Post by phrostphyre on Jun 10, 2013 1:42:37 GMT -5
Name: Agibert Gaudulf
Age: 24
Race: Human
Allegiance: Broddring
Physical Description:
Agibert is tall, like most of the men in his family, but unlike them, is lean. He is more reminiscent of a cougar or wolf, rather than a lion or bear. Though wiry, his muscles are those of a warrior; considering that is Agibert’s profession, it is a good thing. Blond, like his mother, Agibert possesses a bold, prominent nose, unmistakable for anything else. With a pair of thin lips over a strong, definite chin, an oddly arched forehead, and a wide face Agibert is not classically pretty, like an elf, but he possesses his own brand of attractiveness, if one were to call it that. Generally wearing breeches, tunic, doublet, and boots of decent make, in neutral colors, one can tell he is not used to wealth, or the accessories provided by it.
Agibert's arms and armor, are, by means of quite recently, the best. This is due to his father's elevation to Duke of the
Plains March, but despite being quality steel, Agibert's shirt of mail and arming sword, are, quite simply, unadorned, plain, and a warrior's equipment. Despite bearing the scars of combat, Agibert has refused to have the links in his shirt replaced, simply having them reheated shut, and sharpening his sword down to match when nicks appear in it from use. His shield is round, oak, and painted with the brand-new arms of the Gaudulfs; a rampant black wolf, tongue out in a snarl, on a red backing.
Personality: Agibert is a taciturn man, borne out from years of seeking, and never earning, his father's approval. Slow to speak, he is nevertheless an intelligent man; others often misjudge him as slow or dumb because of this, but Agibert's mind is quick. Despite his apparent slowness, but belied intelligence, Agibert is a man quick to anger, and slow to cool; again, a result of his father's emotional and physical neglect. Agibert was cared for, true, but he was never played with, other than by neighbors watching him for his father, or other children.
Eventually, as a result of the lack of love in his life, Agibert hardened his heart to the world, and became what he is; intelligent, outwardly and inwardly cold, and, perhaps most importantly, he believes unable to love. Furthermore, Agibert is not a man prone to betting, and as such, he bides his time when involved in plots, waiting to see who will come out ahead.
History: The history of Agibert Gaudulf cannot, in truth, be summed up simply. It truly begins with his father, a descendent of one of the soldiers the first human King brought with him to Alagaesia. These men for generations undaunted held the line against the darkness that threatened to overwhelm their previous lands. When in Alagaesia, they held back the Urgals, fell and wild beasts, and the horrors spawned from a land imbued with magic.
Then came the Blue Divide. And the Gaudulf men served with relish. A chance to defend King and country against the knife-ear scum that were the elves? With much pleasure, they joined the army, and served in the frontlines until all but one of them were cut down. He was Ascbert Gaudaulf, Agibert’s father. With sadness and a sense of shame, he withdrew from the frontlines and settled to the life of a farmer, chainmail and sword hung over his mantle. Ascbert found a wife, and she gave him a son. She died giving Agibert life, though, and Ascbert would always resent his son for that.
Time wore on, though, and with it, new changes: Ascbert rejoined the army, and through fervor and determination, worked his way to general. Agibert rarely saw his father, but even through his father’s resentment of him, Agibert was determined to succeed in all his endeavors, and so he pushed himself harder, faster, further, burning through tutors and swordmasters, trying to match his father. It never worked. Always was his further taunting him: “Come on, boy. You’ve not beaten me yet, and I doubt you ever will.” And it worked, too. Eventually, when he reached seventeen, tired and bitter from all the work he had put into making his father proud, Agibert broke down and joined the Kingdom’s army as a common swordsman, determined to beat his father that way.
When his father was made Duke of the Plains March, Agibert was recalled by Ascbert from the army, and began training to take over his father’s position when the man died, as well as becoming commander of Ascbert’s personal soldiers. Deeply scrutinized by the Queen, the soldiers of the Duchy are provided uniforms, food, and equipment by the Duke. This is because despite the expansionism of the military and standing army, there is still a shortage of trained and equipped manpower to guard the border. With combat experience against Urgals on the border of the Hadarac and bandits seeking to make themselves into bandit lords, Agibert has stood in a shield wall, the true test of a Gaudulf man. Now twenty-four, and disappointedly anticipating more of the same grind: Wake up, lessons, lunch, practice of the combat arts, more lessons, dinner, finding a wench, and sleep, Agibert longs to go back to the army, and the orderly drilling, combat maneuvers, and the battles.
Roleplaying Sample:
Age: 24
Race: Human
Allegiance: Broddring
Physical Description:
Agibert is tall, like most of the men in his family, but unlike them, is lean. He is more reminiscent of a cougar or wolf, rather than a lion or bear. Though wiry, his muscles are those of a warrior; considering that is Agibert’s profession, it is a good thing. Blond, like his mother, Agibert possesses a bold, prominent nose, unmistakable for anything else. With a pair of thin lips over a strong, definite chin, an oddly arched forehead, and a wide face Agibert is not classically pretty, like an elf, but he possesses his own brand of attractiveness, if one were to call it that. Generally wearing breeches, tunic, doublet, and boots of decent make, in neutral colors, one can tell he is not used to wealth, or the accessories provided by it.
Agibert's arms and armor, are, by means of quite recently, the best. This is due to his father's elevation to Duke of the
Plains March, but despite being quality steel, Agibert's shirt of mail and arming sword, are, quite simply, unadorned, plain, and a warrior's equipment. Despite bearing the scars of combat, Agibert has refused to have the links in his shirt replaced, simply having them reheated shut, and sharpening his sword down to match when nicks appear in it from use. His shield is round, oak, and painted with the brand-new arms of the Gaudulfs; a rampant black wolf, tongue out in a snarl, on a red backing.
Personality: Agibert is a taciturn man, borne out from years of seeking, and never earning, his father's approval. Slow to speak, he is nevertheless an intelligent man; others often misjudge him as slow or dumb because of this, but Agibert's mind is quick. Despite his apparent slowness, but belied intelligence, Agibert is a man quick to anger, and slow to cool; again, a result of his father's emotional and physical neglect. Agibert was cared for, true, but he was never played with, other than by neighbors watching him for his father, or other children.
Eventually, as a result of the lack of love in his life, Agibert hardened his heart to the world, and became what he is; intelligent, outwardly and inwardly cold, and, perhaps most importantly, he believes unable to love. Furthermore, Agibert is not a man prone to betting, and as such, he bides his time when involved in plots, waiting to see who will come out ahead.
History: The history of Agibert Gaudulf cannot, in truth, be summed up simply. It truly begins with his father, a descendent of one of the soldiers the first human King brought with him to Alagaesia. These men for generations undaunted held the line against the darkness that threatened to overwhelm their previous lands. When in Alagaesia, they held back the Urgals, fell and wild beasts, and the horrors spawned from a land imbued with magic.
Then came the Blue Divide. And the Gaudulf men served with relish. A chance to defend King and country against the knife-ear scum that were the elves? With much pleasure, they joined the army, and served in the frontlines until all but one of them were cut down. He was Ascbert Gaudaulf, Agibert’s father. With sadness and a sense of shame, he withdrew from the frontlines and settled to the life of a farmer, chainmail and sword hung over his mantle. Ascbert found a wife, and she gave him a son. She died giving Agibert life, though, and Ascbert would always resent his son for that.
Time wore on, though, and with it, new changes: Ascbert rejoined the army, and through fervor and determination, worked his way to general. Agibert rarely saw his father, but even through his father’s resentment of him, Agibert was determined to succeed in all his endeavors, and so he pushed himself harder, faster, further, burning through tutors and swordmasters, trying to match his father. It never worked. Always was his further taunting him: “Come on, boy. You’ve not beaten me yet, and I doubt you ever will.” And it worked, too. Eventually, when he reached seventeen, tired and bitter from all the work he had put into making his father proud, Agibert broke down and joined the Kingdom’s army as a common swordsman, determined to beat his father that way.
When his father was made Duke of the Plains March, Agibert was recalled by Ascbert from the army, and began training to take over his father’s position when the man died, as well as becoming commander of Ascbert’s personal soldiers. Deeply scrutinized by the Queen, the soldiers of the Duchy are provided uniforms, food, and equipment by the Duke. This is because despite the expansionism of the military and standing army, there is still a shortage of trained and equipped manpower to guard the border. With combat experience against Urgals on the border of the Hadarac and bandits seeking to make themselves into bandit lords, Agibert has stood in a shield wall, the true test of a Gaudulf man. Now twenty-four, and disappointedly anticipating more of the same grind: Wake up, lessons, lunch, practice of the combat arts, more lessons, dinner, finding a wench, and sleep, Agibert longs to go back to the army, and the orderly drilling, combat maneuvers, and the battles.
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