[CHAR] Reign: Kingdom Come

[Gardevoiran]

Lorenzo of Windor

Reign: Kingdom Come

Name: Lorenzo of Windor
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Dog handler/artist
Appearance: Lorenzo is 5'9 while standing with a more stocky build, especially in the upper body. He has shaggy/unkempt chocolate colored hair. His eyes are Hazel/green in appearance.


Background: Lorenzo grew up in the village of Windor. He was the obnly child of a hunter named Eldridge and his wife Loretta. Lorenzo's mother taught him how to see the beauty in everything. She always dreamed of being a painter for the wealthy nobility. Alas, they did not have the funds to afford it. Instead, she would take Lorenzo down by the stream and mix dirt into clay. She showed him how to make beautiful pieces even out of the most poor materials. She made birds, dogs, flowers, horses, clouds and many other works of nature. The spark of creativity was kindled in his heart in those formative years.

From his father, he learned a lot about the art of the bow. But what particularly interested Lorenzo, was the hounds he was able to hunt with. His father remarked how easily the dogs came to liking Lorenzo. Even the wild dogs seemed to get broken in without much effort on his part. Lorenzo raised a bloodhound pup until adulthood naming him "Loyal."

He was so gifted at the art of dog training that their liege lord, Bryce of Milborne took notice. He hired Lorenzo to be one of his personal hound trainers at his castle many miles away at the age of 15. His mother and father couldn't be prouder of him and sent him on his way with Loyal as a gift. After, a tearful goodbye he traveled to the castle with his lord's messengers. He would make a new life in the city of Milborne.

When Lorenzo arrived he was immediately met with many perplexed, scoffing hunters and trainers. Many of them couldn't believe one so young as he could possibly know more about training dogs. Even during his first time meeting the dogs, the leering crowds made Lorenzo nervous. In turn, the animals became anxious themselves. Lord Bryce looked on disappointed. The other trainers ridiculed and mocked him. He went away that day like a beat dog with his tail between his legs.

Despite his own insecurities and feelings of rejection, Lorenzo made it a point in his heart to overcome. Instead of heading to his living quarters, he decided to spend the night with the dogs in secret. For the next few weeks, he would train with the animals all day long and then go to sleep with them right outside their kennels. His bonds with the dogs grew very strong while the rest of the hunters and trainers looked on in bewilderment.

By the end of the month, all the dogs ran to Lorenzo as soon as the kennels opened up in the morning. Lord Bryce was very impressed. He instructed his head kennel master to have Lorenzo specifically train his personal blood hound. Lorenzo was honored to do so and that dog became the best hunting dog besides Loyal.

Two years passed and Lorenzo had been promoted to assistant kennel master, directly under the head. He was paid quite well and sent a large amount home to help his family. His mother could even begin painting! Life was looking up for Lorenzo. That was until he met a terrible accident.

Lorenzo and Loyal were traveling down the city roads coming home from work that evening. It had been a long day and Lorenzo couldn't wait to get home and practice with his art supplies he recently acquired. That's when a farmer lost control of his wagon and it came rolling down the road at an alarming speed. Before Lorenzo had time to turn around or react, it rolled over his legs and killed his dog, Loyal. In a flash the world turned upside down.

For the next few weeks, Lorenzo was bedridden. The local physician tended to him. Even his liege lord came and visited every so often. Unfortunately, nothing could console Lorenzo from the loss of his legs and even worse, the death of his best friend. During the last of his treatments the physician sadly told Lorenzo that he would never walk again. Lorenzo knew that a dog trainer required the use of his legs in order to work with the animals on the grounds. His professional prospects looked very grim.

During these darkest of days, his parents came and visited him. They cried with him and hugged for what seemed like ages. The pain of his loss was great, but their love for one another was greater. His parents informed Lorenzo they were moving to [SOMEWHERE] to make a life for themselves as well as help take care of him. Lorenzo felt a little guilty about having their help at his age. He wanted to be out on his own. Circumstances said differently.

They bought a small cottage on the outskirts of the city with their lord's blessing. There Eldridge hunted while Loretta and Lorenzo painted. They created many works of art his mom ended up selling them in town. Mostly to the middle/upper classes. Lorenzo however, refused to sell his own creations because he believed they looked horrendous. His mother tried to tell him otherwise, but he wouldn't hear it.

Now, the howls sometimes wake him in the night. Though, he knows that Loyal is long gone and buried. There is not a night that goes by that Lorenzo does not think about his him. Some of the townsfolk claim that when one dies the spirit moves on. Lorenzo is skeptical of these kinds of tales. Though, it is easier to believe when you lay in the quiet of the dark...

Personality

Demeanor: Lorenzo is a laid back individual who gets along with almost everybody. He loves his mom and dad though he thinks they smother him to much. It may not seem like it, but when Lorenzo wants something he has an insatiable drive to see whatever it is through until the very end. His tenacity and courage are powerful traits of his. He just needs the opportunity to use them. He had a tendency to downplay and dislike his own work. Whether that be his art, or his training he does for the dogs. After his tragic accident, he bottled up a lot of pain inside. He rarely goes out anymore fearing more sorrow.

Likes:
-Painting, drawing, and art in general.
-Dogs and other friendly animals.
-Hunting.
-Hooded cloaks.
-The color lavender.
-His family.

Dislikes:
-Sickness
-His art.
-Disrespect.
-Societal norms.
-Expectations.
-Spiders.

Skills:

Dog handler: Lorenzo has a natural gift for raising, training and taking care of dogs. Especially hunting ones.

Aspiring artist: Lorenzo has the goal to become a master painter. He knows enough to get by currently as an amateur.

Animal magnetism: Everywhere he goes, animals both wild and trained seem to take a liking to Lorenzo. As long as he isn't fearful.

Dreams: Lorenzo's dream is to one day run with the hounds through the forests on a grand hunt with Loyal. To become a master painter and make the entire land be in awe. He wishes to convey the beauty of life itself into his paintings, ending conflicts that petty folks small to great engage in.

Gear and Goods: Lorenzo owns a small cottage, a fine bow with a quiver of arrows, a couple of cloaks one lavender, painting supplies and some left over money from his days as a dog handler.

Relationships:
Loyal - The inseparable companion of Lorenzo, and his closest friend. From the many times he had been bitten by the dog or the many times the dog bit something to save him, the two became a perfect duo, like soup and crackers. Unfortunately, Loyal met an unfortunate fate at the hands of a carriage, but Lorenzo still lives on in glee with the fond memories of his companion.
Loretta - Lorenzo's mom, and main inspiration in his life. She taught him to see beauty in the world, and she was an outstanding mom in general. She still is, too, despite Lorenzo not showing affection a ton since the incident.
Eldridge - Lorenzo's Father, and the man who brought him into the world of dog-raising. From being a dumb kid that couldn't do a lot, this man brought him up from that, and he's awesome for doing that.
Lord Bryce - A big player in his life, the old Lord of Lorenzo wasn't always the kindest, but since he got his hunting companion, his entire opinion of Lorenzo had changed. The feelings were definitely mutual.
Martyrdom - The successor to Loyal, Martyrdom gives it his all despite still learning, and while Lorenzo does appreciate the dog for doing what he does, he doesn't like showing more affection than he has to because it makes him feel like a traitor to Loyal.

Unknown:

Oh shit I claimed the first Char Post. Nice.

Edit 11/30/2017 - Changed color from 662d91 to a187be

[Eklispe]

Col Ward

Reign: Kingdom Come

Name: Col Ward
Age: 19
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Squire
Appearance: Col is a young man with physique that can be described as a swimmer's build; wider shoulders and more narrow hips. He stands at 5'10 with toned muscle. His complexion is white though he can tan in the sun. He has brown hair and eyes. Col sports multiple scars across his forearms, chest with the most prominent being across his face.


Background: Col was born to a merchant family in the city of Milborne to Nichol and Eda. He grew up swinging wooden swords with the other children. He was enraptured hearing about the songs and tales of the minstrels and bards of the taverns.

Even when his father forbade him from going there, so he could learn the family trade, he found ways to sneak there anyway. Col did not want to be a merchant, but wanted to become like one of the knights of renown. Heroic and chivalrous. Nichol saw his son's desire, but his birth forbade him from entering any kind of knightly office.

That all changed one day at the age of 15 for Col. He woke up early to practice with his dull sword in the woods outside of the city. As they practiced a man rode on horseback at a breakneck pace towards the city. He was wearing a chain mail hauberk and had a sword at his side. He clutched his side as if he were injured. Col hid behind a tree and watched as three armed assailants rode up behind the first man. They wore scarves around their faces with clubs and other budget weapons. Col knew them to be bandits. Exiles of the towns and cities. They had no government except their own primitive societies.

The man rode past Col as the three gained on him. If Col didn't act quickly, the rider would most likely be overtaken. Fear gripped him and kept Col from moving. He wanted to do something, anything to help. This was his chance! He had to help this man, or die trying. He would not be stuck as a merchant's son. He would be something more. A spark ignited inside him. A slight push. Just enough to get him to leap out from the tree. The riders were surprised to see a young man with a sword ambush them. Without thinking, Col swung his sword hard as the first rider rode past him.

The masked bandit met the blunt weapon to the chest and almost toppled off his horse. His stirrups barely kept him in the saddle as he hunched over in pain. Col's practice had paid off. Unfortunately, he didn't know much about the ways of combat, just enough to swing a weapon really hard. The other two riders ran right at him as he tried to hide behind the tree. But before he got a chance, Col was clubbed in the head by the second rider. He yelled out and fell to the ground as everything went black. The last thing he saw was two men dismounting and walking up to him, weapons in their hands and hatred in their eyes.

When Col came to, he was in a bed by a fireplace. A man was sitting in a chair nearby, tending to the flames. It was hard to tell but it appeared like it was getting dark from how little light was shining through the window. Col's head was wrapped in bandages and he had a horrible headache.

The man turned out to be the rider who was fleeing the bandits earlier. His name was Rolfe Nash. He was a knight of the local lord Bryce and had been scouting the forest with his squire. His squire did not make it. They were ambushed by the bandits and Rolfe had barely gotten as far as he did before Col had intervened. Sir Rolfe had turned after seeing Col's bravery and engaged the two bandits in combat. Unfortunately, not before they had slashed Col's face with knives and beat him into a bloody pulp.

Rolfe had managed to cut one of the men down as the bandit was distracted with Col. The other attempted to flee, seeing as he was the only one left standing. Rolfe let him escape and tended to Col's wounds. As for the other bandit, Rolfe tied him up and carried him and Col into Milborne on his horse.

Col had been in a local inn, recovering from his grievous injuries. His face was horribly scarred. Those bandits hadn't intended to kill him, just to make him disfigured. His head throbbed with a concussion. Sir Rolfe looked on Col with a sense of awe. He asked him questions when Col was ready to speak about himself. Col told him everything about his upbringing and background. His desire to become a knight and do heroic acts. Rolfe listened intently without saying a word.

Finally, he gave Col the offer of joining him as his very own squire. The act was unprecedented within the region. Only men born of knightly descend could become knights. Rolfe saw something in Col and was willing to break the rules to bring him under his wing. The nasty scars never truly healed, but Col considered them a badge of honor for the sake of becoming a knight.

His parents were hesitant at first, but eventually allowed young Col to be Rolfe's squire in training. Over the next 4 years he served Rolfe well. He aided him on missions, learned many different forms of combat, riding, jousting and archery. He was no expert in any one area, but was solid in several. Rolfe was also a learned man and taught Col about the intricacies of philosophy, theology and politics. A knight was meant to be more then a dumb warrior, but a man of many intellectual talents as well. These were Col's most glorious days yet, doing what he loved for a man worthy of respect.

At the age of 19, Rolfe and Col were out on a mission for lord Bryce. They were scouting a neighboring countryside for potential disturbances when they were attacked by the largest wolves they had ever seen. They came suddenly with little warning. Their teeth tore through Rolfe's mount before they had time to react. They went down as Rolfe drew his sword. Col turned and drew his as well doing his best to cut down the beasts. Rolfe's horse was bleeding and ran off into the countryside away from danger. Surprisingly, the wolves did not give chase. Their attention was fixated on Rolfe.

Col charged swinging his sword at them, but they paid him little mind. They avoided his movements and snarled at his mount. The horse was terrified of the wolves and tried to run off. Rolfe ordered Col to escape as he swung at a wolf.

Col was adamant to stay by Rolfe's side. However, at his master's continued commands, he bitterly did as he was told riding off. Once again, the wolves did not give chase. The last thing he saw was Rolfe's shining sword and a pack of wolves lunging at him.

When Col arrived in Milborne, he told lord Bryce what had happened. Bryce ordered a hunting party to go forth and find Rolfe as well as these giant wolves. In the meantime, Col was to sit tight and recollect himself. The only reason he was even allowed to be a squire was at Rolfe's insistence. Even with Col's experience, his future was uncertain. There were many stuck in their old hierarchies, for better or worse.

Col sincerely hoped Rolfe had somehow managed to survive. Whatever the case, he intended to find out.

Personality

Demeanor: Col is a man of unstoppable drive and will. He goes for his dreams with abandonment, even to his own peril. He cares for others and in courageous fashion, will fight for them willingly. If he feels stuck or trapped in any way, physically or otherwise, he does everything in his power to get out. He hates rigid hierarchies and wishes they would be replaced. He has a love for philosophy, enjoying the inner parts of things and ideas that others easily overlook

Likes:
-Philosophy.
-Combat/Swordplay.
-Learning new things.
-Knights - Honor/Courage/Justice
-Battles.
-Reading.

Dislikes:
-Rigid, stale systems.
-His scars.
-Tedious, repetitive tasks.
-Criminals.
-Public events.
-Following orders without any reasoning.

Skills:

Combat: Col is well practiced on many different skills of combat. Swordplay, archery, horseback riding, and others. He is not amazing in any, but is proficient in all of them.

Knowledge: Due to Rolfe's emphasis on learning, Col has learned how to learn. Reading, philosophy, politics and current events are things he is pretty knowledgeable in.

Courage: Col has an almost otherworldly ability to push past fear. He is able to perform even under great pressure and pain.

Dreams: Col dreams of one day becoming a knight of valor and renown. He wants to make a difference in the world and rid it of criminals and things that would harm others. To do that, he must utilize skill in combat. But he also realizes that knowledge is very powerful. Protecting order may come at the edge of a sword, but keeping that order comes at the end of a pen.

Relations:

Rolfe Nash: Rolfe is perhaps the most important person in Col's life. He has taught Col essentially everything he knows and is the reason Col was able to live part of his dream and become a squire in the first place. Col is determined to find Rolfe, dead or alive, no matter how difficult

Merlin: Merlin is a gift from Rolfe and treated accordingly. The horse perhaps the most valuable of Col's possessions and the two have been together since Col became a squire, they are quite used to each other and work well together.

Lord Bryce: Well Col doesn't know Lord Bryce very well, as a squire he is subservient and knowledgeable about his lord. In addition Lord Bryce allowed Rolfe to make Col a squire in the first place, so he too is responsible for some of Col's good fortune.

Nichol: Col's father. Although the two of them didn't quite see eye to eye on what Col wanted, when Rolfe offered for Col to be his squire his father permitted it. Col respects his father despite their differences.

Eda: Col's mother. Though not the most outspoken person in Col's life, she is still his mother. Sometimes, knowing that someone out there loves and supports you no matter what can make all the difference in the world.

Gear and Goods: Col owns a set of chain mail hauberk, a leather helmet, a quality longsword, bow & arrows, and other bits of makeshift leather armor across his arms and legs. He also owns a horse named Merlin.

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[Spiffy]

@Skwint

Bastian Felstead

Reign: Kingdom Come

Name: Bastian Felstead
Age: 22
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Physician's assistant
Appearance: Bastian is 5'9 with black medium length hair and blue eyes. He has a light build, not taking up much space.


Background: Bastian was born in the outpost of Hightower to Sebastian Felsted and Henrietta. Sebestian was made the Protector of Hightower many years ago. Hightower was one of The Kingdom of Asmire's outpost/colonies. It was a cold area and snowed quite frequently. The purpose of these outposts was to gain more land and to strike fear into neighboring kingdoms. The Kingdom of Asmire was known for its' militaristic society, regarding strength as the ultimate good. They weren't particularly concerned about morality and social mores. As long as their leaders did well politically and militarily their supreme oligarghy would turn a blind eye.

Sebastian Felstead was instated as the leader of Hightower at 20 years old. He was renowned as a powerful and brutal man. In Hightower, he was the law. As long as Sebastian didn't commit treason against Asmire he was free to do as he pleased. Due to the great distance of Hightower from the capital of Asmire, the people only heard rumors and speculation of his deeds. During raids of neighboring lands, Sebastian would have all the men killed and the women carried off. He would allow no man to violate the women and girls that were captured. For he would have the first pick. They were his property. He sired many children in that far off territory by countless women. Sebastian would have his sons trained in combat and his daughters married off to loyal men. All of his progeny were given basic food, clothing and housing.

Bastian's mother Henrietta, was a young servant girl who was captured on a raid. She had dark black hair and bright blue eyes. She was brought to Sebestian along with the other women during the victory party. He grabbed her from the lot and forced himself on her. She became pregnant and bore a healthy boy, who she named Bastian, after his father. Sebastian really didn't give the girl a second thought after that and she ended up raising him by herself.

Bastian grew up in an environment that was all about conquest. The boys learned alongside the men on the only topic they cared much about, war. Felstead's sons were expected to learn how to fight. However, Bastian was not interested in learning how to destroy. Rather, he wanted to heal and help others. His mother Henrietta was his inspiration. Bastian was taught how to take care of people by her. She had such a kind and sweet spirit about her. Even in the midst of warmongers, she maintained her upright attitude. She tended to the wounds of the men as best she could and helped the children when they were sick. She was no physician, but had the right demeanor for the job. She would put her hands on them and they would get better over time.

Bastian inherited this gift from his mother. He could almost instinctively understand where people were hurting. After touching the problem, they would get better. Felstead did not approve of the men learning how to heal others and forbade Bastian from ever doing so again. He still practiced in secret regardless.

At the age of 20, Bastian was summoned along with the rest of his brothers. Felstead wanted to go on a "family" raid of a village he had his eye on for some time. All the men of age were required to go. Bastian was very hesitant, but decided that he didn't have to engage directly.

That night it was very cold. Felstead watched his many sons engage in the attack. The farming community didn't stand a chance against the trained sons with their superior weaponry. Bastian charged the village along with his brothers. The farmers were cut down by the sword and the women were taken captive. Bastian entered a farmhouse where a girl was crying in a corner. He tried to console her and tell her to come with him or one of his more violent brothers would pay her a visit. Wiping tears from her eyes she followed him. He told her he would have to pretend to have captured her and she agreed.

Heading back toward Hightower, the son's of Felstead were excited over their apparent victory. Felstead led they way, where a feast awaited them. Bastian could only shake his head in disgust. He took the girl aside to his mother Henrietta. She helped comfort the girl, who finally revealed her name as Gwen. She said she was 18 years old. Her husband had been killed in the raid. Bastian was very sorry and tried to help her as best as he could.

The women of Hightower didn't have as many privledges as the men. However, if they were under the wing of a son of Felstead they were given more leeway. They were also protected from the advances of others. Gwen revealed that she was actually pregnant. If it was a boy and Felstead found out, he would be killed. Bastian felt the best way to protect Gwen and the baby was to marry her, sealing the deal. Henrietta explained to Bastian that normally men don't simply marry whomever they please. There is a process involved including engagement. Being of Hightower, he had no notion of these things. Bastian ended up asking Gwen in private who agreed rather unromantically.

Unfortunately, Felstead had seen Bastian's lack of force towards the village they put to the sword. He summoned him to his court giving an ultimatum. Either lead the next assault or be cast out. He confronted his father and said he would leave before that. As he turned to go, his father reminded him of his new engagement, he would not be leaving with the girl or his mother. They belonged to him. Bastian was very distraut. He informed his mother and Gwen the news. Henrietta decided to create a distraction for the two and give them a better life outside of those militaristic walls.

That night, she set fire to a portion of Felstead's prized tower. As his sons and men began working on putting it out, Bastian and Gwen slipped out unnoticed. By the time everything was in order, they had already escaped towards the city of Milborne. It was there that they would begin a new life together. Bastian could only hope that his mother would be alright.

Over the next two years, Bastian worked as a physician's assistant in the local infirmary. His mother's gift had passed on to him and he found himself able to cure people without even realizing how. He would simply put his hands on the sick or injured and they would gradually get better. The people believed it was due to the head physician's skill, but Bastian's healing touch was doing its' work behind the scenes.

Meanwhile, Gwen gave birth to a baby boy she named Leo. Although he wasn't his biological son, Bastian accepted him as best as he knew how. He took care of the boy in those long nights. He also bought a dog named Rufus who a became close to. Helping his family and him have some semblence of happiness on the farmstead he rented out. Gwen was decent at farmwork, being raised on one herself. She was also happy to have Bastian as her husband, but secretly longed for her former one. She could see him in Leo every day and would often cry herself to sleep. Bastian tried comforting her, but felt like he didn't know how to be a father, let alone a husband. After all, his own dad was a raging maniac. What did a good man even look like?

Bastian would think of his mother often, and dreamed of heading back to free her. Knowing Felstead, he would not let her go unless he pried her from his cold, dead, hands. So that is exactly what he planned to do. Now to put that into practice..he was still working that out.

Personality

Demeanor: Bastian is a softspoken person with a heart of gold. He has a deep drive to care for others thanks to his mother. Even in the darkest of environments he was able to maintain his purity, never succumbing to his father's influence. He cares for his family, despite feeling ill equipped to do so. Bastian is often hard on himself, believing so many things are out of his control. He has a violent side to him that is reserved for those he believes deserve it. This hatred for those who wronged him ends up impacting those he truly cares about.

Likes:
-Peace and calm.
-Gwen and Henrietta
-Healing.
-Dogs
-Caring for others.
-Honorable battles.

Dislikes:
-His father.
-The cold/snow.
-Domineering people.
-Tobacco.
-Abandonment.
-Hightower.

Skills:

Healing Touch: Bastian inherited a special gift from his mother. He is able to heal those whom he touches. The effects are subtle and work over time rather than being instantaneous. He can also feel the pain of other's knowing where they are hurting.

Basic Combat: Due to his training in Hightower, Bastian has learned the basics of combat. He never really took a liking to it, due to the unsavory things his family used it for.

Moral Compass: Bastion has an unwavering conscience able to determine right and wrong easily. Even in dark environments he can determine the good, the true, and beautiful.

Dreams: Besides saving his mother, Bastian feels his life exists to serve others. Having no more dreams of his own, or so he thinks...

Gear and Goods: A small farmstead, a shortsword, dog, set of armor, medical bag.

Unknown:

[ProPro]

Marque of Bourdeaux

Reign: Kingdom Come

Name: Marque of Bourdeaux
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Caucasian and Foreign mix
Occupation: Performer
Appearance: Due to his skill in disguise, Marque is a man of many different appearances. However, he was born with dark brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 6ft with long arms and legs. His skin has an almost unnoticeable reddish tint to it.

Background: Marque was born in the town of Bourdeaux by his mother Erissa. She was working the streets in order to stay alive. She became pregnant one night by a foreign man that was visiting from a far off land. He was long gone by the time Erissa gave birth to a baby boy she named Marque. Erissa loved Marque deeply, but knew she could not give him the life he deserved. She delivered Marque to the local orphan worker with all the money she had acquired up until then. With a tearful kiss, Erissa sent Marque away to the city of Milborne. She hoped that in Milborne, Marque's purpose could be fully realized.

Over the next years, Marque was raised by multiple orphanage workers. Never in the same care for long, he was passed around almost yearly. Being born of a prostitute had a certain stigma attached to it. Growing up, Marque soon realized that others would soon as pick on him as look at him. This made him very closed off, and fostered a burning hatred towards those who bullied him. Marque had a certain knack for feeling others' feelings; good, bad and ugly. This sense also included a certain impression he would get sometimes when bad things were about to happen. He spent his time playing on the buildings exterior, jumping from platform to platform. Marque was also an excellent climber, able to parkour his way around away from bullies. His mother Erissa sent him letters often that Marque loved to read.

At the age of 10, Marque travelled throughout the city of Milborne. Anything to get away from his life at the orphanage. Even there, he found, people eyed him warily. It seemed that he could not run from who he was. If he couldn't be himself, he would become someone else. That day, Marque swiped makeup from a local vender and became "Dumont of Milborne." Unfortuantely, he wasn't very good with applying it to himself. A young girl about his age saw him steal the makeup and approached him. Afraid that he had been found out, Marque attempted to run through the alleyways back toward the orphanage.

The girl chased him all the way with surprising speed that rivaled his own. She eventually caught up to him when his makeup dripped into his eye, blinding him. She tackled him to the ground as she yelled at him. However, instead of being angry that he had stolen the makeup she was mad at the way he had applied it! She helped him to his feet and showed him the proper tequniques of making yourself look like a different person. She said her name was Rosanne. Then she offered to show him to the local theater house. They could always use stage hands, though the pay was pretty rotten. Marque immediately agreed. What did he have to lose?

They travelled to the theater of Milborne. There Marque was approached by a tall, swaggering man named Gardevior of Montenegrey. He spoke with an exotic accent Marque had never heard before. Gardevior did not ask his name nor question his identity. Everyone in the theater was accepted, no matter what their background was.

Over the next 11 years, Marque learned all the tricks and gifts of the trade from Gardevior. He was like the father Marque never had. He helped cultivate a sense of humor in the downtrodden young man to the point where Marque could make audiences howl with laughter at his antics. He could change his character with ease. Able to turn from a shy, quiet young man into a biosterious, proud general within a moment. His mother Erissa would come visit and watch with joy as Marque performed for all to see. She stayed in a house Marque purchased for her with the money he made in theater. She could not be prouder of her baby boy. Even the Lord of Milborne would come watch the young man perform.

Marque picked up a book on poetry, immediately falling in love with the eloquence and beauty portrayed in the wordplay. He would tell the tragedies and comedies of yesteryear with an authenticity people had never seen before. Gardevior was very impressed by his skill and made Marque the lead in many parts, with Rosanne being his lady on more then one occassion. Over this time, Rosanne and Marque became the closest of friends. She taught him how to dance freely. Marque got the feeling she was in love with him. He began to date her for a few happy months. It was a lot of fun for them both and Gardevior watched the two with a twinkle in his eyes. His mother wholeheartedly approved. However, despite these good tidings, Marque began to get an impression that something ominous was on the horizon. Though he didn't have an idea of what. He would soon find out.

In year 12, a horrible fire swept through the theater destroying large portions of the building. Gardevior's living quarters was destroyed. In a moment, Marque's dreams, identity and security went up in literal smoke. The authorities determined the fire was started on accident by a fallen lamp. Marque was out on the streets once more that night. Rosanne accompanied him with no where else to go.

Marque felt a disquiet in his soul that night. Everything seemed so strange. He sensed that the fire had not been an accident, but something more sinister. He did not know by who or what, but he intended to find out. He could only hope Gardeviorhad managed to escape in time..

Personality

Demeanor: Marque is a free spirit. He does what he believes is for the best, society taking a backseat. On the surface, he may seem easy to peg. However, Marque has a deepness about him that few stay around long enough to find out. He also has a wit about him, enjoying a good time with friends and family. He would sacrificeeverything for the ones he loves. He is very practiced in wordplay and rhyming. His skill at acting lets him range anywhere between gregarious loudmouth to a nobleman of the highest order. He fits each personality almost flawlessly. He only truly opens up his inner man to people who have proven trustworthy over time.

Likes:
-Acting/Storytelling
-Poetry/rhyming
-Praise.
-Family
-Parkour.
-Having fun.

Dislikes:
-Bullies.
-Society.
-Violent, angry people.
-Dreary obligations.
-The Orphanage.
-Not being listened to.

Skills:

Acting: Marque excels at the art of pretending to be someone else. He is able to revert between himself and anyone else easily, able to fool even the most watchful individuals through; disguise, voice manipulation and mannerisms.

Performing: From dancing all the way to poetry, Marque can dazzle audiences with his many gifts.

Parkour: Marque is well practiced in parkour. he is able to move from platforms, roofs, and all manner of objects within a city without much trouble. His long limbs allow him to reach for heights that most couldn't attempt.

Sixth Sense: Though unpracticed, Marque is able to feel other peoples emotions at times. Especially the negative ones. On occassion, he is able to predict that something bad is about to happen. This is more rare.

Dreams: Marque's dream is to provide for his growing family, find Gardevior and his absent father.

Relationships: Erissa: Considering the first purchase Marque made with his theater income was a modest home for his mother, it's safe to say he holds no grudges over being given up to the orphanage. In fact it's quite the opposite. He knows times were harsh and it was the only option she had. Since he became a successful actor, they've built their relationship quite powerfully. He would do anything to make her happy as payment for all she's done to bring him into the world.

Rosanne: Friend. Coworker. Soulmate. The moment she fell into his life (read: chased him down with intensity) the entire course of his being was irrevocably altered, definitely for the better. Ironically, while she has spent more time with his alter egos than anybody else, she's unquestionably the one who knows the most about his real self. He hopes to marry her once things settle down, and once he understands more about who he is.

Gardevoir: If friends are the family you choose, Gardevoir is the father Marque always wanted. Rosanne may have introduced Marque to life in entertainment, but it was Gardevoir that fostered, taught, and gave him direction. Since the fire no remains of the playwright have been found, leading to much turmoil in the young man's mind. The only explanation is abduction, and Marque is determined to find him.

Unknown Father: Marque knows nothing of his birth father, and his mother isn't particularly helpful in that regard. He holds no ire for the man; after all, as a drifting foreigner he'd have no way to know he had a son. That said, he holds no particular love for someone he's never met either. Even so, Marque seeks his birth father in hopes that he can better understand who he is and where he came from.

Gear and Goods: Marque owns; cases of makeup, a couple masks, two sets of clothes, a wig and a bag of coins. His mom owns a small house in town.

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[AngelofOctober]

The Hermit

Favian "The Hermit"

*also sort of how I imagine him playing

Name: Favian the Hermit
Age: 26
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Bard
Appearance:

Even if he were nobility, he probably didn't look it now. Most probably would laugh if he ever told them the truth of who he was. Though truthfully, the reality is that he might not and he doesn't necessarily dream to care what they have to say about his appearance.

A young man, whose stately appearance was troubled by a lack of money, and hard work. A gaunt face, and bags under his eyes, which were covered by an unkempt amount of tangled dirty blond hair. Actually it was more hard to tell if his blond hair was naturally dirty or if it were actual dirt that had stained his hair. Blue irises were hidden by either the shadow of his hat, or the state of his stringy, mangy, bangs.

His garb consisted of poorly condition clothing, a pair of breeches with several different patches worked into them to repair them, tucked into a pair of worn leather boots that had been fixed, and repaired several times over. His rough, cotton shirt, also had a state of different patches all to fix up noticeable holes and tears were repaired with a state of fabric stitches.

His fingers were well calloused from the use of instruments and he kept one nail longer than the rest to act like a pick for whenever he played the lute. Standing at 6ft, he was tall, but wore a state of poverty or at least a less then wealthy lifestyle. He had a tendency to slouch or hunch over from time to time, which shrank his height. And even if he weren't doing those things, his meek persona often had him seem shorter than what he truly was.

He has a rather well soft spoken voice, he speaks well an articulate, and educated. He is able to string a structure of words together that makes his musical arts well worth it for some. His voice is mild, albeit a bit hoarse at times, it's not too high pitch or low pitch, but sits somewhere in the middle. Though he has a tendency to mumble or stutter in uncomfortable crowded situations, when he is not performing.

Reference

Background: Favian was born to none other then Lord Bryce of Milborne and his wife Lady Muriel. For years they tried to have a child, but due to infertility, they were unable to have one. Years went by in this sorry state. Without an heir, Bryce's lineage would end. One day, almost miraculously, Muriel became pregnant. It turned out to be a boy who they named Favian. His parents couldn't have been more happy. The city of Milborne rejoiced with them.

For his early life, Favian grew up in court. He learned how to address nobility, to read, write and command servants. He took an extreme interest in the travelling troubadors and minstrels that would entertain the court. Lord Bryce was quite fond of them and would pay generously to all who visited. lady Muriel however, was displeased. She believed entertainment was a waste of valuable resources and time. Favian was entranced by their performances. But what really stirred his soul unlike anything else was the musicians. Their beautiful music told tales of ancient kingdoms, dragons, knights and princesses. There was no experience quite like it. He watched the other children's eyes dance with excitement. This was his calling.

Bryce was not against his son learning those skills, however, Muriel wouldn't have any of it. She forbade him from practicing instruments and verbally abused him from an early age. He was brought up having to shun the very things that gave him joy. Instead, he was forced to learn things that were dry and lifeless in his eyes. Learning, history and physical health were the top priorities of the Lady Muriel. Lord Bryce would not stand in the way of his wife, he was his one true love after all. Favian learned the power of words during this time. The ability to take you higher then the mountains, or deeper then the depths of the sea. The tongue was a flaming fire that had to be put in check or dangerous things could happen.

This abuse went on for many years unnoticed by the public at large. Favian felt like he was being constrained into the image his parents wanted. He felt like he didn't have his own voice. This made him very resentful toward them in his heart. Favian was very intelligent as well. He was undoubtedly going to be the next Lord of Milborne after his father. However, Favian had other plans. He stowed away with a band of travelling troubadors at the age of 16. He had finally resolved in himself to muster up the courage and get away from his home life.

The entire city of Milborne was in an uproar over Favian's disappearance. Lord Bryce and Lady Muriel were distraut. They searched everywhere for their son, but he was long gone. Favian persuaded the troubador's to teach him their craft of music with a bag of coin. Favian decided to go with the name "The Hermit." He grew out his beard and hair in order to hide his identity. He travelled with this musical group for many years, going from court to court. They entertained many Lord's and Lady's of nobility. Now he finally had the voice he was created to express freely. His group was allowed to freely travel throughout the Kingdoms due to their status as neutral entertainers.

Favian learned much about the world in that time. Life was so much more vast then he ever knew in the confines of the City of Milborne. His group of troubador's taught him many different songs and instruments. Favian took a liking to the lute most. It had a nostalgic sound to it, intoxicating in its' majestic, otherworldly sound. In the hands of an experienced player, it was able express so much more then words alone ever could. Favian wrote his own sheets of music and performed in courts. He took his audiences away to other worlds with his crafted pieces. Favian was finally able to convey the power of words to song that would bring people up lifting their spirits. But something didn't sit right with him. Because the greatest pay was in the castle's of lords and ladys, the poor and destitute never got a chance to listen.

After many years of learning, Favian broke up with his Trabadour friends and bought a small piece of land outside the city of Milborne in the Glistening Wood. He was 24 years old. Despite his treatment in court in earlier years, Favian felt called to the place of his birth. He desperately wanted to see his father and even his mother. Maybe they had changed?

For 2 years Favian played for the townsfolk on many occassions, only accepting whatever they could afford as payment. "The Hermit" was know as a people's hero of sorts. Even with his great skill, he would play for the lower classes of Milborne. They provided him with food, clothing and other necessities. During his sessions, he would try to teach the people through song. Favian believed ignorance was one of their worst enemies and tried to offset their lack of education with his own knowledge. His efforts did not amount to much in that area, however.

Lord Bryce came on occassion to listen to his stirring tales on the lute. Favian recognized his father immediately, but never gathered up the courage to visit with him. He had a fear that kept him from engaging with people for long stretches of time. Being away from other's helped him recollect his energy and inspiration.

Favian sits in his cabin many nights, playing his instruments. He crafts new music in order to impact the people of Milborne. Recently, he had even seen creatures of enormous size travelling through the wood at night. Strange new circumstances that could require his attention. But could he forgo his recluse state in order to help other's more practically? Perhaps..

Personality

Demeanor: Favian is a type of recluse. The only time he interacts with others is during his concerts to the people of Milborne. He has a fear of being discovered by the nobility and tries to stay away from them. This is especially so for his mother and father. His heart is to help others in the best way he knows how, through music. He believes in a higher standard; loyality, humility and kindness are his virtues. Because of his negative experiences in life, Favian believes that it is those who break the rules and take advantage of others that come out on top. This belief has created bitterness in his heart to those of higher status. He absolutely abhors ignorance and does his best to keep his mind sharp. Reading and learning are important to him. He only wishes others saw the same value in them as himself. Having his own voice to express to others is one of his greatest needs and desires. He uses music in order to do just that.

Likes:
-Stirring music.
-Virtues.
-Wisdom/Learning
-Inspiring others.
-Being alone.
-Discovery.

Dislikes:
-Ignorance.
-His parents.
-The nobility.
-Large crowds.
-Being silenced.
-Awkward silence.

Skills:

Musical Proficiency: Favian is a great musician able to convey feelings of all kinds through the music he composes himself. People are enraptured by his songs and tales, hanging on to every verse. He is able to play all manner of musical instruments well, but specializes in the lute.

Learned: Being brought up as the son of a Lord gave Favian the opportunity to learn to read, write and take care of himself. He has never lost the desire to learn, but the subjects in which he engages in today are much different then the ones he was forced to learn growing up.

Wisdom: Throughout his travels, Favian has experienced much of what the world has to offer. He has seen much and done much. The wisdom he has gained through his experiences have impacted him greatly, giving him good words for people of all different circumstances. He almost always has an answer for a problem that he encounters.

Dreams: Favian wishes to have a voice in matters. To destroy ignorance and uplift understanding. He wants to be valued for who he is and the skills he possesses. He wants to show his family that who he was created to be was greater then anything they tried to turn him into.

Relations:

Father; Favian doesn't always look at his father with favor. He loved who he was, not what he became. His father was the one who encouraged the arts in him, to pursue his dreams. To be what he wanted. Then his mother started hounding him, hurting him. His father had ever chance to stop her, stand up to her. Why didn't he? Why didn't he protect him?

Mother; He always wanted to love her. Have a relationship with her. Perhaps have her eyes open at some point in time. But she never did. He resents he more than anything and doesn't really want her back in his life. He wouldn't know where to begin on forgiving her.

Troubadours; Have always been like a family he was never related to. They gave him a sense of belonging and a sense of self that his past life hadn't. They allowed him to dream, learn and spread his wings and he'd definitely help a member out in a heartbeat.

Gear and Goods: A cabin within Glistening Wood, a set of various musical instruments, his prized lute, clothes for different seasons, and many different books, scrolls, sheets of musical compositions, and a pen for writing.

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