La vie.
Il n'était pas sûr du genre d'état dont il s'éveillait, mais Auguste pensait que c'était ce que la mort ressentait. Tout simplement... le vide, comme le sommeil qui n'avait pas de prière d'un rêve. La pierre froide au-dessous de lui était inconfortable, mais au moins cela signifiait qu'il était vivant. Il s'empara de lui-même avec soin, notant que son propre tome de magie était en sa possession, et écouta les autres qui étaient rassemblés faire des présentations. C'était une situation bizarre, il ne reconnaissait aucun de ceux qui étaient rassemblés, et aucun d'entre eux ne semblait savoir comment ils étaient exactement venus ici. Du moins, si le guerrier froid devait être cru.
Il a repensé à ses études. Certes, c'était une sorte de magie qui les avait tous réunis, plusieurs rassemblés étaient des seigneurs, s'ils devaient être crus, y compris lui-même. Il avait pratiquement été roi, aucun simple kidnappeur n'aurait pu pénétrer dans les mages et la garde royale du palais. Cependant, rien à propos de cet endroit, ou de leurs circonstances, n'a déclenché aucun souvenir de ses enseignements. En supposant qu'ils ont tous survécu assez longtemps pour le faire, il devrait étudier cet endroit et apprendre ce qu'il pouvait. Peut-être que son royaume pourrait utiliser cette structure.
Ulrich.
Si c'était la magie qui les a tous amenés ici, alors cet homme était probablement le coupable. Son vêtement n'était pas familier, mais toujours indiscutable en tant que pratiquant de la magie. De plus, un mercenaire, comme il s'est proclamé lui-même, aurait tout à fait la motivation monétaire de capturer des hommes et des femmes de haut rang. C'était étrange qu'il se mêle avec le groupe, mais il pourrait facilement être un stratagème pour les attraper hors de garde. Le danger dans cette situation était clair, et il considérait que le jugement du guerrier froid sonnait. L'amabilité, cependant, arriverait plus loin en compagnie étrange que d'être une pierre.
"Edmund. Troisième fils de Margrave Albrecht, magicien de métier et noble de naissance. Je ne peux pas dire si nous sommes dans les terres de mon père ou pas, j'ai autant de mémoire que le froid ici. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, peu importe, du moins compte tenu du fait que nous sommes présentés avec des mots et non des épées. »
C'était un mensonge calculé, Margrave Albrecht avait en effet un troisième fils qui aurait été doué en magie. Il doutait que n'importe quel peuple ici avait rencontré cet homme. Il aurait préféré cacher complètement sa noblesse, mais c'était à côté de l'impossible, les maniérismes ont été martelés en lui dès sa naissance, et sa tenue n'était pas la moins voyante de ceux rassemblés.
Augustus Alsroht
"I worry about dying. Not because I fear death, but because I fear my brother managing anything more than a houseplant. I stay alive to save my people, not myself."

Standing at 5'5", he's rather short for the standard dashing image of nobility, he would argue that this is because most of his growth went to his brains instead. While simple in design, his red robes are trimmed with gold, emblazoned with a sun, surrounded by two wyverns eating each others' tails. The symbol of house Alsroht.
Age
24
Sex
Male
Weapon
Anima
Asset
Speed
Flaw
Resistance
Personality
His younger brother Keisser had always been described as wearing the cape of the royal asshole. If his brother wore the cape, Augustus wore the whole rest of the outfit. A deadpan snarker by nature, he didn't doubt that parts of his brother's personality were definitely the result of Augustus's influence over the years. The most frequent target of that snark, of course, being Keisser.
As the heir-apparent to the kingdom, the people had no idea about this of course. He was trained from a young age how to address the public, and he tried to maintain as regal an image as possible when not among people who were close to him. Being in proximity to his brother, however, tended to break the facade. Or anyone else who sufficiently annoyed him, for that matter.
He was a man who loved his country, and was filled with as much pride as was expected of a prince. It could even be said he loved his brother, although he would likely never admit that to anyone, let alone the man himself. It could be said that while his brother had the love of the army and the people, Augustus had their respect. The two, in the end, made a good team. A shame only one of them was in present company.
Alignment
Lawful Neutral: While he cares a great deal about his people, it is his belief that a king must be above the concepts of good and evil, and instead must strive to do what is best for his subjects. Law, however, superseded both concepts. It brings peace, and nothing benefits a nation more than that.
Biography / History
Being the firstborn son of the royal family, Augustus was raised from birth with the expectation that he would be the heir to the kingdom. He had always been a smart child, and gotten the attention of the kingdom's mage advisers from a young age. His brother, born just a couple years after him, showed a much larger knack for the physical duties in life, and thus caught the attention of the kingdom's wyvern knights. The two developed a (not so) friendly rivalry, reflecting the long-present divide in their nation.
Erkonne was a nation of wyvern riders, somewhat withdrawn from the rest of the world. They maintained steady trade relations with their neighbors, but mostly kept an isolationist policy, using their strong military to ward off anyone looking to take advantage of their small size and rich mines. At the upper eschelons of society there were two main forces in conflict: The military, and the mage-advisers of the king. The two battled constantly for influence over time, and indeed small civil wars had erupted under kings who were too weak to keep the factions in check. When house Alsroht came to power it put an end to the fighting: placing the military above the mages and ensuring any king who sat on the throne was also a wyvern rider. Still, to appease to mages, they added the Sun to their house sigil, representing the anima magic the kingdom's mages practiced.
Augustus was poised to tip this balance once more upon his ascension to the throne. His father was in failing health, and already the advisers were putting pressure on him to declare the military subservient to them. However, before any of this could come to a boiling point he... vanished, and found himself at The Tower. Ripped away from his family and his kingdom.