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Nikolas DeBuchy - The Black Baron [Fluff]



Nikolas DeBuchy was born into a wealthy noble family but with the unenviable position of youngest male of seven. A sullen child who grew up largely alone and trouble, never really fitted into everyday DeBuchy life. As a noble of Llael he was ever in the present of brilliant minds and leaders but has a burning grudge against bureaucracy. Forced into silks and robes to smile and make small talk with princes and dignitaries, he quickly learned etiquette without fully feeling a part of it all.

Nikolas excelled at his military school but no teacher understood why. He was lazy but quick, obtuse but sharp tongued. His field work was unsurpassed and his skill with a pistol incredible for a man so young. By the age of 11 he had his first hand cannon and at once felt at one with the weight and feel of the huge piece. He would strap it to his leg and his silhouette would double like a side show freak. Despite it's size from day one he worked on his draw and has a gift of lightening reaction time.


In the last few days leading up to his graduation he was caught in a dire situation. Three of the kitchen staff approached the Brigadier with a story of horrific proportions. The girls all claimed they were raped, Nikolas firmly condemned the accusations saying that whilst he had been with all three of the girls, their stories were a jealous concoction made by simple girls, who had made the same mistake. They thought he cared...

As a noble Nikolas stood firm and demanded to be trialled in a manner of his choosing by peers. He immediately challenged the Brigadier to a duel, pistols at dawn. Messengers were scrambled to try and contact the family but they didn't arrive in time.

As the dawn mists broke the Brigadier and Nikolas spoke calmly.

"Nikolas, you are a strong willed young man, your life is in front of you. Your family will see you through this. To lose your life over 3 common girls is folly."

"Sir, you do not realise, my life is about to begin."

"Fool, nothing good can come of this"

"With one pull of my trigger I am a free man, that is good enough for me, Sir."


As the crowds gathered the seconds called the pair to action. The Brigadier had brought a light ornate pistol, medium barrel, perfect balance. Nikolas had strapped to his leg his hand cannon a fools choice in a game of speed.

As they paced, the Brigadier pistol was held high, hammer cocked. Nikolas was looking skyward, lips moving. Some say trembling, others praying, Nikolas knew different "Win Forever, Win Forever, Win Forever" after all it is only a game to be won or lost.

The length step landed and both span, the hand cannon raised impossibly fast. A huge boom tore through the air. A second sharper crack pierced the sky as a the crowd groaned as one.

Nikolas fell, a burning pain ripped through his face, the sky grew dark above him as his conscious faded.

His eyes opened and there was a roof above him, he didn't recognise it but groaned as the pain worsened. He reached up to touch his right cheek, bandages and more shooting pains.

Later in the day he was informed by a nurse he had a visitor, the Brigadier wanted to see him. A panic rushed over him, had he missed, had he yielded through being unconscious. He realised everything hung in the balance.

The door opened and the brigadier uniform filled the space, something was wrong. His former training master at arms had a welcoming smile on his face.

"You've done it this time you bastard. I'm glad you are alive, your mother would have done for me if you weren't. But a really good officer is dead because of you. The only blessing is he was near his end of days and you have plenty left."

"Sir..."

"Say nothing. What is done is done. The girls have been sold, the Brigadier is dead and you are to be discharged."

"Wha.. but.. I"

"Not for the girls, it has been deemed your demand to duel endangered the nations military actions. You are to be dishonourably discharged with no trial. You are lucky to have you life."

"I could have just took the charge! This is a disgrace! I proved my innocence!"

"This is always a game to you. Well it's not. A man is dead. Three girls are slaves. You will have the scars to show for it. Sooner or later you will realise that this is life, and those scars aren't just on the outside."

"Sir, I.."

"Stop, I have matters to attend, your father is due in 2 hours, rest and then wash. You will be leaving our care this afternoon."



A month or two passed, working as an huntsman's apprentice was supposed to 'make you a man' and 'see how others lived'. His father was an ass and he was through with this life.

Nikolas gathered his things, a trusty old repeater, a great coat and a few odds and ends. He strapped his hand cannon to his leg and hit the road. Slowly walking down the road, lips wavering again and tear forming in his eye, Nikolas mouthed the words he often did "Win Forever"

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