Duke Edmund T Wellington (Monarch) and (Lord of War)

Weight: 155

Apparent Age: 55

Archetype: Mercenary (King of the Caribbean League)

Preferred Weapon: Tommy Gun/English Long Sword

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 Bio: Well this old mercenary hails from England and has worked the shadows all over Great Britain for many a generation. This man has become what the the English refer to as the Lord of War or the Bringer of Death, He is has fought in many of the bloodiest battles that have ever been fought within modern Europe. Some of these battles legend states he has personally started only so he can capitalize and reap the rewards, ever increasing his personal bank account and his iron grip upon his domain. This man is actually part of the monarchy and can trace his royal blood back all they way to the earliest days of England’s history, and since the fall of Parliament back in 2025. England might still have elected officials, but they have held very little power and have once again given rule to the monarchs. The people of Great Britain, are amiss about how they actually feel about once again being under the rule of the royal family with Parliament being nothing more than a façade.

        Though as the years go by the royals are slowly loosing their grip as the people work to restore the failed Parliament, though their are some nobles that refuse to let go of their birth right and the Monarch is one of those men. The English system is in chaos, especially with multiple assassinations, the damaging work of Donald Greenspan, The Governor and others that have manipulated a broken system for generations. All of this has led to a collapse long before the Deaths Hand entered the fray, the royals trying to grasp control, the dignitaries trying to maintain law and order and the people left in the lurch and divided between tradition and progress.

      Well by the time the Elves attacked English soil, the final straw was placed on the camels back and Parliament couldn’t bare the weight any longer and before a full collapse they bowed out and restored control to a small list of nobles that remained. Well during those early days, the English where not ready for a full restoration of the Monarchy and even within the nobility they couldn’t stand as one and would bicker amongst each other as how to properly handle the invasion and impending war. This is where the Monarch stepped up and grabbed the reigns and took the countries defence onto himself. The Monarch was a well respected member of the Royal Army and served as part of the Royal Guard for many a year, this man felt that he knew what was best for England and how to properly defend against an unknown enemy. He took lessons from history and modified tactics from some of histories best generals and leaders, to formulate a counter defence that some would see as suicide and lunacy but for the Monarch he knew it would throw the enemy for a loop and they would not expect a return to classic warfare and under the rule of the Monarch the elvish invasion of England would only last for a short six months and they would be pushed back to the Tir Na Nog, with only small skirmishes every so often springing up.

      The problem was that during this time the English monarchy and the collapsing Parliament would begin fighting amongst each other and the people would once again be left in the lurch as to a established form of government. This bickering was exactly what the Monarch needed to begin his plan, he knew that the parliament would never again have the power to stop the nobles from claiming control, and the royals would never be able to properly govern a nation they have never ruled in practice. This left a void that needed to be filled and this void was the Monarch, he would seize control over many of England’s counties as per his birth right. He held the title of Duke and since many of the bordering counties to his where without a monarch he would have the right to absorb them into his domain and no one could stop him. This was all legal as Parliament signed the Articles of Noble Right in 2030 and thus surrendering there full control and passing it back to the nobles. Though the article was repealed in 2040 under the restoration of Parliament Act of 2040. Though the damage had been done and the Lord of War would have a solid grip over his people, that he would be able to maintain his land as his and snub his nose at the politicians and fake nobles in Parliament. This is how even though England once again had an elected government it still was under the rule of a handful of power hungry monarchs and King and Queen that where powerless to stop them. The royal family was as well suffering fighting from within and would eventually come crumbling down do to actions of the Commandant, Ratchet and the Governor. England was set to explode in on itself, as Parliament was facing down a country that had been divided back into baronies and each town once again had an Earl ruling and imposing their own will. A royal family that was nothing more than a figure head and a parliament that was once again being torn apart from the inside.

        The Monarch was smart enough to know that only war would reunite the people and he would once again propagate a war. He would use this propaganda and fear to once again engage the elves this time within Northern Ireland, the land that was historically part of England and he knew the Duke there was already struggling to maintain control of his land. This war would once again unite the bickering nobles and cause the people to rally around the Union Jack. He knew British pride was easy to exploit and the people would be looking for protection from the nobles, and he was correct. This propagated war, caused the people to just fall in line and accept their new fate, parliament basically lost all it’s power and England was once again under proper rule. Though for the Monarch as brilliant a mastermind he is, he never foresaw the Deaths Hand and in all his manipulating he accidental allowed the Deaths Hand sleeper agents to slip into Scotland and Wales. This was a death knell to his ultimate plan, he needed the nobles to fear him, he needed the nobles to just fall in line. Though once the Deaths Hand got involved the Monarch was forced to alter his game plan and instead of creating fake wars, and manipulating the system to his advantage he was forced to go to war against the Deaths Hand in order to spare Scotland and Wales.

       Well history tells us this battle was bloody and ugly as the Deaths Hand don’t give up easily and they are unrelenting in their attacks. The Lord of War was eventually forced to retreat and surrender to the Deaths Hand, the Monarch sat and watched as many of his friends and allies where crucified, hung or worse under the rule of the Deaths Hand, he watched as all his work in creating fear would backfire as the people fearing the Hand like they did the Lord of War just fell in line. The Monarch now feared that he also doomed England to the same fate and he would one day be nailed too a cross like the nobles of Scotland and Wales, but what he didn’t know was the European Legion was hard at work undermining everything he had built up and was secretly allied with the False Flag and the NAN over in North America. He didn’t know that his comrade Duke Errol Huntingdon was actually part of the Tir crown and had long forgone his British title. For the Monarch everything was crumbling around him and he felt that he had laid the foundation and this was all his doing.

        The Lord of War in attempt the ease his conscience focused his efforts on restoring the Parliament and giving warnings of a possible Deaths Hand invasion in the future. Though his warnings would fall on deaf ears, this man would be repaid with an arrest warrant, and he would be forced to flee from London and return back to Yorkshire where he knew his subjects would protect him from the English authorities while he formulated another strategy. This is when the Monarch would come face to face with the Governor on a stormy night in July of 2045 the Monarch welcomed the pirate into his manor house and the two enter the Lord of Wars office and after many hours of discussion the two would emerge shake hands and the Governor would leave the Monarchs home. What was said is not known, but what happened shortly after would leave England reeling, The Lord of War would amass his forces and march directly into London Town, his men welcomed as fellow Englishman but these men had orders from their supreme commander to do the unthinkable. They marched directly to Parliament and Buckingham Palace and by force ceased control of these locations. The Lord of War was not going to allow England to fall to any enemy and he was not going to allow the Deaths Hand to cease control with ease. He was invading London and he was going to cease control himself and insert himself as the new King of England.

      This attack started off going as planed and he had taken London by surprise and had officially placed the crown and the ring on grabbed the sceptre and ceased control. By this point English solider’s where fighting each other and the country was ready to erupt in an all out civil war, the Monarch knew that this would only weaken England and speed up the Deaths Hands plan of attack. He once again pleaded to the people and the soldiers to just fall in line and accept his rule, for he knew what was best for all of England. This would once again fall on deaf ears and the Monarch would once again be forced to watch the country he loved so be torn asunder. The other problem he was facing was he was now standing directly in the way of the European Legion, this is where the Monarch would almost come to an untimely end. With the country divided and the people warring amongst each other the Monarch would be forced to draw a line in the sand and begin to fully engage the rebels as he called them. Thus making him very unpopular amongst the people, not like the Lord of War was very much liked anyway. He would also take to the battlefield like many Kings before him, this is where the Monarch proved himself as a master of battle and showed his true might. Rebellion after Rebellion was being quashed at the hands of the Monarch, and slowly London was falling in line as the rest of England sat silently and watched as the Monarch butchered solider and citizen alike.

      This would led to the dark day in 2050 when the last shots of the outbreak where ceased and the Rebellion would officially come to a close. The treaty was signed and the stage was set for the beheading of the rebellions leaders. The guillotine was primed and ready to drink the condemned’s blood. The Monarch sat on the stage in the cities square, the first condemned was placed in the bladed lady, he gave the signal and the blade came crashing down severing the head the body flipped into a wicker coffin and the head placed on a awaiting pike as blood ran down the steps as the people looked on in both horror and excitement. As the morbid cheers roared from the crowd the executions continued one by one the blade removed heads from necks and after the tenth and final execution. The wicker caskets stacked neatly five by five high as blood ran down the sides, the faces of the condemned all with expressions of shock, horror and sadness one of the severed heads eyes was even glancing towards its former body as the life faded from it. The Monarch rose to address the crowd and as he rose from his throne a thunderous crack could be heard echoing throughout the square and the Monarch would crumble foreword clenching his chest. A snipers bullet had pierced the chest of the Lord of War, and the King of England had fallen. The people stood in shock and awe, as the Monarchs guards and men rushed the stage covering his body with jackets as they quickly began working on him to save the Kings life. He was rushed away as the police worked to secure the scene, and search for the sniper.

        For the English people might not have liked the Monarch, but those that wore the uniform were sworn to protect this man as he was the King and his possible assassin would need to be captured and brought to justice. Well for the Monarch his life was fading as he was mortally wounded and only through magical healing where they able to stabilize him. Though he was not out of the woods yet a bullet had tore across his heart and he was in dire need of surgery to remove the fragments that remand in his system. His heart was pumping the bullet shards through his veins and tearing them asunder. The magic would heal the wounds only to be damaged again as his heart struggled to beat, he was coughing up blood and bleeding internally. Even the master doctors and surgeons on scene had given up, saying that it would better to let him pass on then try to save him. This is when the Monarch would meet the Governor for the second time, the infamous pirate would bust into the the surgical ward guns drawn and followed by many of his men. They ordered the doctors and nurses to the ground as they where taking the patient, many of the frighted medical staff laid down in submission but one. A young women that stated you can not move him, he will die otherwise. The Governor looked at the young doctor and stated well “If you can keep him alive, then your coming with us. If he dies, you die understood!” the young doctor just nodded her head and the Governors men started wheeling the Lord of War out of the Surgical ward. The Monarch was in and out of consciousness and was struggling to breath as tubes where coming out of many different places and he felt as if he was drowning then the tube sticking out his chest would fill with blood, only to go back into his body from another location. The Doctor was a young hermetic magi and she maintained physical contact with the Monarch her hands warm with the glow of magic as she drained herself to heal the Lord of War. Out of the hospital the Governor and his men raced, security rushing to the aid of the doctors where gunned down as they neared. The alarms in the hospital ragged on as they approached the exit doors. As the doors flew open there was an awaiting ambulance and the Falconer standing there sword in hand drenched and dripping blood as he just looked at the Governor and said “My Lord, we must evacuate now.” The Governor looked around to see a dozen butchered police, and just barked load him up. The Doctor was taken aback by all the violence and killing, but she stayed with her patient knowing her life depended on it. The rear doors slammed shut and the ambulance tore off avoiding incoming squad cars.

          They drove around London for a long while, the Monarch would begin to seize, and go into the thralls of a cardiac event. The doctor raced to offset the cardiac arrest and maintain the healing spell. She was sweating and growing physically exhausted as she worked on the dying Monarch, eventually the Ambulance came to a stop and the rear doors flew open again. by this point she was straddled on the stretcher with her hand physically inside the Lord of Wars chest manipulating his heart with her hand as she cast her magic. All looked bleak for the Monarch as he was rushed out of the Ambulance as he begin to suffer the death rattles and everyone knew that they where loosing him. The Governor reached into his pocket and struck the Monarch with an unknown drug from an auto injector and the Monarch just seemed to relax. The doctor kept working as they wheeled him into a private room with a large medical tank ready and awaiting the Monarch. Silence fell across the room as no one bothered to waist time speaking and the Governor’s staff just moved with precision as they started hooking the Monarch up to various tubes and breathing apparatuses, and then they pulled the doctor off of the Monarch, she screamed as they held her. As her hands left contact with the Monarch his body lurched forward and he began to flat line, his eyes rolled back and death was consuming him as he was being lowered into this odd greenish blue liquid. Till he was fully submerged and left to float there like something out of a science fiction movie. The Governor approached a old keyboard and monitor and began flourishly typing on the keyboard.

        By this point the doctor calmed down and was placed in a near by chair. The Governor turned to her and told her that she would have to forget everything she saw here and that if she ever spoke about anything she would be dealt with. She nodded in agreement, the two made small talk as the machine worked it’s programming and began healing the Monarch. The Governor would come to find out this young women was not just a normal magi, and that she is not officially a doctor. She was at the executions earlier, and when the Monarch was struck down she knew she would never be able to get close enough to heal him, So she played doctor. She risked everything cause the Monarch was her father, tears began to fill her eyes as she told her story and explained that her mother was chamber maid who he had an affair with. She knew her place was below the stairs and his was above and thus he shall never know of his daughter. She explained that her mother had recently passed and on her death bed, she gave her a brooch that the Monarch had given her. The dying women’s last words “where go now, go to your father.” as the life slipped from her and she went limp.

       The cold Governor was even slightly moved by this story, but he said not a word as he stood and walked towards the young doctor who had reviled her name to be Nancy. The Governor just yanked a few hairs from her head and as Nancy yelped he said “Now I verify your story young lady.” You better hope you spoke the truth or I will gut you like a fish and feed you to the sharks. Nancy stared into the Governors good eye and said only “Test it, if you must” She sat there calmly as the Governor ran the tests to verify her story, when he was given the green light he he knew she was who she claimed to be. As the Monarch remained in the tube, Nancy and the Governor would converse and he would eventually take her out of the medical bay and show her that she was actually aboard his flag ship and they where out somewhere in the Atlantic. She just stared out in awe and yet was somewhat at ease amongst the cut-throats and killers. By the time the Monarch was ready to exit the healing tank, the ship was about to make landfall in Miami.

        Once they made landfall the Governor being taken by this young woman’s beauty asked her to stay on board as his medical chief. Nancy agreed and they would eventually be married. Nancy would not remain aboard the Governor’s vessel for a life at sea would end up being to much for this young women and she would eventually open a tavern in a few ports of call just named “The Harbour Cafe” they remain married today but more on Nancy at anther point. When the Monarch would be removed from his healing tube, his skin slick with the thick liquid, he was bloated and his skin was hairless like a baby. He gasped for air once the re-breather was removed and like a baby he just started crying, till he was able to cough up the blobs of slimy matter that filled his chest and stomach. The Governor just stood over him, the Monarch was curled up on the floor naked as a jay bird looking up at the man who had saved his life. He English modesty took over as he tried to cover his privates and blushed like a teenager, the Governor just spoke to him again the extent of the conversation is unknown as the only two in the room during the exchange where the Monarch and the Governor.

        Eventually the two men emerged from the medical bay, the Monarch was wearing simple clothing and still struggled to walk as he hadn’t moved in months. The two where meet by Nancy and the Governor just left the two alone to speak, the Monarch just stared at her blindly, saying I guess I owe you a thank you for saving me. Nancy “Your welcome, but actually our meeting was not by chance. Monarch looked at her puzzled as she continued, My Mother was a chamber maid in your home in Bathe. the Monarch just stopped her at this point, If you are going to claim to be my daughter stop as I have no children, your mother was barren when I slept with her. Nancy began to tear up and reached into her pocket revealing the brooch he had given his mistress. A gold sun with many rare jewels encrusted on it, and his personal coat of arms and monogram emblazoned in the centre. she spoke you gave this to my mother, and on her death bed she gave this to me. The Monarch just looked at the brooch and then again at Nancy, back at the Brooch and again at Nancy. He said “Well that bloody wench lied to me, guess I am your father. What do you want now a medal.” Nancy taken aback by his tone and callous nature stated “Actually Lord of War, I want a Father. You are my father (as her voice began to raise in defiance) and I don’t care that you where never there. You never knew about me, thats how things were, your upstairs and she was downstairs.” You seemed to care enough about her to give her a brooch that would have given her a new life if she sold it, you might never have known about me then. But in her death she wanted me to come to you.” The Monarch just looked at her coldly and said well my Daughter, I will be your Father. That’s the least I can do for you saving my life. He then turned and started walking towards the Governor’s cabin, Nancy just stared at her father walking away, and said well that went better then I expected.

         Well the Monarch would eventually be given clothing, equipment and a new identity and he would walk down the gangplank and vanish into the shadows of North America. The only other time he would see his daughter was when she married the Governor as he would walk her down the aisle and give her away. Other then that the Monarch really hasn’t been around his daughter but he also has been a very busy man, as the Lord of War has emerged her in the UCAS and he hasn’t missed a beat. War in the states is a daily occurrence and this man has had his greedy little hands in each one. and has managed to even steal control over the Caribbean League. How he did this, well through war and an iron fist, the League is his new home, but that doesn’t stop this monster from crossing over into the CAS and UCAS to reap the benefits of war, and throw his hat into the ring. He has made an alliance with Scimitar of the Confederates as well as agreeing to aid the Confederates with Aztlan if they give him New Orleans. An accord had been struck and the League joined the fight against the False Flag in 2065 and the Caribbean is once again under English rule and law.

        This man has become a serious threat to any who dare to engage him in battle and he possess some very strange paranormal abilities, that seem to be a trend with anyone who has ever been helped by the Governor. This man’s fleet and forces continue to pound the Aztlan shores as the Monarch has no love loss for the Spanish domestics. He has been in control of the League for almost a decade now and under his rule the League is becoming more proactive and growing in size and their economy is flourishing. Though he disbanded the leagues government and had all the prior leaders executed and placed himself as supreme ruler. The League now has a monarchy and the Lord of War is the King, under his rule the Leagues citizens don’t have to worry about civil wars, piracy, and invasion. He has brought back the olden British uniforms and has re-established the League as a British colony. Though only on paper, as he will never align with the European Legion and will do whatever he can to bring it crashing down.

       Just because the Lord of War is running a nation that doesn’t mean he doesn’t travel. This man thrives on war and will go to any lengths to spill blood and cause pain and suffering. He is using the war against the False Flag as a money making tool and a excuse to allow his sword drink blood, or for him to use his favourite .45 calibre machine gun on the enemy. The Lord of War, is a serious problem and when he gets involved in anything you can bet their will be fatalities and the blood will flow like a river. He is cold, calculating and callous the Monarch cares little for anything if they are not his subjects and even his subjects have to worry that he will turn his attention onto them. This man is a modern day war machine, but is very archaic in his thinking and actions. This makes him very hard to deal with and unable to predict in combat. The only good thing is he is not a runner, so the likely hood of him showing up in Seattle is low. He is allied with the Confederates, and running his own nation so again he is not someone we in Seattle should ever have to deal with. But if you ever find yourself face to face with the Monarch, I do hope you are up on your royal etiquette or you could very easily find your head on the chopping block, consider the Monarch to be as deadly and as dangerous as Alexander of the Deaths Hand. Best to just avoid contact with this madman, for he is the real deal and war is just a game to him and the world is his chess board.

Page Written By: Howard Roseland

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 Photo taken from stock footage from the Slaughter of Aztlan City circa 2064. (100,000 Aztlan citizens where rounded up by Caribbean forces, placed in large open craters and gunned down by machine gun fire. Then the bodies where set ablaze the fires burned for days as the Caribbean forces celebrated their conquest.) “Let this be a lesson to those in Aztlan, The League will murder a thousand of your citizens for every one of mine you kill.” <Lord Edmund T Wellington (Monarch) April 17th 2064>