Partisan

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

In mercenary life: yes. Women are allowed. In the court.. not so much. Not to say it's impossible, after all a queen is also a woman. It's just less common and the men will be less trusting or will mock women in court, taking a longer time to accept them if they do so at all.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

Joachim Metleburg

Joachim Metleburg
'Sine labore nihil'

Full name: Joachim Markus Metleburg
Titles: 'Blue'
Rank: Boar.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.
Appearance:

Personality: Joachim is one of those people that just sits quietly, drinks his ale and has a nice conversation with his mates. The 'throw a chair at a guy and start a barfight' mentality is one that he does not posses, strangely enough for the Iron Company is home to many many of these people. His relative calmth is explained through his history as a squire, but that's not to say that he was always this calm. Rather, he has become more agressive, just not as much as the rest. He fits in rather well with the royalties due to his history amongst their ranks, yet his lack of blueblood is enough to keep the normal folks from pestering him too much.

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History: Joachim is what one might call a blue-blooded bastard, except he isn't blue of blood. His family used to be serfs on a royal lords estate, within Arlon, and served the lord many years. When Joachims' father heard the news of his wife being with child, he asked the lord that ruled over them to take the child in if it were a boy, and to teach him the ways of a nobleman. Normally these kind of requests were insane, but their lord was a kind lord who was without child -- his wife had birthed him only daughters and these had been married off long ago, save one of them. The lords wife was indeed with child again, and a seer had told her it'd be a girl. Normally these prophecies came true, though the reasonings behind the prophecies remain 'secret' and are largely based on luck. Many seers have lost their heads for giving untrue prophecies, in that regard. The lords' daughter was barely a month old when Joachim came to earth, blessed be He himself who touched the child upon birth saving him from the death that fell upon his mother.

The lord had promised to come back upon his promise to the father in 16 years, when both Joachims' father and the lord had grown old and feeble. Still, the lord had had no male children and sent a messenger for Joachim. After a dinner with the lord himself, he decided that Joachim was fit to be a part of their family. He married the girl, whom was very pretty and a fair wife to Joachim. The marriage was good, but dull. Yet one day the lord called upon Joachim to take to the sword, as one of the lords within the kingdom had seen fit to declare their castle as theirs, based on ancient treaties that were obviously not real. They marched against one another, warband against warband. Joachim fought as part of the lords personal guard, the best of the best, on horseback. Though he fought well, his steed fell in battle due to a stray spear being aimed his way, and he fell to the ground amidst the battle. Once he got up he was to defend himself against a multitude of opponents, the only allies in sight being a few militiamen who rushed to Joachim's aid because of his friendly attitude towards the commoners. Together they drove back the enemy, which consisted of mainly hired sellswords. They had won the day but not the war, and soon after a second company of mercenaries faced off against the warband.

They fought well but were ultimately bested by the enemies numbers, forced to retreat to the castle and hole out until further notice. But they laid siege for six months, and for six months they suffered of famine and disease. The enemy was about to launch an attack after receiving reinforcements and torching the outlying village, including Joachim's fathers homestead. Right before the attack was to begin the lord raised a white flag from his keep and the soldiers were ordered to stand down and surrender. Due to this, the lord managed to spare their lives. But not his own. He was beheaded in the courtyard of the castle, his daughter and Joachim's wife following after that and ultimately the lords wife had to suffer the same fate. And though his wife was dead, Joachim did not mourn for he never loved her and she never loved him, it was merely a deal between two parents. And he was thankful to the lord for making that deal, but ultimately 20 year old Joachim had to decide for himself what to do.

He wandered the lands of Arlon, offering his services as a hedge knight and attending jousting and swordfighting tournaments, and making a name for himself. Where ever he went he was met with considerable hospitality, as he did not only offer entertainment for noblemen and royalties, but also offered some information that he'd gathered from other places he had visited beforehand. Never asking a price for the information, the information was always info that one could get without his help as well. Simple things, like a certain road being plagued by bandits. A few years later, 23 year old Joachim had joined up with the Iron Company, no longer being a hedge knight but a sellsword. However these words are meaningless, and covet two sides of the same swords. Whilst he wasn't present during the famous battle in which the Bear died, he remembers the battle well as he was told of it the day after by a weary traveller, causing him to seek out these mercenaries and join their ranks in order to earn some fame and coin to his name.

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Skills: Joachim is a skilled swordsman, not one of the best but he can definetely hold his own. The combination of a shield and sword lie him exceptionally well and his position in the spearhead of the mercenary band benefits this even more so. He is at his best when he is supported by a spearman from behind, to poke at whatever hole Joachim opens in the enemies defense.

Besides his swordsmanship he can handle a mace or flail just as well, dependant on the circumstances or his mood. He is quite able to take prisoners without killing them or bashing a face in, so this is pretty useful for when they need to earn some coin by collecting slaves. Besides this he is an able rider, though he lacks a horse at this moment. He rides like a nobleman, straight up in his saddle rather than hunched over like some commoner would. Seated in a steed he looks exceptionally good, too, one might say.

Dreams and fears: Be known in the kingdom of Arlon as an honorable knight, gain a name and an estate for himself too. He wishes to gain political status within Arlon, and through that wishes to further the knighthood, to reinstate values such as being noble, virtuous and other such things. His fears are seeing Arlon fall to whatever kingdom surrounds them, his love for the country being quite great. He doesn't seem to care who is at the head of Arlon, but believes that Arlon is such a good country that they should be sovereign.
Favored equipment: He wears a rather large shoulder pauldron on his left shoulder, being made of steel. To ensure that he doesn't get pains from the steel plate pauldrons he has padded leather underneath with some straps running across it so he can tighten it or loosen it. Under that is chainmail for some more protection. His lower arm guards are steel plate as well, but they don't cover his hands. He wears a tabbard over his chainmail body piece, with the Iron Tree emblazoned on it. Many belts and buckles run over this tabard, some being home to straps for him to attach a knife or another weapon to. His chainmail body piece reaches to his middle, with padded leather extending to just above his knees. He wears burgundy linnen pants underneath his set of armor, with high leather boots extending up until the half of his shins. [Refer to his appearance for his look -- it's exactly that.]

As mentioned before, Joachim prefers a sword, flail or mace, being quite good with these three weapons but favoring none above the other. His choice is purely circumstancial and he isn't the best at these weapons by a long shot. Though he primarily goes for the sword, which is a larger type of bastard sword that he uses with one hand, a knightly shield in the other hand. This shield has an iron rim around it, holding it together. The front of the shield has both the Queens insignia and heraldics on it, as well as an iron tree below those heraldics.

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

dereken said
Hey man, are you okay? Do you need something to drink? You seem to be pretty fixated on this.

My only goal in signing up for this RP was to have a pet BD and so it shall be done. >:(

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

Like I said, religion is mostly free. Radicalism is part of that freedom.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

The main belief is that there's a single God, who is referred to as 'Him' or is dependant on what kind of work/culture you are from. For instance, the Iron Company can refer to him as 'The Steel Man' because of their mercenary work but a potter might refer to him as the Clayman, or a fisher as 'The Big Carp' however these names aren't commonplace and are generally different every now and then. Therefore your character doesn't have to refer to him as the Steel Man, and is free to come up with his own name.

Usage of 'Godly' emblems or heraldics is pretty common, and many kings and queens say that their right to rule is divine, given to them by God. These same kings and queens have been overthrown, but that's not the point. There's no set rules of beliefs in the kingdom however so you'll find many different versions of creation stories, simply because a church is what a church should be; a place to pray. Therefore you won't find priests. Well, not in a castle, but in a big city maybe.

However recently the religious folks have been demanding more power, tax advantages and such. The king has given in to these requests simply because he needs support right now in order to stay in power because while the lords and such support him, the peasantry is divided. Religion is a powerful tool.

Did I answer some of your questions?

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Tribal Matters [Hibbie x Partisan]

Audrun frowned at the speed at which she had managed to catch those fish. Was there anything Accalia wasn't good at? Audrun had barely gotten the fire started yet when she held the fish in front of his face. On of the fish was particularily large. “How about we cook one or two? We can cook the largest ones and then leave the other three for tomorrow.” He didn't wait for her opinion on things and grabbed the two largest fish, took a stick and poked it through the fishes remains. He placed the stick into the fire, supporting it's end on a rock so that the fish wouldn't be directly in the fire but rather over it. Burnt fish was terrible after all, and Weylyn would probably complain about it. Maybe Audrun wasn't a good fisherman but he was a pretty good cook. Or atleast.. that's what he thought.

An hour later or so the fishes were ready. Well, they were sort of really hot and they didn't taste too good due to lack of any kinds of nice seasonings, but it was food. Audrun ate it with much pleasure as the recent events of their tribes being slaughtered, having to trek around with a little kid and looking for firewood tired him down quite a bit. “So this Lynx, eh. I'd like a Lynx fur.. I need a new hood. And they say a Lynx tooth talisman gives you a stronger body. Wouldn't that be useful for little Weylyn here? He looks so weak.. you Deer tribe people pamper your kids too much. He's like.. a lot of fat and no muscle.” Likely he'd anger Accalia again but it was pretty much true, though Audrun didn't know this was the Deer tribes leaders' son, so he didn't know the reason of him being so pampered and fat.

“Then again you're not that muscled either. Must be a deer tribe thingie.” he said, grinning as he took another bite of his fish. Audrun tried his best to get her agitated and it was showing, but the real question was would Accalia notice too? Regardless he'd scoot back a bit, grabbing his coat in the process. Leaning against the walls of the cave he'd put the coat over his pulled up legs and lean his head back. “I wonder who did this. The whole attac-” he said silently, looking at Weylyn. “I mean.. who found our people and lead them to the meeting place.” He couldn't help but wonder if it'd been the other tribes.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

I'll run through my list of subscriptions, post where necessary, make a new character for here (like, my official 'I'm part of the RP in more than just GMing!' character) and then start an IC I think.

Alive

Ah, I'm sorry, used to environments where I can swear freely. Didn't mean anything by it, just European values or something I guess.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

Cya. I'll wait for you, I'm not in a hurry.

Alive

I'll fuck you up too!