Lucius Rochelle-Marcomir

The Life of Lucius Rochelle-Marcomir is one of both joy and tragedy but one full of adventure. Lucius's life has taken him far and wide around the world of Rathnir, however, most of his youth and later life has been spent in the Northern Akratian/Taloran/Atsyllean Sea Region. Though his actions and affiliations have led him to conflict in the past, a bright future has followed along with a building of wisdom.

A Birth At Sea
Lucius's birth is one of some mystery however from the information gathered he was born on a nearly sunken ship in a furious storm on the coast of northern Akratia, near the city of Leythe. The boat in question was escaping the fallout of the Astyllean Empire's collapse on an expedition farther east, caring Lucius, son of Praetor Rochelle. As the boat crash lands, nearly all are killed in the wreckage. A wandering group of Akratians found the bloody sight finding the somehow uninjured Lucius. He was taken to the then-called city of Isheleryn (now called Greenstem) to Fort Ileslia wear he was quickly wrapped in blankets for warmth. Due to these circumstances, we find Lucius, a forgotten child of the powerful Rochelle Dynasty left to be raised by the Akratian remnants.

Early Life
As a young maverick within the Isheleyn Akratians he rose to power rapidly with great administrative skills and extreme loyalty to his at-the-time father figure Neoz. He grew up alongside the likes of Cha Tarkanos and Arkosa Tarkanos. He also met and worked with the fallen archduke of Loria: Lukas Lordinger. In his time there he worked in extreme conditions, constantly building the new capital building of Akratia, a building to symbolize a new dawn for its scattered and nearly genocide peoples. In his time there he also met a fellow orphan named dx2 who was a talented cartographer, who would become his best friend along with Cha, Arkosa, and Lukas. Though it was survivable, Isheleryn was in extreme poverty, the only food Lucius had tasted in those days were potatoes and a rare fish treat. Many adventures and journeys were had. These were the good times and the only positive memories of Akratia and his youth.

The Fall
The worst outcome imaginable befell Lucius and the Akratians. The political chaos of the Akratian peninsula and Sparwood as a whole had finally came to tear apart the last of Akratia, and the final blow to its once considerable regional power. Neoz's past and the rightful claim on the city by the Feles had caught up. This was the beginning of a time of turmoil, death, and betrayal. A multitude of spies within Akratia including Sebi and Samai had betrayed the Emperor and convinced outside forces to finally put the nail in the Akratian coffin. Bardonia's support had run dry and Tortuga's expansion had finally pushed through the last bastion of non-pirating and Akratian nationalism in the peninsula. At the age of 17 Lucius watched how external politics that fell far outside his knowledge or influence had caused his home to be the target of some of the most powerful forces in Rathnir. He fought in several skirmishes against small garfist forces but hid in the city during the major attack. Akratia had virtually no military making it a nearly bloodless war. His best friend dx2 the cartographer set off into the world to escape the chaos and the other Akratians went into hiding, however Lucius hid in the fort in which he was first cared in, Fort Ileslia.

Hidden in plain sight
That Fort would be the key to Lucius survival, for ruffly 6 months to a year Lucius used its walls as a home base, slipping in and out only at night. Due to its poor condition it was never investigated and his presence was never observed. This is when Lucius learned true hunger and true desperation. As he had very short windows to leave the ruins and could not risk leaving any trace of his existence, he could only steal fractions of what he wanted. While life in under Neoz had been ruff, at-least the food was attainable in reasonable quantities. However it was in this time were he learned both the history of the city prior to its Akratian control, it was here where his doubts on the nobility of Akratia began to form. The crimes of its past and brutal nature toward others reflected the situation that he was now facing. Though his once love for his home may had kept him there until this new knowledge, he began to doubt everything. It was time for him to gather information and see the world.

Back to the Sea
A new journey had begun in Lucius's life, he hid away on a boat going northwest. He traveled around both by foot and by hiding away on ships traveling across both Rathnir and Eldham. In his journeys he saw the rise and fall of empires in the theatre of power. Not only that he hears stories of Akratia prior to his knowledge and it's crimes. He begins to become far more denationalized and open-minded acquiring more wisdom about how the world works. These times were incredibly beneficial to Lucius and his view on the world. On one of his journeys he reached the world of Eldham, finding himself in front of the city of Zindenburg, Sethris. To his surprise the gates swing open, standing inside are two figures. He sees to faces, one he thought was dead or worse and another shrouded in mystery.

Faraway lands and Distant Shores
Standing before him was Cha Tarkanos and standing slightly behind him was Welmast, Sethrian leader and owner of the Sethris times. He then learned that many of the Akratian higher ups including General Cha had escaped to Sethris to live in the city of Zindenburg were they hoped to watch and wait, preparing to return. As he stumbled into the city behind the two figures he observed his surroundings. A beautiful city met his eyes with foreign orange wood that he had never scene even in his travels. The city was nearly dead, besides the sounds of the three men walking. It was ghostly and unnatural for such a large city. As they made there way deeper into the city Lucius sees a sea of red in the distance. A whole town block covered with Akratian banners and propaganda, bearing Cha's likeness. Cha had become Neoz's successor. The Last Akratian Neoz had been replaced by the Lost Akratian Cha Tarkanos. Arkosa and Lukas walked out of there respective apartments, bearing their Akratian garb with pride, the powerful red radiating in the sun. From this peaceful ghost town the Akratians watched the political environment of Rathnir and Sparwood, weaving alliances and preparing for opportunity to stake a claim to rebuild. It is important to note that this Akratia is far far different then it was at its height and should not be considered the same. As the Akratians watched, a event that would reshape the political environment of the region forever.

The Boys are back in town
Tortuga was falling apart and the Akratians were prepared. The Akratians hire a ship to