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OOC Information First Name/Nickname: Dave AIM Screenname: Putting your AIM on boards like this inundates your shit with porn bots. PM me, yo. Preferred Email: bloodwerth@gmail.com Age: 24

IC Information Character Name: Sir Torrance March Character Portrait: Viggo Mortensen Age: Thirty-five Origin: Hollow Hill, Erianador Current Location: Redleaf Keep, Anomandia
Sir Torrance March, Sword of Redleaf, Shield of the Four Leaf Kingdom History/Personality: Torrance March, second of his name, bastard child to Rodric Edgremont and Agatha March, knew a hard life whilst growing. His mother passed away when he was a boy and with no surviving relatives on her side of the family tree, Torrance was sent to foster with the man that had sired him eight years and nine months previous. Rodric didn't take kindly to having his bastard son grow alongside his legitimate heirs, but in the meat fields of Erianador, there is much work for a boy to do tending cattle and clearing land. Torrance was put to task for two years, working his hands raw before being foisted off on a wandering hedge knight, Sir Tarrant Heathcliff.
What he lacked in love from his father, Heathcliff made up for it in spades, though the old man had a funny way of showing affection. Torrance was still made to work, but his master was someone that appreciated the service, and Heathcliff wasn't assigning menial duties to get the boy out of his hair. Every chore had a purpose, every purpose a lesson, whether it was gutting fish so that they wouldn't starve or tending the horses and mule after setting up camp to ensure the beasts' longevity. As a hedge knight, Sir Tarrant could scarcely afford to buy new steeds were anything to happen to the two he currently owned; lessons in stretching coin were abundant in Torrance's years as a squire, as finding work in Erianador, then in Sviaslen, was left to the fickle winds of fate.
Knighted in his seventeenth year, the newly titled Sir Torrance March rode hard to Floraton and participated in his first of many tourneys, taking home honors in the melee and acquitting himself well in the joust; he managed to win enough coin to purchase his own mount and earned another steed for dismounting one of his opponents. With aid from his winnings (and shrewd gambling practices with other tournament-goers), Torrance set off across the lands, following the same wandering footsteps as his predecessor. He'd seek work as a hedge knight between large cities, whereupon he would then enter himself in as many jousts and melees as his body could withstand.
Recent years have found Sir Torrance working in Anomandia, earning his stay doubling as Captain of the Redcaps, a small unit of Anomandian soldiers loyal to the rulers of Redleaf Keep, and as the Master-at-Arms of the Keep itself.
In public, Torrance keeps his emotional displays to a bare minimum, choosing instead to present to the world a tempered man capable of doing his duties without question. Due to his station in life, he's never been the type to openly express his opinion, instead choosing to remain silent more oft than not; however, he does have his own opinions, and when asked, the knight will find the necessary utterances to convey his feelings . . . usually in ten words or less.
The few times he shows himself capable of outward displays of warmth generally involve his nephews, children he cares for and cares about deeply. After the death of his half-brother, Torrance became the boys' guardian.
Items of Interest:
Arengriv: Three and a half feet long, Arengriv is both stout and light, made for thrusting and stabbing, with blood groves running the length from crossguard to a handspan from the sword's tip. Engraved along both sides of the gleaming silver blade are autumn trees washed in gold, with shed leaves looping and writhing all the way to the hilt, a thickly paddled black leather affair that ends with a pommel of thickly cut topaz.
Bonesaw: A dirk. Its golden blade runs straight from a simple gold crossguard for about two-thirds of its length. The last third, instead of tapering to a point almost immediately, features a dozen thickly serrated edges on each side of the blade.
Crow, Hobb: two Anomandian blood bay destriers. Tourney/warhorses.
Brick, Night, Tarn & Pots: three garrons and a mule used for packhorses/travel between cities.
Armor: One suit of iron plate armor, sable and gold with a black ringmail shirt. The gorget is embossed with elaborate crimson leaves; the double-visored closehelm and the armor's vambraces, pauldrons, greaves and rondels are embossed with their own leaves of jet inlaid with ruby.
Family Genealogy:
- Felix Darville -- Francine Wode --- Dinah Darville --- Rodric Darville -/- Agatha March ----- Torrance March ----------------- Velma Hawkins ----- Silas Darville [33] ----- Neville Darville -- Eleth Tyrell -------- Clay Darville -------- Cid Darville
- Torrance March -- Winifred Dumont --- Abel March --- Agatha March -/- Rodric Darville ----- Torrance March

IC Information Character Name: Gwilym E. Sertelem, the Old Griff Character Portrait: Sean Connery Age: Seventy-two Origin: Port Silverpence, Lonce Current Location: Port Silverpence, Lonce
The Old Griff History/Personality: If coin makes the man, the head of House Sertelem has achieved a number of remarkable successes in his life, victories and triumphs worth a thousand and one ballads crafted by the finest bards – preferably sung in unison for maximum chorus effect. If coin does not make the man, as his father once told him, the Old Griff has still managed to leave his mark on the Four Leaf Kingdom, rising to power not only by the strength of his sword arm or the weight of his purse, but on guile, flattery, and a devilish smile that makes women want to bed him and men want to be him.
In truth, the glow of his smile has faded from the time when his hair had only started to silver at the temples. Since gray spread like wildfire through the rest of his thick mane and his comely beard, tales regarding his sexual exploits have markedly tapered off. Of course, the fact that nearly every bastard working as a fisherman or shipper or slaughterer in the Four Leaf Kingdom claims to have been sired by the Old Griff, gossip never trails far behind the wealthy old man in his journeys. All the rumors surrounding his army of bastards aren't helped by the fact that he has no known pureblood heirs.
His power and influence overrides most of his boisterous personality and the sordid tales of drunken debauchery when it comes to business of Court. Dozens of years ago, his great-grandfather began a small trading enterprise from the ground up; Port Silverpence, one of the busiest trading industries in all the land, began as a meager five-dock shipping venture that rose from nothing to become the single largest port in all of Archanea. Gwilym, his great-grandfather's namesake, continues to operate the prosperous company.
As a battle-tested veteran of the Barbarian Invasion and a member of one of the first Galleon families in Lonce, it is said that Griff shits precious gemstones and wipes his ass with gold Sovereigns.
Items of Interest:
Sons of Lonce Necklace: A tweed necklace with a nightleaf pendant, the primary symbol of the former independent flag of Lonce.
$$$: MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, bitches.
Family Genealogy:
- Gwilym Sertelem -- Rhona Burke --- Walton Sertelem -- Keely Wellsen ------ Gery Sertelem -- Michelle Lovelace --------- Gwilym E. Sertelem --------------------- Bar Wench ------------ SON Forge --------------------- Fair Maid ------------ SON Silverpence ------------ DAUGHTER Silverpence --------------------- Probably a prostitute ------------ DAUGHTER Fields --------- Mara Sertelem -- Henry Annard ------------ NEPHEW Sertelem ------------ Rodric Sertelem ------------ NIECE Sertelem ------ Simond Sertelem -- Elen Tarns --------- COUSIN Sertelem [M] ------ Nieles Sertelem -- Eveth Drake --------- Edwin Sertelem -- Mary-Elisabeth Lewe ------------ COUSIN Sertelem [F] --- George Sertelem-Darry -- Margaery Darry

IC Information Character Name: Gilas Ames Character Portrait: Henry Cavill Age: Twenty-four Origin: Anomandia Current Location: Anomandia/Desert border
Ames' Foxes History/Personality: Wraiths.
For years these bandits, holdovers from the Barbarian Invasion that never escaped back into Sundrake Desert, would steal into camps in the night and claim lives, slaughtering men, taking iron and steel, looting gold and defiling women. Once they had their fill, they'd raze the village to the ground and disappear into the mountains, cut off from those seeking revenge. Come dawn, the only things the Wraiths leave behind are corpses andthe charred husks of burned homes.
Gilas Ames and his brothers belonged to one such village.
They arrived in the thick of winter when the family was hunting in the woods; silent in the night, the Wraiths poured into Chayfalls and set fire to the barns, burning crops that had been tended to all season and put away to sustain several families the length of the snowfall. Men woke and ran from their beds to extinguish the flames. Stark naked or clothed only in sleepwear, they stood little chance against the Wraiths lurking in the shadows. After the town's men fell, the reavers set to work on the women and children, taking their time and savoring their profane work.
When the hunting party returned, they discovered twenty people in the homestead were without heads. A handful more were crucified among the remains of the demolished barn. Lacking a proper burial for several days, dismembered bodies had been set upon by scavengers. From a village of a little over thirty pairs of hands, eight people remained.
That morning after the dead were blessed, buried, and sent on their way to strengthen the roots of the Great Albion Tree, what remained of the Ames family armed themselves and rode hard, traveling south along the mountain range in search of the next village in the Wraiths' path. It took them a fortnight to catch the reavers, who fought hard to escape reprisal. In the end, every one of the murderers and rapists was slain in the name of the King's justice and all the fallen families that had met their end. With the loss of another brother and their homes destroyed, Ames' Foxes solidified into a vigilante group meting out frontier justice. They rode down gypsies as the undesirables stole in through the mountain's breach, driving them back into the wastelands; they put sword to the savage mountain clans as they poured over the hills to rape and pillage.
Unsanctioned and ruled by their own laws, Ames' Foxes are considered disloyal to the Crown and are known far and wide as one of the most-wanted bands of brigands in the Four Leaves, said to be no better than the people they slay. They don't earn influential allies stealing from the King's garrisons and the wealthy horse lords to arm themselves, but the common folk reaping the benefits of the Foxes' presence in the hills often provide them with shelter and sustenance.
Gilas is the father figure of the group, forced to adapt and become wise beyond his years in a number of fields. He could always hunt and track but until his village was slaughtered, he had more experience taking a sickle to wheat than he did taking a sword to a man.
Because his brothers – and to a slightly lesser extent, his cousins – look to him for leadership, because he's no friend to the King's men, and because the mountain and gypsy raiders don't take kindly to meeting armed resistance, Gilas has become careful and calculating. The band of misfits clad in boiled leather and ramshackle pieces of armor take what they need, careful not to wait too long between supply raids lest they grow desperate. They strike at the reavers without impunity, but their assaults on heavily armed garrison's and large estates are meticulously planned by Gilas and his eldest cousin. They move in the thick of night and take only what they need, refraining from killing any of the King's forces unless it's absolutely necessary.
Gilas is not a man that enjoys shedding blood. He sees the defense of Anomandia's western border as a necessity and until the King pulls his from his ass and takes note of the grim situation his people face, Gilas Ames and his Foxes will continue to ride.
Items of Interest: N/A. The Foxes take shaggy garrons and resupply their numbers with random gear they pilfer off the corpses of bandits or the King's garrisons.
- Cobus Ames -- Tabitha Elliot --- Gilam Ames -- Tolly Colten ------ Harkin Ames ------ Gilas Ames ------ BROTHER Ames ------ BROTHER Ames --- Blake Ames -- Esme Berthelm ------ COUSIN Ames ------ COUSIN Ames ------ Malachi Ames --- Wenson Ames -- Adela Sinclair ------ Wendall Ames
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