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☩ ℬroacien tessera omni armatura fortior ☩
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☩ ℕame--
Full given name
☩ Ⱥliases--
Aliases, nicknames, titles
☩ Ⱥge--
Age
☩ Gender--
♀ - ♂
☩ Ѻrientation--
Sexual orientation, mind the social stigma's
☩ ℜeligion--
Monarchist, Nordic Pantheon, Sawarim, ???
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☩ Ƀuild--
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☩ Ⱥversion--
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☩ Ƀiography--
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ℌerwig of the ℒaureyn
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☩ ℕame--
ℌerwig of the ℒaureyn
☩ Ⱥliases--
ℌeir to the ℒaureyn, a medium sized sub-region of the Grosswick province.
ℌerwig the Victorious, after a successful tournament.
ℌerwig the Victorious, after a successful tournament.
☩ Ⱥge--
27
☩ Gender--
♂
☩ Ѻrientation--
Heterosexual, true to the Monarch's word.
☩ ℜeligion--
Monarchist
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☩ ℘ortrayal--
Herwig of the Laureyn takes after his father; his black hair marks him as a true man of the Laureyn family. Not that this is a special marking as anyone can be born with black hair. However in this family it runs deep and is used as a criteria to determine if one is a true man of the Laureyn -- for women it doesn't really matter, as long as they were legitimate children and are fertile. His black hair is often pulled to the side with a casual drag of the hand through his hairs, clearing his face from otherwise annoying hair. It's well kept -- most certainly a task that requires time, effort and a small fee to be paid to whomever takes care of it. But it does provide him with a great bush of hair, and a freshly trimmed beard.
Regardless, Herwig has a handsome face. He has high cheekbones, giving him a slender facial structure, and a sharp jawline that is masqued by his thick black beard. It provides an outline or a sort of frame for his face. Although he is far from a handsome man as you can read about in romantic poems and saga's, he's definitely sort of good looking, average at least. His brows are furrowed slightly inwards, giving him a slightly serious look, but he has enough control over them to at least make them point upwards when he's laughing.
His forehead is relatively average sized, reinforced by his good hairline. The creases of his face run over to his nose, which is long and pointy, but very straight. His nostrils don't flare too much, which is something also frequently seen in men and women of the Laureyn. Herwig's skin is very clear, except for a tiny scar on the upper right corner of his side, frequently hidden by some hair. More due to it happening unconsciously than actual intent to hide it.
Standing at 6'1, Herwig is relatively tall. This is part of the reason why he seems to be very skinny, despite being of pretty average weight. His life as a nobleman means he leads a somewhat pampered lifestyle, which would normally mean he'd gain weight. However his duties to the king and Monarch means he is frequently traveling to issue decrees for the king, or fulfill tasks for him. As such, he's used to a life on the road or in the comfort of a foreign lords keep, which isn't a fattening life by any means. Furthermore, a regular training regiment for a knight means he's relatively well off.
On his hand are three circles, in a pyramid formation, which indicate that he has served a period of four years under the banner of Coedwin, serving as a Servant to the Monarch at this location.
As far as clothing goes, Herwig dresses like a standard nobleman. His family line isn't a particularly wealthy one but they can afford their share of nice clothes. He typically dresses in whatever is most comfortable or required for what he's doing -- when he's traveling he obviously wears some form of armor, not necessarily the heaviest, but something that can protect you. In presence of foreign lords, noblemen or the king, he naturally wears his nicest attire. He lacks any jewelry because they're not that wealthy, but he makes a fine impression regardless. In camp, or a casual setting at his own home, he'll generally just wear a regular tunic. Nothing beats regular clothes in regular situations, according to him.
Though his equipment is not permanently with him, he owns a standard bastard sword. It's not anything special, made of iron with a heavy grip. It's pretty comfortable, though it's on the heavy side. The guards are straight, and flare out slightly more towards the edges.
Normally he would wear heavy metal armor, however due to the circumstances of the expedition, it seemed better to wear a normal leather piece of armor, offering less protection but giving at least a degree of comfort during the long traveling they would be doing.
Regardless, Herwig has a handsome face. He has high cheekbones, giving him a slender facial structure, and a sharp jawline that is masqued by his thick black beard. It provides an outline or a sort of frame for his face. Although he is far from a handsome man as you can read about in romantic poems and saga's, he's definitely sort of good looking, average at least. His brows are furrowed slightly inwards, giving him a slightly serious look, but he has enough control over them to at least make them point upwards when he's laughing.
His forehead is relatively average sized, reinforced by his good hairline. The creases of his face run over to his nose, which is long and pointy, but very straight. His nostrils don't flare too much, which is something also frequently seen in men and women of the Laureyn. Herwig's skin is very clear, except for a tiny scar on the upper right corner of his side, frequently hidden by some hair. More due to it happening unconsciously than actual intent to hide it.
Standing at 6'1, Herwig is relatively tall. This is part of the reason why he seems to be very skinny, despite being of pretty average weight. His life as a nobleman means he leads a somewhat pampered lifestyle, which would normally mean he'd gain weight. However his duties to the king and Monarch means he is frequently traveling to issue decrees for the king, or fulfill tasks for him. As such, he's used to a life on the road or in the comfort of a foreign lords keep, which isn't a fattening life by any means. Furthermore, a regular training regiment for a knight means he's relatively well off.
On his hand are three circles, in a pyramid formation, which indicate that he has served a period of four years under the banner of Coedwin, serving as a Servant to the Monarch at this location.
As far as clothing goes, Herwig dresses like a standard nobleman. His family line isn't a particularly wealthy one but they can afford their share of nice clothes. He typically dresses in whatever is most comfortable or required for what he's doing -- when he's traveling he obviously wears some form of armor, not necessarily the heaviest, but something that can protect you. In presence of foreign lords, noblemen or the king, he naturally wears his nicest attire. He lacks any jewelry because they're not that wealthy, but he makes a fine impression regardless. In camp, or a casual setting at his own home, he'll generally just wear a regular tunic. Nothing beats regular clothes in regular situations, according to him.
Though his equipment is not permanently with him, he owns a standard bastard sword. It's not anything special, made of iron with a heavy grip. It's pretty comfortable, though it's on the heavy side. The guards are straight, and flare out slightly more towards the edges.
Normally he would wear heavy metal armor, however due to the circumstances of the expedition, it seemed better to wear a normal leather piece of armor, offering less protection but giving at least a degree of comfort during the long traveling they would be doing.
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6'1"
☩ ωeight--
165lbs.
☩ ℇyes--
Dark blue, near gray eyes that are shaped slightly more slit than the average shape of eyes in Broacien.
☩ Ƀuild--
Slightly skinny, with toned arms and an outward standing chest. A good physique, but not as burly as one would expect from a knight. His legs are strong however, and show it too. Most of the definition on his arms is in his upper arms, with the lower arms thinning down rapidly before reaching his wrists.
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℘ersonality
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☩ ℘ersonality--
Herwig generally resembles something of a valiant, noble knight. He's loyal, brave, religious and lives up to the expectations of his father and the king. He serves his tasks as a Monarchist dutifully, even spending time in Coedwin as a Servant. In short, he's the man that they write about in the holy books of the Monarch. And to a degree that is true as he is truly a man of the Monarch. But there are, as always, points that are less likeable. He is very stubborn and assumes control of situations rapidly, which may or may not always be the best thing to do. Furthermore, he is quite prideful and will see an insult as a genuine attempt to make him angry, or slander his name.
Furthermore, he holds grudges and will not forget an insult until someone has made up for it threefold. When you are the heir to a region, you have to make sure that everyone knows you are as noble as you claim to be. Having random people insult you would certainly be a stain on the name of any nobleman, at least that is what he thinks.
Herwig is something of a natural leader due to his position as a nobleman that is soon to be at the head of a region. His studies had taken great care to instill a sense of leadership into him, though sometimes the sense in which he fulfills this task is something to work on. He is resolute and firm in his choices and will often take the route he finds best. 'His way or the high way' is how one could describe this process. He does not care much for the opinion of others, unless he has a natural respect for them, like his father or the Monarch. Such respect has to be earned however and it should not be assumed that Herwig will naturally respect anyone just because they did something right once or twice.
Furthermore, he holds grudges and will not forget an insult until someone has made up for it threefold. When you are the heir to a region, you have to make sure that everyone knows you are as noble as you claim to be. Having random people insult you would certainly be a stain on the name of any nobleman, at least that is what he thinks.
Herwig is something of a natural leader due to his position as a nobleman that is soon to be at the head of a region. His studies had taken great care to instill a sense of leadership into him, though sometimes the sense in which he fulfills this task is something to work on. He is resolute and firm in his choices and will often take the route he finds best. 'His way or the high way' is how one could describe this process. He does not care much for the opinion of others, unless he has a natural respect for them, like his father or the Monarch. Such respect has to be earned however and it should not be assumed that Herwig will naturally respect anyone just because they did something right once or twice.
☩ Ⱦraits--
Pious ⊲⊳ Honorable ⊲⊳ Stubborn ⊲⊳ Natural leader ⊲⊳ Prideful
☩ Ⱥversion--
Low-lives ⊲⊳ Sinners ⊲⊳ Untimely, slowness
☩ Ⱥmbitions and ℱears--
A longterm goal for Herwig is naturally to take over the region of the Laureyn, as is his birthright. A sidegoal in that regard is to make sure the Laureyn grows, and becomes more prosperous, as right now it's merely a medium sized region that can sustain itself.
Another goal is to get married. It's important for him because he's the heir to an estate, and a relatively nice estate in that regard, and so offspring is naturally required. However, his duties to the King and Monarch have up until now forgone his desire to get married.
Short term goals are to enlist in the expeditionary force, going after St. Friedrichs banner. It would be the duty of a knight true to his king, as well as the duty of a Servant, loyal to the Monarch, to undergo sucha pious adventure.
His fears center around himself, his family, his estates, and his king and religion. He fears death as any man does, and fears the death of his family. These are given fears, that any man would share. Furthermore he fears the loss of his estates due to scheming and intrigue. Then he fears the death of his Monarch, although the Monarch is a wise man and a soldier at heart. Lastly, he fears breaking his faith - perhaps the biggest fear he has.
Another goal is to get married. It's important for him because he's the heir to an estate, and a relatively nice estate in that regard, and so offspring is naturally required. However, his duties to the King and Monarch have up until now forgone his desire to get married.
Short term goals are to enlist in the expeditionary force, going after St. Friedrichs banner. It would be the duty of a knight true to his king, as well as the duty of a Servant, loyal to the Monarch, to undergo sucha pious adventure.
His fears center around himself, his family, his estates, and his king and religion. He fears death as any man does, and fears the death of his family. These are given fears, that any man would share. Furthermore he fears the loss of his estates due to scheming and intrigue. Then he fears the death of his Monarch, although the Monarch is a wise man and a soldier at heart. Lastly, he fears breaking his faith - perhaps the biggest fear he has.
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☩ ℱamily--
⊳ His father, lord Erric of the Laureyn, first of his name. The man that currently rules the domain of the Laureyn, and the patriarch of the family of the Laureyn. The man that is of most respect worthy nature second only to the King and Monarch in the eyes of Herwig.
⊳ Bastian Trudge, a bastard brother fathered by lord Erric from an invalid night with a noblewoman in his younger years. If it weren't for the fact that lord Erric had been unwed at that point in time, Bastian would've been a stain on the honor of the family. However, this was not the case. Lord Erric asked for repentance from the Monarch at that time, Queen Ella Iochlan of Hoffburgt, who was at that time still the sole ruler of Broacien, before her now-husband took her hand in marriage.
Bastian is 35, and was the presumed heir of the Laureyn region before the birth of Herwig. The two have a shaky relationship because of this, but that is not to say there is conflict. There's a mutual understanding that one would lay down their life for the other.
⊳ His mother, lady of the Laureyn, daughter of the Barren Flats, and protector of the Monarch's Nunnery in the Laureyn, lady Goditha of Hayhill. In her younger years she was assigned to marry a foreign lord for political reasons. Until she was 23, she denied this duty, and joined the convent of nuns in the Laureyn region, never taking the oath to become a nun, but instead living there as their protector. Though that title is much more prestigious than she was, she was there to provide political leverage and to discourage strangers from preying upon the nuns.
Naturally this did not succeed, as brigands do not care for titles, only for coin and sword. When they were robbed for the second time, she sought out the lord of the region, and petitioned him for protection at the convent. During this petition, she noticed his son, lord Erric, and promptly fell in love. After successfully bargaining for the protection of the convent, she went home to the Barren Flats, and told her father she was prepared to marry under the condition she was to marry lord Erric of the Laureyn.
⊳ Bastian Trudge, a bastard brother fathered by lord Erric from an invalid night with a noblewoman in his younger years. If it weren't for the fact that lord Erric had been unwed at that point in time, Bastian would've been a stain on the honor of the family. However, this was not the case. Lord Erric asked for repentance from the Monarch at that time, Queen Ella Iochlan of Hoffburgt, who was at that time still the sole ruler of Broacien, before her now-husband took her hand in marriage.
Bastian is 35, and was the presumed heir of the Laureyn region before the birth of Herwig. The two have a shaky relationship because of this, but that is not to say there is conflict. There's a mutual understanding that one would lay down their life for the other.
⊳ His mother, lady of the Laureyn, daughter of the Barren Flats, and protector of the Monarch's Nunnery in the Laureyn, lady Goditha of Hayhill. In her younger years she was assigned to marry a foreign lord for political reasons. Until she was 23, she denied this duty, and joined the convent of nuns in the Laureyn region, never taking the oath to become a nun, but instead living there as their protector. Though that title is much more prestigious than she was, she was there to provide political leverage and to discourage strangers from preying upon the nuns.
Naturally this did not succeed, as brigands do not care for titles, only for coin and sword. When they were robbed for the second time, she sought out the lord of the region, and petitioned him for protection at the convent. During this petition, she noticed his son, lord Erric, and promptly fell in love. After successfully bargaining for the protection of the convent, she went home to the Barren Flats, and told her father she was prepared to marry under the condition she was to marry lord Erric of the Laureyn.
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☩ Ƀiography--
Herwig of the Laureyn was born on December 21st, on the day of the Cradle of the Monarch, a blessed day in the life of any Monarchist. He was brought into this world by his mother, lady Goditha of the Laureyn, and his father, lord Erric of the Laureyn. What was to be a joyful occassion for their parents, was the loss of title - and perhaps for a child of 7 more importantly, the loss of attention, for his half-brother Bastian. His jealousy went unnoticed and celebrations were arranged, in part for the day of the Cradle of the Monarch, and in part for the birth of a new heir.
Much his early childhood was spent in the gaze of his loving mother, whom was happy someone of her lineage could now be on the throne of the Laureyn. Not that she fostered ill-will towards the boy Bastian, but he was not hers, so how could she ever love him like she loved Herwig? She took care of both the boys, but Bastian was older and capable of handling himself, leaving only Herwig in her care. He went from learning words to learning how to walk, and when he was four, started playing with some of the other kids around the castle.
At the age of six the task of taking care of the child was taken from his mother, and entrusted to his new ward, lord Jachsen of Hyhill, his uncle. He would spend the next 6 years in the company of his uncle, living in the Barren Hall in the Barren Flats region. When his uncle got married to the princess, daughter of the king, he dissolved the wardship and Herwig left to go home. A new ward was found in the lord of a nearby region, smaller than the Laureyn. The lord was an old but capable man, and still had a mind as fresh as a man that had just come of age. His body could not keep up however, so he entrusted a lot of wisdom into Herwig, most of which was lost due to Herwig's fondness for swordplay at that age. He stayed here until he was 16, and was a man. Summerly visits to the Laureyn turned into living there again, and he was received with much joy from his family, and even Bastian.
However at the young age of 20, merely four years after becoming an adult, Herwig realized his task as a dutiful servant of the Monarch, said his farewells and joined the Servants in Coedwin, enlisting for a period of four years. He served his duty well, learning how to cope with the heat of the dusty and warm keep that the Servants called home. Most of his duties here surrounded the training of new recruits, which was boring but ultimately a good way to spend time. The few times they did battle with the Sawarim infidels were when the skirmishing parties, or the slaving parties, ventured too far away from their domain and entered the lands of the Redsand Frontier. These skirmishes were were most of his bodily scars come from.
After the four years were up, he received the three 'dots' marking on his hand, which mark him as a successful Servant and grant him privileges throughout the kingdom, most of which are small but welcome hospitalities from loyal Monarchists. Now with not a thing to do, he simply went to the Hoffburgt, and requested the King and Monarch to make use of his capabilities. Loyal knights were always welcomed, so he was sent to do random errants for the King. That is, until recently, when the expeditionary force was called to life. Now, finally, there is a true purpose.
Much his early childhood was spent in the gaze of his loving mother, whom was happy someone of her lineage could now be on the throne of the Laureyn. Not that she fostered ill-will towards the boy Bastian, but he was not hers, so how could she ever love him like she loved Herwig? She took care of both the boys, but Bastian was older and capable of handling himself, leaving only Herwig in her care. He went from learning words to learning how to walk, and when he was four, started playing with some of the other kids around the castle.
At the age of six the task of taking care of the child was taken from his mother, and entrusted to his new ward, lord Jachsen of Hyhill, his uncle. He would spend the next 6 years in the company of his uncle, living in the Barren Hall in the Barren Flats region. When his uncle got married to the princess, daughter of the king, he dissolved the wardship and Herwig left to go home. A new ward was found in the lord of a nearby region, smaller than the Laureyn. The lord was an old but capable man, and still had a mind as fresh as a man that had just come of age. His body could not keep up however, so he entrusted a lot of wisdom into Herwig, most of which was lost due to Herwig's fondness for swordplay at that age. He stayed here until he was 16, and was a man. Summerly visits to the Laureyn turned into living there again, and he was received with much joy from his family, and even Bastian.
However at the young age of 20, merely four years after becoming an adult, Herwig realized his task as a dutiful servant of the Monarch, said his farewells and joined the Servants in Coedwin, enlisting for a period of four years. He served his duty well, learning how to cope with the heat of the dusty and warm keep that the Servants called home. Most of his duties here surrounded the training of new recruits, which was boring but ultimately a good way to spend time. The few times they did battle with the Sawarim infidels were when the skirmishing parties, or the slaving parties, ventured too far away from their domain and entered the lands of the Redsand Frontier. These skirmishes were were most of his bodily scars come from.
After the four years were up, he received the three 'dots' marking on his hand, which mark him as a successful Servant and grant him privileges throughout the kingdom, most of which are small but welcome hospitalities from loyal Monarchists. Now with not a thing to do, he simply went to the Hoffburgt, and requested the King and Monarch to make use of his capabilities. Loyal knights were always welcomed, so he was sent to do random errants for the King. That is, until recently, when the expeditionary force was called to life. Now, finally, there is a true purpose.
Monarcha sit bonum.
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Garth of Tronach
☩ ℬroacien tessera omni armatura fortior ☩
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ℬasic ℭharacteristics
“You can have your glory, I'd rather keep my life”
☩ ℕame--
Garth of Tronach
☩ Ⱥliases--
Simply “Garth”, having been stripped of his tiles, he can no longer claim to hail from his birthplace.
Garth Blackhorse, a name he jokingly gave himself and even started using in his dealings with others. Of course, it is named in honour of the black stallion which brought him back to Broacien.
Garth Blackhorse, a name he jokingly gave himself and even started using in his dealings with others. Of course, it is named in honour of the black stallion which brought him back to Broacien.
☩ Ⱥge--
36
☩ Gender--
♂
☩ Ѻrientation--
Heterosexual
☩ ℜeligion--
Monarchist, though he is not a true believer.
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Ⱥppearance
Ⱥb ipso ferro
☩ ℘ortrayal--
Garth has a haggard appearance, though he is in his mid-thirties, he appears to be somewhere closer to forty-five. His face is crisscrossed by both scars and wrinkles, with a few prominent worry-lines etched on his wide forehead. His brows are naturally furrowed, so he always appears to be frowning at something. Garth’s wide nose appears to have been broken a few times, though given the rest of his looks that isn’t too surprising.
To his chagrin Garth is going bald, his greying black hair is receding from his head’s midsection, leaving him with a little on top and most of it growing at the back and the sides. At this rate, he’ll probably lose most of it by the time he’s forty. Further down, facial hair grows in patches on his face, most prominently around his mouth and lower lip, where he has shaped it in a crude moustache. Either way you look at it, it doesn’t seem like he’s been able to afford a barber in a long, long while.
One look at Garth’s body and physique is enough to tell you that he’s lived a fighter’s life. His big hands are calloused from handling a sword, while a multitude of scars and old wounds dot his body. If one were to see him naked, they would immediately notice an abnormal number of scars on his back – the result of hundreds of lashes, layered upon one another.
From his attire it’s obvious that he isn’t well off. Instead of plate or chain, as one would expect from a knight, he wears a simple leather hauberk with a couple of steel plates sewed around the vital areas. It is held by a leather belt from which a plain-looking longsword hangs, along with a dagger on his other side. A pair of sturdy boots and a faded black cloak complete his outfit.
To his chagrin Garth is going bald, his greying black hair is receding from his head’s midsection, leaving him with a little on top and most of it growing at the back and the sides. At this rate, he’ll probably lose most of it by the time he’s forty. Further down, facial hair grows in patches on his face, most prominently around his mouth and lower lip, where he has shaped it in a crude moustache. Either way you look at it, it doesn’t seem like he’s been able to afford a barber in a long, long while.
One look at Garth’s body and physique is enough to tell you that he’s lived a fighter’s life. His big hands are calloused from handling a sword, while a multitude of scars and old wounds dot his body. If one were to see him naked, they would immediately notice an abnormal number of scars on his back – the result of hundreds of lashes, layered upon one another.
From his attire it’s obvious that he isn’t well off. Instead of plate or chain, as one would expect from a knight, he wears a simple leather hauberk with a couple of steel plates sewed around the vital areas. It is held by a leather belt from which a plain-looking longsword hangs, along with a dagger on his other side. A pair of sturdy boots and a faded black cloak complete his outfit.
☩ ℋeight--
178 cm / 5’10”
☩ ωeight--
88 kg / 192 lbs
☩ ℇyes--
Black, slightly upturned eyes of average size
☩ Ƀuild--
Garth is solidly built, with broad shoulders and a large chest. His muscles are not overly defined, but he has thick, strong arms and legs, suggesting he is no stranger to physical activity.
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℘ersonality
Ⱥd Maiorem Dei Gloriam
☩ ℘ersonality--
Garth is all around an unpleasant man, a sworn cynic he seems to see only evil and ugliness in the world. He speaks in a gruff manner and doesn’t care for the feelings of others, nor does he expect someone to care for his own. To him life is all about surviving and he honestly believes that everyone, regardless of outward appearances, is out for themselves. Needless to say, he doesn’t trust anyone and has few people he can call acquaintances, let alone friends. Garth is envious and bitter, often faulting others for his own misfortunes, though he is not completely blind to his own shortfallings. Rather, he believes that everyone else is just as rotten as he is.
Though he was brought up to be a Monarchist, there is little faith left in Garth these days. After witnessing the horrors of war and suffering in captivity, he finds it hard to believe that there is a higher power out there. It should be noted that he isn’t a fool and will not openly speak of this. All in all, Garth would rather place his trust in his skill at arms and wits, rather than some abstract entity. Going up against one’s upbringing is no easy task however and he frequently leads an internal struggle, wondering if he is right or wrong.
Despite his reputation, Garth isn’t a coward or at least, he doesn’t consider himself to be one. He can hold his own, both physically and mentally, but he will not sacrifice himself for a cause. He has yet to encounter an idea or a person to inspire such blind faith in him; as of now, the most important thing for Garth is Garth himself. Despite being groomed to rule as a firstborn, he is not much of a leader. It’s not easy to inspire loyalty or admiration with his personality, though Garth doesn’t seem to care.
Garth isn’t a completely lost cause, as behind the grim-faced façade, he often second-guesses himself and questions his motivations. He views this as a sign of weakness and tries his best to hide it, suppressing his feelings and refusing to share his burden with anyone. In turn, this makes him even more isolated from those around him, trapping him in a vicious circle of sorts.
Though he was brought up to be a Monarchist, there is little faith left in Garth these days. After witnessing the horrors of war and suffering in captivity, he finds it hard to believe that there is a higher power out there. It should be noted that he isn’t a fool and will not openly speak of this. All in all, Garth would rather place his trust in his skill at arms and wits, rather than some abstract entity. Going up against one’s upbringing is no easy task however and he frequently leads an internal struggle, wondering if he is right or wrong.
Despite his reputation, Garth isn’t a coward or at least, he doesn’t consider himself to be one. He can hold his own, both physically and mentally, but he will not sacrifice himself for a cause. He has yet to encounter an idea or a person to inspire such blind faith in him; as of now, the most important thing for Garth is Garth himself. Despite being groomed to rule as a firstborn, he is not much of a leader. It’s not easy to inspire loyalty or admiration with his personality, though Garth doesn’t seem to care.
Garth isn’t a completely lost cause, as behind the grim-faced façade, he often second-guesses himself and questions his motivations. He views this as a sign of weakness and tries his best to hide it, suppressing his feelings and refusing to share his burden with anyone. In turn, this makes him even more isolated from those around him, trapping him in a vicious circle of sorts.
☩ Ⱦraits--
- Selfish
- Cynical
- Morally flexible
- Survivor
- Realist
☩ Ⱥversion--
- Those more successful than himself
- Desert lords, he hates them with a passion
- Holier-than-thou personalities
☩ Ⱥmbitions and ℱears--
Garth doesn’t really have any defined long-term goals. Obviously, he wishes to regain his social standing, lands and titles, but he has no idea how to go about it. His last years have left him feeling empty, so he is looking for a purpose in life or at the very least, something to get him started on the “right path”, whatever that is.
In the short-term, he has decided to join the expedition for St. Friedrich’s banner, hoping it would provide him with a chance to prove himself and earn some much-needed coin. Removing the stain of cowardice from his name is also a priority and what better way than a religious quest?
His greatest fear is losing his freedom again - his dreams are often haunted by memories of slavery under the Sawarim. In recent months another concern has been gnawing at him, the realisation that he may die without leaving a legacy behind. This is one of the main reasons he decided to join the expedition, even if he won’t admit it, a chance to be part of something greater than himself.
In the short-term, he has decided to join the expedition for St. Friedrich’s banner, hoping it would provide him with a chance to prove himself and earn some much-needed coin. Removing the stain of cowardice from his name is also a priority and what better way than a religious quest?
His greatest fear is losing his freedom again - his dreams are often haunted by memories of slavery under the Sawarim. In recent months another concern has been gnawing at him, the realisation that he may die without leaving a legacy behind. This is one of the main reasons he decided to join the expedition, even if he won’t admit it, a chance to be part of something greater than himself.
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ℋistory
Ⱥmator ℭrucis
☩ ℱamily--
- His father was lord Gwyn of Tronach, a minor, but respected noble in the region. Gwyn gained some fame and wealth during the War of Vengeance, but apart from that his name will be unremembered by history. He passed away in 122 P.B., believing that Garth had died at the hands of the desert lords.
- His mother was Grida of Lochan, the daughter of one Tronach’s neighbouring lords. A sickly woman, she died shortly after birthing her second child, Garth has little memory of her. It’s said that his father loved her deeply and never remarried out of respect for her.
- His only sibling and younger brother is Lorran of Tronach, who now rules over the family lands. Lorran always looked up to Garth as his idol and sought to follow in his footsteps, but after finding out his brother surrendered, instead of dying like a true Monarchist, he lost all respect for him. In his mind, his older brother is long dead and he intends to keep it that way.
- Alira of Ashbarrow is Garth’s former wife, whom he wed after proving his valour in her father’s tourney. He spent about a year with her and fathered a son, before departing to fight the Sawarim. She gladly remarried Lorran, still being a young woman of child-bearing age. Alira has since gifted him with two more children, a son and a daughter. She bears no ill will towards Garth, but believes he no longer has a place in Tronach.
☩ ℂharacter relations--
None as of yet.
☩ Ƀiography--
Garth was born thirty-six years ago, in 91 P.B., during the reign of King Tristan. He was the elder child out of two and it was expected that he would inherit his father’s lands when the time came. Tronach was a small holding in the western reaches of Grosswick and not particularly rich, but Garth still received an education befitting a minor noble – he was taught letters, studied Monarchist religious texts and practiced the knightly arts: swordplay, horse-riding and archery.
His early life passed without much else of note. When he came of age, at sixteen, he immediately joined the war with Restwaerd, where he fought well and was knighted at the end of it by King Tristan himself. Garth returned to his lands and made a bit of a name for himself by competing in local tourneys; he wasn’t a particularly good jouster, but he seemed to have a knack for melees and even won a few.
When Cherwin declared war, Garth, along with many others, answered the King’s call and marched to war. After Tristan’s death, Garth subsequently served Queen Ella and then the Bastard King, Gregar Balin. Though he never achieved great fame, his experience and skills were acknowledged, enough to win the hand of a nearby lord’s daughter. He married and sired a child, thereby securing his family’s future.
Garth fought in the last war with the Sultanate and this is when his life took a turn for the worse. During the heavy fighting, his company was surrounded and cut off from the rest of King Gregar’s forces. Instead of going down in a blaze of glory with their commander, some of the men, including Garth, laid down their arms and surrendered. They were taken captive by the Sawarim, who were eventually beaten back, but not before they withdrew with their new prisoners.
The next four years he spent as a slave, sold and traded between a few different masters. It was a gruelling time, full of hard labour, beatings and humiliation, but Garth endured and refused to be broken. On one fateful day, he took advantage of the chaos surrounding his master’s grand funeral, managed to steal a horse and rode away before the guards could stop him. With a combination of sheer will, equestrian skill and a lot of luck, Garth eventually managed to make his way back to Broacien.
Much to his dismay, he discovered that those who didn’t consider him dead knew of his company’s surrender. He found out he had been stripped of his lands and titles, which had passed on to his younger brother, Lorran. Branded a coward, Garth was spurned from the capital. Back home he learned that his father had passed away years ago, while his brother had not only taken his lands, but his wife and son as his own. Lorran met him with scorn, refusing entry into the castle and banished him from Tronach under pain of death.
With nothing left to his name but the clothes on his back, he began wandering Broacien, working as a common sword for hire in order to earn a living. Garth’s spirits sank and he took to vices – women, drinking, gambling, among other things. For a period of two years he lived as a vagabond, growing more jaded and callous by the day, a far cry from the knight he had once been.
Upon hearing news of the expedition for St.Friedrich’s Banner, Garth decided that his was his last chance to make something of himself. Despite his better judgment he made his way to Hoffburgt and joined the seekers.
His early life passed without much else of note. When he came of age, at sixteen, he immediately joined the war with Restwaerd, where he fought well and was knighted at the end of it by King Tristan himself. Garth returned to his lands and made a bit of a name for himself by competing in local tourneys; he wasn’t a particularly good jouster, but he seemed to have a knack for melees and even won a few.
When Cherwin declared war, Garth, along with many others, answered the King’s call and marched to war. After Tristan’s death, Garth subsequently served Queen Ella and then the Bastard King, Gregar Balin. Though he never achieved great fame, his experience and skills were acknowledged, enough to win the hand of a nearby lord’s daughter. He married and sired a child, thereby securing his family’s future.
Garth fought in the last war with the Sultanate and this is when his life took a turn for the worse. During the heavy fighting, his company was surrounded and cut off from the rest of King Gregar’s forces. Instead of going down in a blaze of glory with their commander, some of the men, including Garth, laid down their arms and surrendered. They were taken captive by the Sawarim, who were eventually beaten back, but not before they withdrew with their new prisoners.
The next four years he spent as a slave, sold and traded between a few different masters. It was a gruelling time, full of hard labour, beatings and humiliation, but Garth endured and refused to be broken. On one fateful day, he took advantage of the chaos surrounding his master’s grand funeral, managed to steal a horse and rode away before the guards could stop him. With a combination of sheer will, equestrian skill and a lot of luck, Garth eventually managed to make his way back to Broacien.
Much to his dismay, he discovered that those who didn’t consider him dead knew of his company’s surrender. He found out he had been stripped of his lands and titles, which had passed on to his younger brother, Lorran. Branded a coward, Garth was spurned from the capital. Back home he learned that his father had passed away years ago, while his brother had not only taken his lands, but his wife and son as his own. Lorran met him with scorn, refusing entry into the castle and banished him from Tronach under pain of death.
With nothing left to his name but the clothes on his back, he began wandering Broacien, working as a common sword for hire in order to earn a living. Garth’s spirits sank and he took to vices – women, drinking, gambling, among other things. For a period of two years he lived as a vagabond, growing more jaded and callous by the day, a far cry from the knight he had once been.
Upon hearing news of the expedition for St.Friedrich’s Banner, Garth decided that his was his last chance to make something of himself. Despite his better judgment he made his way to Hoffburgt and joined the seekers.
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