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The islands to the South of "America" sound perfect actually. And it's got more logic behind sending troops there than I can think of.

Hopefully more people show up, I'd hate for this to get scraped.

People on the internet can come up with some fairly 'interesting' characters, to say the least.

Does this island/islands have a name? Or just something tropical-ish?

Nawh, southern Islands sound fine.

By the way, does Dalcaria have a railway system?

Username: The_Sane_Hatter
Name: Robert Lowsley
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race/Nationality/Species: Cursed Cirencesteren
Orientation: Disinterested.
Personality: Robert is a very dry person. He’s detached from society and it’s norms, an outcast amongst men, an abnormality that shouldn’t exist. That’s mostly the paranoia and slipping mental state speaking, but to be fair, he does have a slight point. He’s cold and uncaring for the most part towards people, except Samuel and a few other acquaintances. He’s the type to casually point out that you’re wrong, and an idiot, before correcting you with his carefully thought out plan. He’s isn’t much for formality though, he much prefers the common sense of practicality.
Rank: Lieutenant Colonel
Occupation: Currently unemployed for the most part, as there seems to be a lack of war going on. Consultant on where some of the nastier members of House Black went.
Factions: Ex-House Black member, currently loyal to New Grand Chancellor.
Religion/Philosophy: Not one for religion, especially that silly old-regime racial superiority nonsense, Robert is a bit hollow, spiritually. He does however, think wonders of the human spirit, and it’s resilience, strength, and capacity to achieve. In terms of morality, that’s… Not something he’d like to talk about.
Political Ideals: Robert has always tried to stay away from politics, leaving the political bickering and scheming to his more diabolical family members. However, he for one welcomes the New Grand Chancellor and his new policies on government. Possibly because he’s not been executed yet. He does have some strong opinions on policy towards the Southern Islands, but he’s already caused enough problems there.
Biography: The Lowsley family has been a prominent family in the Cirencester region for generations upon generations. Starting in the lumber and shipbuilding industry, the Lowsley family worked its way into the politics of the region, and slowly of the Empire. Somewhere along that transition, one of its members, Robert’s grandfather Edward Lowsley, got involved in the activities of House Black, and we pick up there. Robert was born the eldest child of Richard Lowsley and Caroline Trinstin(No, no inbreeding here, sorry). Despite this, he never was the ‘favorite’ among his siblings, Jack, Christopher, Lewis, and Elizabeth. Where as they were all dutiful sons and daughters, who fell in line with the order of the House Black ideals and the families standards for social order, Robert was more inclined to disagree. Since he was only really paid any attention to for a year (The period in which he was an only child), he managed to escape the early imprinting of his parents ideas on him at a young age, and while his parent’s tossed the veil over his sibling’s eyes, he gazed behind it, and decided he should just stay away, for the most part. He managed to keep his distance from House Black activities, except when it benefitted him. He took full advantage of his family’s access to technology and mystical knowledge, and studied for a career in the military, a career path he hoped would send him far from the rest of his family, something that could be achieved using his wit and hard work as opposed to his family’s influence. He excelled in tactics and swordsmanship, and learned a few magical tricks and principles he probably shouldn’t have. It seemed that Robert would be able to break away from his family, and sever the dysfunctional ties that bound him. Lewis went into the Office of Science and Magic, Christopher into political arena in the noble’s parliament, and Elizabeth stayed close to home to manage the lumber business. But Jack, who else but the nasty brutish brother went into service as a general, using family ties to skip to the front of the pack. That complicated things for Robert, who became fairly certain, due to strained ties with his siblings, that if he simply went in at the bottom Jack would find a way to get him serving under him. Things were also beginning to heat up politically in Dalcaria, putting strain on him to leave. So, he pulled all the favors he could, and snagged a commission as a Lieutenant Colonel in charge of an expeditionary force to the Southern Islands, to secure a base of operations with which to facilitate larger strikes on the increasingly hostile nation to the North. It was a fairly decent force, seemingly adequate air and sea support. What they encountered however, was a bit more intense than expected. The islands had already been dug into by the opposing forces, and it was a struggle simply to make it ashore. After a few weeks of grueling fighting up the beach and into the jungle’s and forests, most of the force was either killed or demoralized, and much of the support had been scrapped. The Civil war back at home meant that there was a shortage of reinforcement for the most part, at least on Robert’s island. Desperately in need of a way to hold the line against the enemy, he turned to the dark magic’s he’d learned at home, and began experimenting on himself, and a group of soldiers under the command of Captain Samuel Morris, with whom he became close acquaintances with. He admired his ability to lead in a limited capacity, and inspire confidence in his men. As the experiments dragged on, there was limited success. Morris’ Company of a hundred men became the spearhead of the expeditionary forces, wreaking havoc and death across the island. The enemy was both terrified and horrified by the tactics used by the men, and took to thinking of them as demons out of a child’s nightmare. Unfortunately, the same effect worked on his own men as well, with most of the subjects not being able to handle life anymore, and suicide rates went through the roof. By the time reinforcement began steadily arriving, most of the men left were traumatized, and sent back, Lowsley and Morris included. Near the end of the war, Robert was gravely injured leading a charge against a trench of enemy soldiers. An incendiary mine exploded near his face, burning a good chunk of flesh of the left side of his face, and necessitating removal of his left eye. His left arm and chest were badly burned as well, wound that continue to heal currently. Needless to say, he has a bit of a checkered reputation.
Transportation: Either burned or stolen when the family manor burnt to the ground.
Home: Lowsley family manor was, as a refuge for House Black, burned sometime during the war. It still stands, the fire doing little structural damage except to some of the further wings, but the interior is burnt and ransacked, hardly livable in. His sister Elizabeth died in the blaze, and the hired help have since moved on, so Robert has little interest in returning.
Weapons: A man of mystical ability, Robert isn’t armed much beyond the standards of an officer of his rank. An adept swordsman, he carries with him his officer sword (Model 1735 Derfflinger Saber), and has furnished a cartridge conversion revolver (Colt Walker) for his purposes. The later is more of a formality, as he’s not that great of a shot. Though, having only one eye hasn’t had as much of an effect on his accuracy as he feared.
Clothing/Armor: Being the proper person he is, Robert is hardly ever seen not wearing his uniform. Being as non-feeling as it is, it’s comfortable solely based on its consistency. The gas mask does serve as a sort of armor against chemical attacks though, so it is useful in some way.
Powers: Using House Black’s resources, and some research papers snagged from Lewis when he wasn’t looking, Robert has gained a fairly good grasp of dark magic, enough to curse himself and groups of soldiers into monsters. Robert hardly feels pain, fear, or fatigue. But his body can still be damaged, and heals at a much slower rate. He still needs to eat, but food tastes of ash and water of salt. Still needs to sleep, but is haunted by horrible nightmares whenever he closes his eyes. It’s a trade-off, equivalency. Your happiness in exchange for strength. He’s not sure whether the fact he hasn’t gone insane yet a miracle or damnation. Besides that, he’s quite good at creating masses of shadow tendrils to grasp, drag, and toss opponents, and is adept at the art of radiating and aura of fear and malice, especially if you gaze into his hollow left eye socket. Avoid doing that, not only is it rude, it’s just detrimental for your health. "Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster; and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you."
Picture: Lieutenant Colonel Lowsley
Theme Song: Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows OST - Romani Holiday (Antonius remix)



(( Done with one, hopefully. Can make changes, like if you decide the Eastern forest won't be Cirencester anymore.))

((.... Or if I've done goofed.))

Oh, one other thing everyone! There are "mythical races" in this roleplay as well, such as vampires and werewolves, so don't be shy to dabble in that if you're interested! Also, I may take a look at other, less conventional races as well (conventional by typical roleplaying standards at least), like perhaps mermaids (or a variety of them), since not many other roleplays have them. Don't worry, they won't be the fish bottomed ladies with shells to cover them, I'd like to make them closer to Zoras or something of that ilk, like from Legend of Zelda. Of course, I'd like for them to be less.... Um, Zora-y? Anyways, I'm just trying to give this world as much variety as I can, because honestly, humans can be kinda boring sometimes. xd

Sounds good! Oh, and don't worry, Kragdarroch will DEFINITELY be keeping it's name (although I do need to figure out the spelling, it is NOT easy to spell. xd ) Actually the capital of Kragdarroch is a city by the same name, and the city is name after a castle of the same name that sits up on top of a mountain looking down over the town. So yeah, no chance I'm changing that one. xd

Also, just noting in your political philosophy part, the Monarchy did do a fairly decent (or at least average) job of running the country, and they were fairly well liked, but I just thought I should mention this so you know that they were (when the were around) the "good guys". But, if your character doesn't like the monarchy, that is totally fine, I just wanted you to be aware of how the state of the nation was during their reign. In all honesty of course, some of the worst politicians were well liked, and some of the best were hated, so please don't let the history affect your characters political choices, I want you to be able to give him his own tastes, choices, preferences, etc. based on what you want to give him, not me. I hope this makes sense and I hope you don't think I'm trying to push your character one way or another, just wanted to clarify what the nation is/was like.

Everything else about this seems pretty good, I should warn you though that the north border of Kragdarroch is actually the ocean, just so you know. xd I only mention this so you have a decent idea of where things are. The only landlocked provinces however (that I can name) are Cirencester (or Clarendon) and the province just beside it, the plains and fields one. Other than that, everything is next to an ocean. Good job on this though! I'm excited to see how this character fairs in our roleplay!

I am very interested in this roleplay and while I can't go through all the info, I think I've gotten the general premise. It seems interesting, a bit complicated, but interesting. I was thinking of maybe a tribal gladiator that is thrust into this world for some reason, haven't gotten it all worked out but I'll be asking for some help.