CHARACTER SHEETS

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•Character Name: Isiarlles (Viscountess to you) Catrin Alis Hywel (Cadi for short)

•Gender: Female

•Age: 20 years

•Height: 5’7”

•Appearance: Cadi is of a fair height for a woman, with fair skin and dark hair typically hidden by her veil. Sea foam green-blue eyes and a precise nose sit above a thoughtful curved mouth and a quizzical brow. Cadi dresses as a woman of her station is expected to, with her curling black hair covered demurely in a veil, her skirts long and her sleeves as well. A shawl typically draped over her shoulder or through the crook of her elbows as her home land can be a damp and chilly place.

•Personality: Cadi was much like her family, hot tempered, fast to laugh and quick witted, but being the eldest child and the first daughter she was taught to be more demure, more lady like. Soon Cadi learned to tame her temper, to think carefully of her words before speaking them, and to find a gentle way to get what she wanted rather than the immediate pushiness she was prone to. Of course from time to time her passions get the better of her, but for the most part Cadi is a credit to her tutors.

She loves her family dearly and is most often found smiling in their company alone, the rest of the time a prudent and cautious expression covering her smooth face, careful to keep her best foot forward on the tricky grounds of noble life.

•Nobility Title: Isiarrlles (Viscountess)

•Martial Status: Unmarried, her family is determined to make the best possible match for Catrin as possible. For herself and moreso for the family and the betterment of Whales.

•Biography: Growing up the first and eldest daughter of Viscount Gwallter Hilarius Hywel and Viscountess Olwyn Mallt Hywel Cadi was both the precious first daughter and the role model, cherished and yet expected to behave and conduct herself with all the expectations of her line. With fair features and an eager mind Cadi met the challenges of each and every day with the will to become all that she was bidden to be, even if it meant fighting for it.

Soon with a sister and then a brother to follow her footsteps and avoid her blunders Catrin Alis was proud of her titles and her knowledge, feeling sure she would secure her family in the noble ranks of Whales. The hardest challenge byfar was that of mastering her temper and her sharp tongue. For no lady ought to be as snappish as she. While shameful when her outbursts won out, Cadi was not the type to remain chastised. Pride was one of her virtues…or was it a sin? Who knew!

Still she overcame these temptations for the most part and became the lady she needed to be, graceful, gentle, well read, thoughtful, knowing how to run a household and keep a keep. If only all this learning wasn’t so testing of one’s patience! Roaming the halls and vestibules in Montgomery was becoming tedious, and with all the men at arms and knights and squires rushing about for the skirmishes with the English Barons…

Cadi was sore tempted to fall into pitiful thinking, her role seemed so small compared to those warriors.

•Starting Location: Montgomery

•Likes: The few Sunshine days we have, a good laugh or sleeping past the beckons of the servants.

•Dislikes: Long sermons, winter storms and losing a debate with my brother. She also hates being spoken to as if she were a slow child and ignored as if she were no more important than the fluttering of a breeze.

•Notable Skills: Reading, writing, a sharp mind and the rare ability to hold her tongue. She also is rather tall and strong for a woman, or so her brother complains.

•Character Name: Lady Eira Mared Hywel

•Gender: Female

•Age: Eighteen

•Height: 5'2"

•Appearance:
At her modest 5’2”, Eira was always admittedly jealous of her elder sister’s, in her opinion, more graceful height. Well into her nubile years, she was still often seen and treated as a child, which she faulted not only to her girlish stature, but to the fact that she was not the eldest. Even Gwillyn, her younger by a year, was often allowed more responsibility and independence then Eira herself. Though that, she knew, was not due to their age, but to the simple fact that God had borne him a man, and she a lady. An unpleasant reality of life the girl accepted at face, but resented at heart.

Her brown eyes were the same richness as her hair, which was a few shades lighter than her siblings, and contrasted well with a skin tone becoming to women of her stature. The girl was very fond of burgundy, champagne, and colors of a similar pallet, and her wardrobe attested to such favor. Like her sister, and any moral woman of her day, Eira dressed modestly, tight collared dresses, and long binding sleeves to match. Her chestnut hair was rarely, if ever, seen out of the elaborate crown braids she’d perfected in her childhood, and so its profound length was lost to anyone besides the matrons charged with her or her elder sister. Either way, her shear veils did well in hiding away the silky wisps of hair that had fallen out of their place in her braid.

•Personality: The middle, and perhaps, the least important of three children; one sibling the eldest, and the other, the heir, Eira has lived her life with a grudging knowledge that she was often, and would perhaps always be, ignored. When men propositioned her father for a daughter’s hand in marriage, they always requested the hand of his eldest daughter, Catrin. And he always denied them. Though Eira herself, truthfully, did not yet wish to be married, she did however resent the fact that she was never sought after like her sister. This led to a budding envy toward Catrin, one not filled with malice, but still, in the dark recess of her mind, it tick-tick-ticked to her subconscious, a reminder like that of an inconvenient itch, of her own inadequacy.

However, being the middle child did have its benefits, as Eira sustained a healthy relationship both with her elder sister and younger brother, along with a laxer upbringing comparatively to Catrin, who had far more expectations placed upon her. Though Eira was not exactly sharp tongued, she was a very free thinker with varying conventions on what ought to be acceptable of ladies such as herself. Most of those thoughts, however, Eira keeps unspoken, only rarely sharing them with Catrin or Gwillym, because she was bright enough to know how dangerous an unfiltered mouth could be. Still, once impassioned, the girl chomps at the bit to rant and express her ideals, and so she has taken an interest in writing, under the guise of wishing to master her penmanship, but in reality, it is not the flowery shape of the words that interests her nearly as much as their meaning. Save a few essays of free thought she keeps hidden within the bindings of her thick bible, Eira burns her writings shortly after their conception.

Though Eira was not exactly untrustworthy, she was exceptionally sneaky, often venturing from her expected place within to keep, sometimes within the company of Gwillym, and sometimes on her own. It was a trait only she, the forgotten middle child, could properly develop because surely if Catrin or Gwillym went missing for as long as she sometimes did, they’d be discovered gone. However, for Eira, her mother and matrons often figured the girl was in her room, reading or practicing her writing, when really the girl was elsewhere. On the rare occasion she was caught, Eira was able to either lie or play dumb, and because she was treated as no great importance, the girl escaped with a light punishment in most cases.

•Nobility Title: Viscountess

•Martial Status: Unmarried

•Biography: Born in the height of winter, Eira was the second daughter to Viscount Gwallter Hilarius Hywel, who had been hoping vehemently for a son to secure his legacy. However, instead the midwife presented the man with a second daughter, and though he did not resent the girl, he was however, disappointed. She grew up under the constant supervision of different nursemaids and matrons, taught the manners of a lady from a very young age, though her interest in courtesy feigned as the girl’s mind blossomed past such arbitraries and repetitions quickly. Still, she learned as she was meant to, though never prided herself in the same way Cadi always had.

As children, her and her elder sister had been inseparable, Catrin, a green eyed four-year-old, dragging behind her the bundled toddler that was Eira, playing dress up and treating the girl as her own personal doll because at the time, Eira’s understanding of language was limited to babbled words and points, so she was unable to protest. As they aged, they would play together in the courtyard, soon accompanied by an even younger sibling, that cherished son Viscount Gwallter had always wanted.

She was not an exceptionally naughty child, nor was she pure in her goodness, though like most, she bobbed between the two hemispheres, reciting her prayers, though sinning all the same as mortal men were prone to do.
Just beginning her adult life, Eira knows that soon the freedoms of her youth will be stripped away by the oppressive nature of marriage, should her husband so wish to rid her of them, and so with an almost nervous zeal, the girl clings to what childhood remains, while still yearning for the independence of adulthood she knows she likely will never have.

•Starting Location: Montgomery

•Likes: Writing, listening to gossip/talk of the war, riding

•Dislikes: Her own shortcomings/irrelevance when compared to her siblings, lectures

•Notable Skills: Master penmanship, adequate sewing

•Character Name: Lord Gwillym Iestyn Hywel

•Gender: Male

•Age: Seventeen

•Height: 5’11”

•Appearance:
Gwillym was the youngest by a year, but many assumed him older than his elder sister Eira. Perhaps it was his height, though he wasn’t towering, he did stand the tallest of all three siblings. Or just as much his demeanor, the boy’s visage often a tight brooding. His dark brows, not exactly black, but a charred shade of brown, were often pressed together, as if he was concentrating hard, and it made the boy look rather uninviting to strangers.

His skin was light, but several shades darker than his sisters, especially in the summers where he spent many of his days out beneath the beating sun. When he was young, he used to burn, but after years of abuse, the skin would be tender for a day, but darken soon after. His shoulders were broadening, but at this stage the boy appears almost awkward, not yet filled into himself, though his squirehood has lent age to his frame compared to other boys. He kept his hair relatively short, trimmed shorter on the sides, with a bit of length at the top, but never enough that it falls in front of his dark eyes.

•Personality: Though the boy appears rather standoffish, his siblings and close friends knew the boy for his natural ease. He was a dedicated squire, which drew his father’s admiration as the boy approached his own knighthood. Being the youngest, but only son to Viscount Gwallter, Gwillym finds himself protective of his elder sisters. Specifically, Eira, because of the two, she was the one who always sought out trouble, Catrin having her wits about herself and remaining where she ought to. As a boy on the cusp of his manhood, there was a deep set aggravation in the boy’s bones, he found himself temperamental, if not outwardly, then in his confused mind. Much of his training has helped in converting that brewing anger into something productive, though some days he feels even hours of sweat and work aren’t enough to get it all out. Perhaps that is why the boy always appears to be in such a deep, dark, contemplation; forever caught in the hormonal moodiness of adolescence, and with constant worry on his mind.

•Nobility Title: Heir Viscount

•Martial Status Unwed.

•Biography: Even from early childhood, Gwillym had known he wanted to be a knight. As a boy, he was throttled by his caretaker’s many times for stealing metal buckets from the staff, and punching eyeholes so he could wear it around like a helmet. Him and the other boys would play intricate games of war, beating each other mercilessly with sticks and running around the rocky hills hooting like beasts. So at eleven years old, when his father introduced the boy to Sir Bryn Moss, where most boys would be apprehensive and frightened at the prospect of leaving their family for months, Gwillym had asked to pack his things that very day, drawing a deep laughter from the assembled guests at the table, and Gwalter was proud of his over eager boy.

A couple weeks later, however, Gwillym did ride away with Sir Bryn, and spent the next six years at the man’s side, where he saw war and battle, at first from a distance, but at his age, he had been involved in a few brief skirmishes, ad remained unmarked from any of them. However, with the threat of war with England escalating, Gwillym waits with baited breath for his first real chance to prove himself, and hopefully earn a knighthood in doing so.

He and Eira had grown up close, and she’d been the most distraught by his eagerness to leave their family, if a bit jealous that her little brother would be allowed to see the world when she’d have only the horizon. Still, whenever he returns home, he makes it his business to interfere in whatever business his sister kept, often to her annoyance, but he knew better than anyone how Eira actually spent her days. Cadi and his relationship was close, though in a different way, as he actually held a lot more trust and respect for Catrin, treating her more as an elder then the almost gawkish Eira. They argued, sure, but he often went to her for council to deal with increasing complexity of life, as he felt she would understand better than anyone with her extra years and maturity.

Now, he and Sir Moss spend a final week or so in Montgomery, as campaign season closely follows the first days of spring, and Gwillym finds himself with growing anxiety on the prospect that this would be the year he would finally test his steel, which excited just as much as it terrified the boy.

•Starting Location: Montgomery

•Likes: Riding, sparring, talking of war with Sir Bryn Moss, teasing his sisters, hunting

•Dislikes: Long books, the English, his father’s endless lectures, losing spars, endless weeks of dredging rain

•Notable Skills: Gwillym is proficient with the elm short bow, the longsword, the shortsword and shield, and the long spear, but he favors lance and mount. He’s quite advanced in his squirehood, and thus all skills associated with knighthood were honed, if not even perfected in some areas.

CHARACTER SHEET

•Character Name: Ser Wilhelm von Urenbach

•Gender: Male

•Age: 26

•Height: 5'11

•Appearance:

•Personality:
Wilhelm works hard to come across as a graceful man with a noble demeanor. Off the battlefield, his words brim with charisma and eloquence; on the battlefield his tone is clipped, strict, and brokers no debate. He has cultivated a reputation as an honorable man, though he has demonstrated a streak of ruthlessness in his past; though nothing that goes against the code of chivalry. Wilhelm is incredibly ambitious, and possesses the utmost confidence in himself, bordering on complete arrogance. He is a cunning and opportunistic tactician, and these traits follow him off the battlefield as well. He values friendship very highly, though he holds long and sometimes petty grudges. He is extremely prideful but rarely boasts.

•Biography:(2-3 Paragraphs)
Wilhelm was born in a tavern in a town somewhere in northern Saxony. His mother was a common tavern wench and died in labor. His father, a young belted knight of twenty, took Wilhelm and left the town in grief. Wilhelm grew up on the roads, traveling with his father who was now little more than a hedge knight. They traveled from town to town for some time, his father discontent to be under the employ of some minor lord. Wilhelm was reared in the basics of swordplay and courtly etiquette by his father up until the age of seven, when his father entered the employ of the Duke of Brunswick.

There, he quickly showed promise and soon began squiring under another belted knight in the service of the Duke. He was scorned by the other squires for his common birth, and later due to jealousy of his impressive talent. By seventeen he was one of the most promising squires in the Duke's employ, well-known for his cunning mind and devilishly quick swordplay. However, things took a turn for the worse when both his Knight and father were slain in a border war with a neighboring Duke. Disillusioned with a life of courtly Knighthood, he left Brunswick for Bohemia, where he would form the first five lances of the Crimson Company.

One of these lances persist to this day, and make up some of Wilhelm's closest advisors, commanders, and friends. Initially he took small work such as reinforcing garrisons and driving out bandits, marauders and the like. However, as word spread of the professionalism of his company, he gained ever more lucrative contracts, which in turn allowed him to expand his company. Now he has set his sights on the conflict brewing in the British Isles, where he seeks what all sellswords desire: fame, fortune, and glory.

•Hometown: Wittenberg

•Weapon(s): A hand-and-a-half longsword, along with a heavy heater shield.

•Likes: Recognition, admiration, loyalty, gold, fighting, being desired, code of chivalry, priests/piety, good reputation.

•Dislikes: Condescension, betrayal, going against the code of chivalry, impiety, disdain, poor reputation.

•Notable Skills: Excellent tactician, logistician, and swordsman.

•Command:
40 Professional Lances (240 men)
Each lance has six members: a heavily armored man-at-arms and his similarly equipped squire or page, a slightly lighter armored serjeant, and three archers. Every soldier is mounted and has at least two horses; one for riding and one for battle.