaos shall Prevail
Following the teachings of Blackthorn,
A great man who tried to bring about a new dawn,
With our efforts, chaos will be reborn,
And we will protect it with an Ironfist,
All we want is to co-exist.
The Kingdom embodies Tyranny,
Lacking the presence of equality,
Enslaving minds with virtuous chivalry,
No one can live like this peacefully,
So we will take a stand against this brutality,
This criminality of denying the people a personality,
Because the land needs the diversity of individuality!
We march fourth with a steel drum,
To bring freedom to the Kingdom,
For it’s people we will defend,
As we combat tyranny to the bitter end.
Across the lands we shall spread the principle of chaos,
The seas we shall sail and mountains we shall cross,
As we embark on our heroic tale,
Chaos shall prevail.
I am also a charitable man that does his part to help those in need.
I have escorted many citizens around the land to keep them safe.
Myself and the Hand of Chaos went to West Vesper/Minoc to repair the damages and aid those hurt and hungry after the crimson dragon attack the other week.
We also travelled the lands punishing criminals and into the orc caves to rescue any prisoners they had.
At last but not least, The Hand of Chaos ventured into the depths of Britain Sewers to clear out the infestion of creatures that dwell within. At the bottom of the sewers we found a huge war band of orcs. This is a threat to national security! It will need to be dealt with by the new Lord Protector, whomever wins.
Conclusion
I am not a lawless bandit, nor do i commit animal cruelty as many will have you beleive; i am a beastmaster and for all of my life i have respected and studied the creatures of Sosaria. I go through life following principles, i am an honourable man, a man of reason. Many of you will think otherwise because of my beleif in Chaos.
I have been a freedom fighter most of my life! I am a man that is willing to FIGHT for what i beleive in! A man who won't give up at the first sign of trouble or when the going gets tough!
If you vote for me as Lord Protector i will do just the same for you! I will put the same effort into fighting for and defending your beleifs! And i will put my life on the line to protect you!
I hope now that you know me a little better! The last round of voting is tomorrow (Monday) at 8pm - 9pm GMT/UK Time. I sincerely hope you will vote for me and i thank everyone that has supported me so far! Win or lose you have my eternal gratitude!
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