Prince Victus Thrax
Talk, talk, talk. Too much talk by nobles. The big questions aren't settled by the endless talk in the Assembly of Peers, but by steel in the hands of men worth a damn.
Description: An imposing and powerfully built man, Victus' hulking frame and the battle scars splashed across his handsomely chiseled visage lend him an intimidating countenance. Even those unfamiliar with the warrior's storied history can see the tales of his victories written on his face, and his powerful arms. Tall, with skin lightly tanned by time in the sun, dark brown hair and nearly-black eyes, the soldier would be hard pressed to appear approachable even if not for his perpetually unsmiling, grim features. Weighing a couple hundred pounds without an ounce of fat upon him, Victus looks like a man that could (and almost certainly did) kill with his bare hands.
Personality: Lord Victus Thrax knows full well where his talents lay, and they most certainly do not involve flowery speeches or clever schemes. A laconic warrior favoring (brutally) direct solutions to problems, Victus seems to represent the barbaric warrior stereotype that enemies of House Thrax decry. But he's not a truly bloodthirsty man; he simply sees no good reason to put his soldiers at risk by being foolishly merciful with defeated (but not helpless) enemies and his grimly simple outlook on the proper treatment of enemies colors his treatment of them off the field. A fiercely loyal soldier well aware of his own limitations, Victus knows he has neither the training nor the temperment for machiavellian political leadership or for limp-wristed diplomacy that caters to perfumed weaklings. Enemies of House Thrax have called Victus joyless or humorless, but that's not entirely true; give him a bloodied sword in hand, a vanquished enemy on the field, and the cheers of soldiers around him and Victus will be all smiles.
Since raising to his new position as Prince of the Maelstrom, Victus has shown marked change in how he deals with an everyday life. Complicated situations of rulership and those that deal with other individuals are more often handled with shockingly, a degree of diplomacy. Sometimes, even the barest hint of ‘tact’. The influence of his Valardin nee Grayson wife in encouraging leadership without an iron fist cannot be understated when it comes to matters of sovereignty.
Though that has not changed the fact that he is at his core a simple man, with no filter for softer language nor his true opinions when in the company of strangers and those he’s familiar with. Perhaps most surprising is the fact that he seems to have adopted his own sense of humor, though it’s cuttingly dry and often too blunt to be enjoyed by those who do not share its taste. Most improperly is when it spreads to making light-hearted mockery of nobility itself. He takes his responsibilities with grim seriousness and drive, but he is no stranger to indulging in the fact that his power and status allows him to say and do things of ridiculously gauche proportions without the consequence of having a head-of-house punishing such behavior.
Background: Lord Victus Thrax is the very embodiment of a warrior of House Thrax. As the illegitimate son of Prince Argus Thrax, Victus might have expected a difficult childhood, but he was nonetheless raised raised in the household of his uncle the Prince Donrai Thrax and suffered few of the hardships many bastards have come to expect. Not that he had a warm, loving environment. His famously cold and stern uncle ruthlessly cultivated the hard strength expected of a Thrax man in the young Victus as he raised him, but Victus surpassed even the unreasonable expectations set for him. During his late teens serving aboard Thrax vessels, Victus demonstrated both ferocity coupled with terrifying natural talent in skirmishes against the pirates that prey upon shipping in the Saffron Chain, earning the respect (and fear) of house soldiers. While Victus had extremely little patience for scholarly works at all and would never be accused of a keen natural intellect, he proved surprisingly alert on matters of strategy and distinguished himself in several field engagements. His uncle decided to trust the baseborn warrior with command of a full company of soldiers during the Rebellion of House Tyde which proved to be one of the better investments the high lord has made in recent times, as Victus personally slew House Tyde's lord on the field, led a charge that routed the rebel forces, and was the first one over the wall in storming the rebel redoubt. For his heroism in battle, Victus was raised up to Lord Victus of House Thrax, legitimizing him even if he still stood far down the line of succession. That suits the Lord Victus just fine, as politics bores him utterly and he has considerable mixed feelings about being sent to Arx to 'round out his rough edges' and 'culture him somewhat'. The high lord told Victus that he expects him to behave in Arx and learn how to solve problems without violence. Victus supposes there's a first time for everything for a veteran of scores of battles.
The trials and tribulations of Arx were much different than the hard and unforgiving life that Victus had grown accustomed to. Their difficulty however remained unchanged as a man with brutally simple solutions was forced to mingle with the complications of politics and social-living. Often times Lord Victus Thrax was butting heads with those of other, self-described ‘softer’ cultures and their nobility. Monotonous meetings were fortunately often broken with calls to action from Thrax as piracy across the Mourning Sea began to escalate in most peculiar (and often messy) ways.
Soon however, the course of Thrax would be changed forever in ways few would anticipate. Prince Donrai Thrax was found dead in the family’s estate within Arx, with the position of High Lord to be passed onto Prince Dagon Thrax, the rightful heir. Prince Dagon was a beacon of hope for those who wished to see Thrax’s age of cruelty and bloody warfare curtailed by a fair, just and honorable man. Those hopes were dashed by Victus’ ambition in the wake of his Uncle’s demise.
Lord Victus came forward with an unprecedented challenge for the seat of Thrax, which Prince Dagon accepted. The duel was won by Victus, leading to Dagon abdicating his inheritance and bending the knee to newly christened Prince Victus Thrax, High Lord of the Mourning Isles.
Prince Victus’ raise was respected by Thrax for his method of conquest, but met with outrage across the Compact. Much of the peerage refused to recognize Victus as the true ruler of Thrax, including those who led the other four Great Houses of Arvum. His first acts won him little popularity to discourage such views as he’d shown little in the way of maturing from a brutish warrior to bear the responsibility of his new station. Rebellion in the Isles was a palpable threat as well, but soon those who even seemed to be toeing the line of treason to their new ruler were met with swift and bloody ends.
But as days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years, Prince Victus underwent changes of his own. It wasn’t until after the Great Sinking, an event that left devastation through Thrax’s ranks as nearly all Thraxian vessels in Arx’s harbor were destroyed, did the ‘leader’ in Victus began to show through his grim visage. The tragedy was a cruel lesson that Victus was not unfamiliar with in his time growing up, perhaps marking the beginning of his understanding of this new political ‘battlefield’ he found himself in. As years since the infamous duel began to pass, the peerage’s tolerance of Victus grew. Soon, Thrax was accepting of their new High Lord as well. Polarizing acts such as the rights of Women being expanded to include them not only in inheritance but a place in Thrax’s military were drafted by his hand, as well as a reformation of Thralldom to begin eliminating exploitative practices used by Thrax for generations.
Though the future remains to be seen, Victus has shown the skills and initiative required by someone who leads their people, with even a mind toward a progression of Thrax’s society as a whole and a fairer hand than his predecessor’s. Perhaps he might leave something resembling an ‘honorable’ legacy after all. But there’s a long way yet to go.
|Aethan||A better high lord than many.|
|Agatha||Not sure there's all that much to be said about the Highlord talking about paperwork and blood and orifices that hasn't been said. But at least he properly values the importance of a good wrestling match when you need to get the GRRRRs out.|
|Agnarr||High Lord's still more or less the same as when I'd seen him first, except don't ever recall him owning a cat before. Makes better drinking company than most silks.|
|Aiden||His shark mask was very fitting and made me grin at seeing it. In fact it was so unique I was incredibly impressed by it. While he curses a lot and comes off as a strong presence, I'm eager to sit down with the Thraxian Prince and converse at some point.|
|Aislin||The High Lord of Thrax... though I first met him during Donrai's reign, first sparring in the training center, and then again when we traveled together to search out the fate of the former Legate of Concepts. It seems since taking the throne of Thrax, he's tried to learn diplomacy, and I actually think he may be turning into quite the competent leader.|
|Alaric||Victus' propensity for speaking his mind is well known, but what I think tends to get lost amidst other aspects of his large personality is that he absolutely refuses to quit. There is no 'give up' in the man, and if the Herald of Devastation somehow doesn't yet understand that doubtless he will in time.|
|Alarie||Fuck he's tall.|
|Aleksei||Well, we didn't murder each other! That's a start.|
|Amarantha||The High Lord has a very cute baby. I'm sad they both witnessed my ass kicking.|
|Amari||He is the Salt's Champion! A bit intimidating, but it would be disappointing if he wasn't.|
|Apollis||The High Lord is very observant and summed Echo up pretty succinctly.|
|Arcelia||That there is a man that can drink and get into a night! I met him first at my bonfire and he seemed enjoy all the wine and really get into the evening the moment I mentioned honoring Mangata.|
|Arianna||A strong man who leads a strong House. Respectable in every way, some might shy away from someone so unbridled but surely they are not me. I sense potential, perhaps he knows what I know about the happenings, perhaps I will have to illuminate him. Either way surely we will be working /close/ together.|
|Barric||An interesting man. High Lord of Thrax. Yet he acts different than most Royalty. I hope we get a chance to go drinking sometime so I can get to know him better.|
|Calaudrin||Hey, not a bad sort of guy. Took a beating by a bunch of people and didn't even really complain about it.|
|Caspian||He has to be the tallest man I've ever met. Also, he seems to be a down to earth man.|
|Christine||Well, he's nice enough, and a good drinker. Now let's see if we can make that party a thing...|
|Cirroch||He's my sort of man. He likes whiskey and large axes. Princess Sasha and I attended his surprise birthday party and I was happy to have met him.|
|Cristoph||I think I sort of like Victus. Maybe. Not sure. It was pretty funny that one time he dropped a teacup.|
|Dagon||My first re-meeting with the fearsome usurper saw him playing with a kitten and saving a princess. Something seems backward here.|
|Darren||I said before that I thought he'd do right by the Thrax and I stand by that now. There is a noticeable change in him since the siege, but only for the better in my opinion. Wars change you .. and wars where you're responsible for the lives and deaths of so many change you that much more. He remains one of the few people left in the city that I'd like to kick back and have a drink with, and I hope our friendship carries on.|
|Darrow||Victus was one of the few who could best the Knight of Sorrow in combat. They trained together in his early days within Arx, and he supported him when he bested Prince Dagon to succeed the throne.|
|Dominic||I saw him come out of his momma's hole. Have had his back ever since.|
|Dominique||He definitely seems to want to cause trouble.|
|Eleanor||A very large Thrax, that's what he is. But needs must, and on the bright side this situation does seem likely to require a very large response.|
|Eleyna||You can practically smell the scent of seawater drifting off of him and his scowls are just as fierce as have been rumored. Yet, he's far more clever than anyone gives him credit for. They hear the gruff tone, see the big blade, and let their assumptions take over as to what and who he is. I'm not sure if it's done that way on purpose, but I rather hope it is.|
|Fatima||The salt runs through his veins and he is everything a Thraxian High Lord should be. I look forward to seeing him lead us to victory again, and again, and again. I am all to glad to serve him and further his ambitions.|
|Ferrando||The shortest distance between two points is the path the High Lord takes to get from one to the other.|
|Freja||Not exactly what I expected, but in a good way. Can keep up with the drinking of a Bear and banter to boot.|
|Gian||He has risen high enough to be blunt and speak plainly. If such were not improper, I'd be jealous.|
|Gisele||To see the High Lord of Thrax in a Rite to Gloria was fearsome, and impressive. To see him cuddling a cat in the days after? Quite a different facet and a mark of how the Mother of Beginnings favours more complicated souls.|
|Harald||At last it seems the Highlord is growing into this new battlefield. Woe unto all enemies if the Isles are united behind him.|
|Ian||If anything, he's less comfortable in the life he's found himself in, here in Arx, than I am. But he's not hiding from it, like Duke Harald sometimes does, and he's not apologizing for who we are, like the Marquis. There's a lot to respect about that.|
|Jeffeth||A prince. But didn't strike me the same as the rest of the royalty I've met. A hard sort. A good sort.|
|Jordan||Note to self: High Lord angered when family members are groped or have untoward things done for. Maybe even if they're unmarried. Has scary axe. Stay out of the way, be reverent.|
|Joscelin||So when I first met him, I thought him a prig. I did for a long time after the Hair Incident. That being said ... I believe his little wife, the lovely Alarissa, has changed him for the better. A thousand small ways, but is it not the case for small bits of snow to begin the avalanche? Many small movements in a game of war to win it all? So while I'm not going to invite him over for scones any time soon, I daresay he's a different man, a better one, and I hope that this growth in character may even lead to a friendship someday. He's close to getting my respect, so... anything is possible, yes?|
|Josephine||He throws a very good dart. He probably throws it even better using his dominant hand.|
|Juliana||Harsh, coarse and somewhat crude. A Thrax's Thrax. No doubt exactly what is needed in this day. No doubt he will do exactly what is needed.|
|Katarina||Bastard of Maelstrom who carved out for himself a place upon the throne of the Isles through most interesting means, which Katarina respects as that is how she became royalty in her own lands. Two birds of a feather, perhaps, plus he has a rugged sort of charm.|
|Laric||However unconventional his crowning was, Victus Thrax has proven himself a capable leader for the Mourning Isles.|
|Magpie||Magpie never thought he'd have a conversation with the High Lord of Thrax, let alone *like* the man. He does though. Unlike most silks, Victus keeps it real and doesn't mince words. Magpie might actually find himself trusting the man if this trend continues.|
|Malesh||He's a loud man, which matches his reputation. A proud man too, but I think he's either changing or perhaps that was overstated. There was reason and some humility to his toast and that was pleasing to hear.|
|Marian||He's crude...not one to stand on ceremony. He seems to gartner the respect of his people. All signs for a good leader. We haven't interested much, much of my dealings have been with Count Darkwater and Prince Dominic but seems to be a man worth knowing.|
|Melinda||My High Prince, seems to have a good head on his shoulders, and he found me pretty, thats always nice|
|Mikani||I have to say that he might be one of the most intimidating men I have ever had to stand before. Not just because of his appearance mind but because he is a Thrax Prince. He didn't try to kill me, beat me, or otherwise assault me but I did get a bit chastised for apparently actually seeming a bit intimidated by him. All is well though and I'd like to meet him again and see more of who he is.|
|Mira||Terrifying! Crude! Very, very large! And I completely botched my introduction to him!|
|Mirari||Dour, strong, with a lot on his shoulders. Not bad for a Thrax. For a War Lord, and *the* Thrax. Mirari rather likes him.|
|Monique||A woman could cut herself to pieces on those rough edges, and do it with damnable joy. He'll get me in trouble, mark my words.|
|Mydas||Did admirably at the game, something that seems to have taken his fellow players by surprise. Well done, could not approve more.|
|Petal||What I mostly now about the high lord of Thrax is that he likes rum. The Thrax nobles order alot of dresses from me, but I don't think he ever will.|
|Reese||He seems like a serious man, which is possibly a good thing in a high lord. He has heard of me, which I find flattering. He talks with intelligence and control, also good things.|
|Roxana||In hearing others describe him this must be the High Lord Victus Thrax. His language would be considered 'unpolished' among Grayson and maybe among Malvici too, yet I'm sure among his own it barely warrants a blink. I'm sure he'd be interesting to speak with directly, I merely heard him speaking to others.|
|Saedrus||The first time I met Victus Thrax was in the Hundred Cities, long before he was High Prince of the Thrax. I cannot say a great deal has chanced other than our titles. He is a bearish man, with bearish tendencies who referred to me as not entirely pleasant things, but then I do not think I awarded him any kindness either. It is, less horrid now, and more amusing. I do not loathe the idea of seeing him now, at least.|
|Samael||He's a gruff man but he hosted me on his ship during the 1st Annual Compact Crew Race and that was an exciting race.|
|Samantha||Truth be told, we have very little to say that's complimentary about each other. I think he's a brute, he thinks I'm an imposter, but we both know the other acts in the best interest of our domains and the Compact. I'll give him this much; his taste in spouses is quite exemplary, even if his table manners aren't.|
|Sameera||Confident. Self assured. Has indicated she look at him directly when speakign with him. He does not take pleasure in the fact her own father forced her into thralldom by causing her to inherit her debt. He is, of sorts, what she knows just in a different way.|
|Saoirse||He won the battle at Setarco and had a round of drinks on Niccolo. He was sooty.|
|Sebastian||The High Lord. Impressive in combat and good natured drinking conversation.|
|Shard||The man has 'dangerous' written all over him, from head to foot, even before you start taking in the articles of station, or the small army that follows him around. He doesn't talk like I'd expect him to though. He talks like a soldier in the barracks. That doesn't make him any less dangerous, but it does make him seem more human than other nobles I've encountered. Someone to watch. Carefully.|
|Silas||The High Lord of Thrax is easier to understand and get along with than one would normally think. Silas discovered it is largely dependent on whether or not you're a moron.|
|Skapti||Reminds me more of a Bosun than a High Lord, in how he deals with people. In authority sure, and he expects to be obeyed, but he'd rather they get shit done than be a ponce and worry about how a thing is said. Oh, and he apparently beats people with other people. Can't fuckin' bloody forget that, now can we?|
|Sorrel||Serious and gruff, this man is in charge, perhaps unforgetably so. He roars, and yet there's also a sense of humor that seems buried inside. I find myself inspired to respect him and maybe a little intimidated.|
|Talen||A bastard, turned high lord. Funny, that. Talen's life is a living example of people from all walks finding themselves on a path to something wildly different. Victus is a blunt, simple man on the surface and perhaps that's why people often misjudge his ability to manoeuver. Not that he can do it all alone, he'll have to have allies. Just like Thrax and Velenosa stand side by side, Talen imagines he'll be doing more of the same with Victus in the future. War is coming from every direction, after all.|
|Tallius||Wow, a High Lord of Thrax with a cat clawing up onto his shoulder? That's..interesting. I wonder if it swims.|
|Tarik||He likes to drink. I have drunk too much to know what he does. His cousin also arrived and she likes to drink too. He seem to be another one of the jovial nobles who likes to have a good time. If all the people of thrax enjoy a good drink like him, then we are going to have one grand party when RedRain and Thrax houses are joined in marriage|
|Tesha||Judging him by any standard I might have seems foolish; like judging a fish for how well it can fly. He is as he needs to be for the Thrax and such is an object lesson to any who would have dealings with the family.|
|Theron||The current Admiral of the Compact and a man who gave us our first direct victory against the Marinites. He has stories that are of interest to me, as I seek to find ways to combat our foe in common, and prevail despite the horrors untold that they may unleash upon us. It is not fear that will stop me -- it is ignorance. And I must address that. He is a wellspring of such information in addition to being a respectable, fearsome warrior.|
|Thistle||A strange man but I find his blunt nature endearing. If I wouldn't be hanged for it, I might consider stealing his cat.|
|Tikva||I have now seen the High Lord in person. He was both grumpy and forthright and swore like a sailor, which makes sense, because he is! It must be hard for him, leveraged so high. I wonder what he sought the Lord of Love for tonight.|
|Torian||The man knows darts shouldn't be done sober. Probably the most welcome Silk in the Murder, if I were to tally my boys about it.|
|Wash||He says fuck a lot. Does he do it more or less after he's drunk. I want to find out.|