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| PERSONALITY |
Ame was always a bookish and curious type, never looking for fame or fortune. Responsibilities are, after all, just distractions of the material world, and she was much more interested in the spiritual and the arcane. She enjoyed the simple life of living in her older sister's shadow, nodding along to whatever half-hearted praises and prizes were thrown at her. Such a lifestyle made her undersocialized and unequipped for the life of the spontaneous champion, much less one that should be riding alongside the strongest champions of the kingdom. This much, she knows, and she is mature enough to understand the weight of her position within the world. She has since tried to push herself more and more into social settings, but is often awkward and can't seem to get her words right during high pressure moments.
| BACKGROUND |
With the weakened Alveria in turmoil in the south, the usually isolated and aloof Valken barons were split on how to deal with their southern neighbour. Some of the more militant barons, keen to shore up their influence through closer ties with the outermost regions of Alveria, pushed for immediate economic annexation of Alverian trade outposts. Not only would they free their country from the heavy mercantile tariffs, but they could levy their own fee upon the other baronies should they gain control over the few mountain passes that maintained trade over the two kingdoms. The moderate barons who would gain nothing from such an aggressive push advocated for more opportunistic diplomatic and religious concessions.
Weiss Felfarer was both a compromise and a gamble. As an accomplished champion in the arena, Lady Weiss was due to be married off to Alveria anyway, but famously refused the hand of any marriage unless the would-be suitors could defeat her in fair combat. At the combined Grand Council's request, she bowed her stubbornness and agreed to secure the hand of House Estival, the House that had the ports closest to the mountain passes to Valkenkarr. For the hardliners, Valkenkarr would collectively reap the benefits of severely reduced tariffs and some influence over the much needed trade ports. For the moderates, they would be able to sate the bloodthirst of their southern counterparts and demonstrate their political prowess of the usually unwieldy Felfarer clan.
Weiss quickly rose in infamy and rank, garnering support from local fringe believers of the northern faiths whilst also gaining respect from knight commanders with her knowledge of battle tactics and brute strength. Soon, she was in the close company of knight commanders and putting down insurgencies left and right. Most famous of these exploits included her alledgedly wrestling an armored bear to submission as a show of force. This is, however, not her story. Weiss was killed in the bloody coup several years ago with her involvement in the coup remaining unknown. The entirety of her landing was burnt in a mysterious fire at the night of the coup, and her body was never found.
Although the popular narrative was that she died in defence of the steward loyalists, the lack of solid evidence and unifying answers sent many of the baronies in the north into an uproar. Hardliners immediately started moving military units, and others started scrambling for a solution before Valkenkarr would start a full blown invasion in search of a blood-debt. The Felfarer House in particular was in hot waters both from the Valken and the Alverians who suspected Weiss of treachery.
Ame Felfarer was the last minute stop-gap attempt to stop the brewing conflict. Weiss' much younger and disinterested sister was forced into the limelight. Befitting the rest of the Felfarer clan, she was always aloof and quiet, although unlike her sister Ame was also altogether removed from the cavalier lifestyle of a champion. Burdened with the sudden responsibilities of having to soothe tensions in a international incident in the middle of a possible civil war, she mostly let the Felfarer clan diplomats speak for her.
Due to her elusiveness she earned the reputation of being icy and ill-mannered, and many questioned her Champion-Apparent status as she only inherited the title from her sister and by will of the Valkenkarr Council, never having participated in a duel herself outside of ceremonious scripted combats. Her saving grace was the enthusiastic vouching of the Alverian College, who praised her as 'esoteric but honest' in her forays into alchemy.
| RUNE AFFINITY |
Ame is eligible to accept runes which would theoretically enhance her magic, but as a pledge-kin accepting Alverian rune would cause a major diplomatic incident, Ame will refuse any offer of a rune.
| SKILLS |
Ame's primary subject of interest is alchemy and detection magic. Her Arcane Eye grants her the ability to detect poisons and traces of magic not ordinarily seen by untrained eyes, and can often figure out the mechanics of a given spell if she spends enough time. This also grants her limited darkvision but ironically is limited in more mundane environments.
With her portable alchemy kit she can craft various elemental flasks that can quickly imbue a material with an elemental affinity, making blazing blades and polearms of everfrost. She can also perform limited transmutation with enough materials, but she is more interested in crafting poisons than transmuting objects.
Ame's study subjects into the arcane has been broad and wide-ranging, but due Alverian skeptics always looking over her shoulders she has limited her forays into the traditional Old Magic of the north in favor of a more fundamentalist approach favored by the Alverians. Thus although she has a good grasp of traditional avenues of knowledge, Old Magic is still something she avoids.
Ame is somewhat weak on the physical front and will prefer to avoid direct combat, but is handy with a knife and staff if she is cornered. She often coats her knife with a paralytic poison to disarm rather than disfigure her enemies.
AME FELFARER
| 23 | Female | Champion-Apparent |
| PERSONALITY |
Ame was always a bookish and curious type, never looking for fame or fortune. Responsibilities are, after all, just distractions of the material world, and she was much more interested in the spiritual and the arcane. She enjoyed the simple life of living in her older sister's shadow, nodding along to whatever half-hearted praises and prizes were thrown at her. Such a lifestyle made her undersocialized and unequipped for the life of the spontaneous champion, much less one that should be riding alongside the strongest champions of the kingdom. This much, she knows, and she is mature enough to understand the weight of her position within the world. She has since tried to push herself more and more into social settings, but is often awkward and can't seem to get her words right during high pressure moments.
| BACKGROUND |
With the weakened Alveria in turmoil in the south, the usually isolated and aloof Valken barons were split on how to deal with their southern neighbour. Some of the more militant barons, keen to shore up their influence through closer ties with the outermost regions of Alveria, pushed for immediate economic annexation of Alverian trade outposts. Not only would they free their country from the heavy mercantile tariffs, but they could levy their own fee upon the other baronies should they gain control over the few mountain passes that maintained trade over the two kingdoms. The moderate barons who would gain nothing from such an aggressive push advocated for more opportunistic diplomatic and religious concessions.
Weiss Felfarer was both a compromise and a gamble. As an accomplished champion in the arena, Lady Weiss was due to be married off to Alveria anyway, but famously refused the hand of any marriage unless the would-be suitors could defeat her in fair combat. At the combined Grand Council's request, she bowed her stubbornness and agreed to secure the hand of House Estival, the House that had the ports closest to the mountain passes to Valkenkarr. For the hardliners, Valkenkarr would collectively reap the benefits of severely reduced tariffs and some influence over the much needed trade ports. For the moderates, they would be able to sate the bloodthirst of their southern counterparts and demonstrate their political prowess of the usually unwieldy Felfarer clan.
Weiss quickly rose in infamy and rank, garnering support from local fringe believers of the northern faiths whilst also gaining respect from knight commanders with her knowledge of battle tactics and brute strength. Soon, she was in the close company of knight commanders and putting down insurgencies left and right. Most famous of these exploits included her alledgedly wrestling an armored bear to submission as a show of force. This is, however, not her story. Weiss was killed in the bloody coup several years ago with her involvement in the coup remaining unknown. The entirety of her landing was burnt in a mysterious fire at the night of the coup, and her body was never found.
Although the popular narrative was that she died in defence of the steward loyalists, the lack of solid evidence and unifying answers sent many of the baronies in the north into an uproar. Hardliners immediately started moving military units, and others started scrambling for a solution before Valkenkarr would start a full blown invasion in search of a blood-debt. The Felfarer House in particular was in hot waters both from the Valken and the Alverians who suspected Weiss of treachery.
Ame Felfarer was the last minute stop-gap attempt to stop the brewing conflict. Weiss' much younger and disinterested sister was forced into the limelight. Befitting the rest of the Felfarer clan, she was always aloof and quiet, although unlike her sister Ame was also altogether removed from the cavalier lifestyle of a champion. Burdened with the sudden responsibilities of having to soothe tensions in a international incident in the middle of a possible civil war, she mostly let the Felfarer clan diplomats speak for her.
Due to her elusiveness she earned the reputation of being icy and ill-mannered, and many questioned her Champion-Apparent status as she only inherited the title from her sister and by will of the Valkenkarr Council, never having participated in a duel herself outside of ceremonious scripted combats. Her saving grace was the enthusiastic vouching of the Alverian College, who praised her as 'esoteric but honest' in her forays into alchemy.
| RUNE AFFINITY |
Ame is eligible to accept runes which would theoretically enhance her magic, but as a pledge-kin accepting Alverian rune would cause a major diplomatic incident, Ame will refuse any offer of a rune.
| SKILLS |
Ame's primary subject of interest is alchemy and detection magic. Her Arcane Eye grants her the ability to detect poisons and traces of magic not ordinarily seen by untrained eyes, and can often figure out the mechanics of a given spell if she spends enough time. This also grants her limited darkvision but ironically is limited in more mundane environments.
With her portable alchemy kit she can craft various elemental flasks that can quickly imbue a material with an elemental affinity, making blazing blades and polearms of everfrost. She can also perform limited transmutation with enough materials, but she is more interested in crafting poisons than transmuting objects.
Ame's study subjects into the arcane has been broad and wide-ranging, but due Alverian skeptics always looking over her shoulders she has limited her forays into the traditional Old Magic of the north in favor of a more fundamentalist approach favored by the Alverians. Thus although she has a good grasp of traditional avenues of knowledge, Old Magic is still something she avoids.
Ame is somewhat weak on the physical front and will prefer to avoid direct combat, but is handy with a knife and staff if she is cornered. She often coats her knife with a paralytic poison to disarm rather than disfigure her enemies.
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Nickname/Titles:
"Grim-cub"
Rank / Profession:
Knight Commander
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
If you were to ask one to recall Caiman's appearance by memory, the lion's share of people would ration you the recollection of a shorter-than-average man clad in a dark palette consisting of black or brown leathers and furs, grey cloths, or perhaps a rare-few other articles of muted blues or greens. Whatever they might recall, they very likely would remember that they'd not seen the Knight Commander void of his armet - lest they were the Steward, his advisors, or perhaps one of some fellow Knight Commanders.
Caiman's appearance without his armet is one that conveys a youth perhaps a touch more green than is really true of him. His face is shaped with soft yet angular features, he has fair, unmarred skin, and possesses short, inky-black hair. In truth, he wears his armet more often than is considered apt due to the tendency of some of his comrades to patently underestimate him for his ostensible youthfulness, much to his chagrin. But Caiman is certainly not incapable. When it comes to physique, Caiman does stand noticeably on the shorter side at 5'6", but possesses a lean musculature and a slender appearance.
He holds himself with a natural, dutiful countenance. When one has the opportunity to see his face, they'll likely see a very neutral visage with watchful, golden-hazel eyes. Ironically, Caiman's features are quite demonstrative when they have cause to be - his brows, eyes, lips, etc. are very expressive when it comes to the rare-few times he experiences particularly strong, or perhaps alien, emotions.
Personality:
Caiman seems to posses an.. oddly fluctuating sense of impersonalness. While he has shown evident loyalty and a large measure of investment in his kingdom and nation, he is, in most circumstances, seemingly very-well emotionally regulated. A neutral, dutiful aura is likely one which even the most Caiman-familiar Knight Commanders have rarely seen him deviate from. It is a feature, among several, that made, or make, him a notable knight - for keeping a cool head at all times is not always an easy task, even for some veterans.
In sooth, this is not to say that Caiman is emotionless, for this is clearly untrue. His impassive visage is not a cold or dry one - he is simply.. not very expressive, in general. In fact, there have been times when Caiman has shown emotions. When his father, Knight Commander Ritter Black, passed, Caiman was one of many men to shed a tear, or several, at his funeral. Further still, he can respond to lesser encouragements as well - Knight Commander Lerkley Polk, a long-time friend of his father, has been known to cause Caiman to crack a small smile, on occasion.
Regardless of the circumstances, Caiman is known as a knight that is utmost emotionally reliable - whether he finds himself stepping through the gore and viscera of a massacre, or blade-to-throat midst his own mortal peril, his level-headedness is something to be sure of.
Aside from how he reacts to the things around him, Caiman has a solid moral compass. Beside his loyalty to his kingdom and the straight-faced comradery he shares with his fellow Knight Commanders, he is one to uphold good and help where he can, even if he has to do a little bad to accomplish his goals. When it comes to how he treats his enemies, enemies of his nation, or ne'er-do-wells in general - he performs unyieldingly, yet humanely. He has, however, been known to handle particularly heinous malefactors with treatment a touch harsher than the norm.
In sooth, this is not to say that Caiman is emotionless, for this is clearly untrue. His impassive visage is not a cold or dry one - he is simply.. not very expressive, in general. In fact, there have been times when Caiman has shown emotions. When his father, Knight Commander Ritter Black, passed, Caiman was one of many men to shed a tear, or several, at his funeral. Further still, he can respond to lesser encouragements as well - Knight Commander Lerkley Polk, a long-time friend of his father, has been known to cause Caiman to crack a small smile, on occasion.
Regardless of the circumstances, Caiman is known as a knight that is utmost emotionally reliable - whether he finds himself stepping through the gore and viscera of a massacre, or blade-to-throat midst his own mortal peril, his level-headedness is something to be sure of.
Aside from how he reacts to the things around him, Caiman has a solid moral compass. Beside his loyalty to his kingdom and the straight-faced comradery he shares with his fellow Knight Commanders, he is one to uphold good and help where he can, even if he has to do a little bad to accomplish his goals. When it comes to how he treats his enemies, enemies of his nation, or ne'er-do-wells in general - he performs unyieldingly, yet humanely. He has, however, been known to handle particularly heinous malefactors with treatment a touch harsher than the norm.
Background:
It'd be truthful to say Caiman was raised to be a knight. Born to be a knight, as his late father would say. Knight Commander Ritter Black was a man who valued honor, virtue, and above all else, family. Even moreso the family that was young Caiman Black, when the birth of the boy caused his wife's passing. It was from his youngest age that Ritter entered Caiman onto the path that would lead him to become a knight - as he wished nothing more than for his son to see the life of luxury and honor that he had made for himself.
The duo resided in the capital of Alveria, Olenta, where Ritter Black served in his duties to the crown as a Knight Commander. As such, it was often that young Caiman found himself cared after by only the best of sitters until an age where he would become a squire, and would be taken under the wing of his father full-time. In truth, his upbringing was rather regular for a boy on the path of knighthood. He developed pretty regularly in his training when it came to the matters of heraldry, chivalry, courtly affairs, etc., but there was a particular shift when it came to the young Caiman's affinity for matters of warfare.
His father spotted in him an irregularly sharp aptitude for swordsmanship, marksmanship, horsemanship, and all other manner of depths of combaterie. Whether it was due to a particular interest in these practices or an exceptionally keen natural inclination, the young squire picked up on techniques very naturally and effectively, and often digested manuals much faster than his father and tutors anticipated. By the time the young lad was approaching the age around which he would start transitioning to knighthood, his progress was well past what any of them would deem acceptable. So much so that his father, who was one of the most trusted Knight-Commanders to the Lord Steward, entered him into knighthood a touch early.
It was from there that Caiman Black quickly made a name for himself ahead of his peers. In his role as a knight, he displayed an unshakeable grip on his usefulness to his kingdom and his ability to improve himself as the highest class of soldier. Even from a place of parity, it was often that Caiman found even accomplished knights seeking his counsel in matters of warfare or swordsmanship, or even seeking rapport with him due to his growing reputation.
All-in-all, Caiman's adult life was just what his father had hoped for him, and much more. It was this pacifying thought that made his father's passing a touch more digestible for Caiman. Ritter Black could, at least, die proud of his son.
The death being some two years ago, it was not terribly long before Caiman Black took his father's place as a Knight Commander - though a rather young one. But, it was in his father's wishes to the Lord Steward and the fellow Commanders to welcome Caiman into that fold - a realm in which he has not disappointed.
The duo resided in the capital of Alveria, Olenta, where Ritter Black served in his duties to the crown as a Knight Commander. As such, it was often that young Caiman found himself cared after by only the best of sitters until an age where he would become a squire, and would be taken under the wing of his father full-time. In truth, his upbringing was rather regular for a boy on the path of knighthood. He developed pretty regularly in his training when it came to the matters of heraldry, chivalry, courtly affairs, etc., but there was a particular shift when it came to the young Caiman's affinity for matters of warfare.
His father spotted in him an irregularly sharp aptitude for swordsmanship, marksmanship, horsemanship, and all other manner of depths of combaterie. Whether it was due to a particular interest in these practices or an exceptionally keen natural inclination, the young squire picked up on techniques very naturally and effectively, and often digested manuals much faster than his father and tutors anticipated. By the time the young lad was approaching the age around which he would start transitioning to knighthood, his progress was well past what any of them would deem acceptable. So much so that his father, who was one of the most trusted Knight-Commanders to the Lord Steward, entered him into knighthood a touch early.
It was from there that Caiman Black quickly made a name for himself ahead of his peers. In his role as a knight, he displayed an unshakeable grip on his usefulness to his kingdom and his ability to improve himself as the highest class of soldier. Even from a place of parity, it was often that Caiman found even accomplished knights seeking his counsel in matters of warfare or swordsmanship, or even seeking rapport with him due to his growing reputation.
All-in-all, Caiman's adult life was just what his father had hoped for him, and much more. It was this pacifying thought that made his father's passing a touch more digestible for Caiman. Ritter Black could, at least, die proud of his son.
The death being some two years ago, it was not terribly long before Caiman Black took his father's place as a Knight Commander - though a rather young one. But, it was in his father's wishes to the Lord Steward and the fellow Commanders to welcome Caiman into that fold - a realm in which he has not disappointed.
Rune Affinity (if applicable):
To-be-revealed.
Skills & Abilities:
Caiman is a masterful wielder of most types of traditional weapons, be they swords, daggers, mauls, flails, etc. Paramount among his most favored weapons are Spears, Swords, Lucerne Hammers, and Crossbows. He is also a very gifted technical grappler - and fortunately so, for his small stature makes him vulnerable to being pinned. Furthermore, he is an incredible rider. The agility and precision with which he controls and maneuvers his mount is impressive, even for a knight.
When it comes to mental warfare, Caiman is second to none in keeping his head. He's quick-witted and tactically intelligent. In truth, he's not a very inspiring commander when it comes to emotive morale-building, but his mere martial reputation has been enough before, in a pinch.
Aside his martial prowesses, Caiman is pretty ordinary in his skills as a knight, though he remembers the entirety of his training over the years with respectable accuracy.
Additional Details:
As an infant, Caiman was plagued with a genetic illness for some weeks, but eventually managed to overcome it. In most-recent months, its return has delivered a shallow turn in his health. For the mostpart he seems alright, but for days at a time has experienced a sickly pallor, accompanied by a fever and cough.
Caiman, whether tending to his knightly duties or not, always carries a sword at his side, as most of status do. Caiman's sword is a pretty average one of roughly 35 inches in blade-length, and can be comfortably wielded in one or two hands. He also carries a Rondel dagger of about 14 inches in length. His favored weapon, though, is a spear measured six feet in total length with a 12 inch, double-edged blade.
Caiman is sidekick to a loveable canine named "Belabog". Most see her as more wolf than acceptable dog, but Caiman seems to have a soft spot for her nonetheless. She seems to respond pretty well to his attempts to train her, and he's confident she could probably be useful as a war hound of some kind, but he is reluctant to utilize her in that capacity.
"Grim-cub" is a, some would say silly, nicknamed bestowed upon him by the older Knight Commander Lerkley Polk, as a way to poke fun at Caiman's usual impersonal, watchful gaze. Much to Caiman's relief, the moniker has caught on with very few.
Caiman picked up the habit of always wearing an armet before he became a Knight Commander, and can't really shake it nowadays, though he truthfully hasn't tried too hard.
I'm sure I'm forgetting things, but here da boi.
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Nickname/Titles:
"Grim-cub"
Rank / Profession:
Knight Commander
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
If you were to ask one to recall Caiman's appearance by memory, the lion's share of people would ration you the recollection of a shorter-than-average man clad in a dark palette consisting of black or brown leathers and furs, grey cloths, or perhaps a rare-few other articles of muted blues or greens. Whatever they might recall, they very likely would remember that they'd not seen the Knight Commander void of his armet - lest they were the Steward, his advisors, or perhaps one of some fellow Knight Commanders.
Caiman's appearance without his armet is one that conveys a youth perhaps a touch more green than is really true of him. His face is shaped with soft yet angular features, he has fair, unmarred skin, and possesses short, inky-black hair. In truth, he wears his armet more often than is considered apt due to the tendency of some of his comrades to patently underestimate him for his ostensible youthfulness, much to his chagrin. But Caiman is certainly not incapable. When it comes to physique, Caiman does stand noticeably on the shorter side at 5'6", but possesses a lean musculature and a slender appearance.
He holds himself with a natural, dutiful countenance. When one has the opportunity to see his face, they'll likely see a very neutral visage with watchful, golden-hazel eyes. Ironically, Caiman's features are quite demonstrative when they have cause to be - his brows, eyes, lips, etc. are very expressive when it comes to the rare-few times he experiences particularly strong, or perhaps alien, emotions.
Personality:Caiman seems to posses an.. oddly fluctuating sense of impersonalness. While he has shown evident loyalty and a large measure of investment in his kingdom and nation, he is, in most circumstances, seemingly very-well emotionally regulated. A neutral, dutiful aura is likely one which even the most Caiman-familiar Knight Commanders have rarely seen him deviate from. It is a feature, among several, that made, or make, him a notable knight - for keeping a cool head at all times is not always an easy task, even for some veterans.
In sooth, this is not to say that Caiman is emotionless, for this is clearly untrue. His impassive visage is not a cold or dry one - he is simply.. not very expressive, in general. In fact, there have been times when Caiman has shown emotions. When his father, Knight Commander Ritter Black, passed, Caiman was one of many men to shed a tear, or several, at his funeral. Further still, he can respond to lesser encouragements as well - Knight Commander Lerkley Polk, a long-time friend of his father, has been known to cause Caiman to crack a small smile, on occasion.
Regardless of the circumstances, Caiman is known as a knight that is utmost emotionally reliable - whether he finds himself stepping through the gore and viscera of a massacre, or blade-to-throat midst his own mortal peril, his level-headedness is something to be sure of.
Aside from how he reacts to the things around him, Caiman has a solid moral compass. Beside his loyalty to his kingdom and the straight-faced comradery he shares with his fellow Knight Commanders, he is one to uphold good and help where he can, even if he has to do a little bad to accomplish his goals. When it comes to how he treats his enemies, enemies of his nation, or ne'er-do-wells in general - he performs unyieldingly, yet humanely. He has, however, been known to handle particularly heinous malefactors with treatment a touch harsher than the norm.
Background:It'd be truthful to say Caiman was raised to be a knight. Born to be a knight, as his late father would say. Knight Commander Ritter Black was a man who valued honor, virtue, and above all else, family. Even moreso the family that was young Caiman Black, when the birth of the boy caused his wife's passing. It was from his youngest age that Ritter entered Caiman onto the path that would lead him to become a knight - as he wished nothing more than for his son to see the life of luxury and honor that he had made for himself.
The duo resided in the capital of Alveria, Olenta, where Ritter Black served in his duties to the crown as a Knight Commander. As such, it was often that young Caiman found himself cared after by only the best of sitters until an age where he would become a squire, and would be taken under the wing of his father full-time. In truth, his upbringing was rather regular for a boy on the path of knighthood. He developed pretty regularly in his training when it came to the matters of heraldry, chivalry, courtly affairs, etc., but there was a particular shift when it came to the young Caiman's affinity for matters of warfare.
His father spotted in him an irregularly sharp aptitude for swordsmanship, marksmanship, horsemanship, and all other manner of depths of combaterie. Whether it was due to a particular interest in these practices or an exceptionally keen natural inclination, the young squire picked up on techniques very naturally and effectively, and often digested manuals much faster than his father and tutors anticipated. By the time the young lad was approaching the age around which he would start transitioning to knighthood, his progress was well past what any of them would deem acceptable. So much so that his father, who was one of the most trusted Knight-Commanders to the Lord Steward, entered him into knighthood a touch early.
It was from there that Caiman Black quickly made a name for himself ahead of his peers. In his role as a knight, he displayed an unshakeable grip on his usefulness to his kingdom and his ability to improve himself as the highest class of soldier. Even from a place of parity, it was often that Caiman found even accomplished knights seeking his counsel in matters of warfare or swordsmanship, or even seeking rapport with him due to his growing reputation.
All-in-all, Caiman's adult life was just what his father had hoped for him, and much more. It was this pacifying thought that made his father's passing a touch more digestible for Caiman. Ritter Black could, at least, die proud of his son.
The death being some two years ago, it was not terribly long before Caiman Black took his father's place as a Knight Commander - though a rather young one. But, it was in his father's wishes to the Lord Steward and the fellow Commanders to welcome Caiman into that fold - a realm in which he has not disappointed.
Rune Affinity (if applicable):
To-be-revealed.
Skills & Abilities:
Caiman is a masterful wielder of most types of traditional weapons, be they swords, daggers, mauls, flails, etc. Paramount among his most favored weapons are Spears, Swords, Lucerne Hammers, and Crossbows. He is also a very gifted technical grappler - and fortunately so, for his small stature makes him vulnerable to being pinned. Furthermore, he is an incredible rider. The agility and precision with which he controls and maneuvers his mount is impressive, even for a knight.
When it comes to mental warfare, Caiman is second to none in keeping his head. He's quick-witted and tactically intelligent. In truth, he's not a very inspiring commander when it comes to emotive morale-building, but his mere martial reputation has been enough before, in a pinch.
Aside his martial prowesses, Caiman is pretty ordinary in his skills as a knight, though he remembers the entirety of his training over the years with respectable accuracy.
Additional Details:
As an infant, Caiman was plagued with a genetic illness for some weeks, but eventually managed to overcome it. In most-recent months, its return has delivered a shallow turn in his health. For the mostpart he seems alright, but for days at a time has experienced a sickly pallor, accompanied by a fever and cough.
Caiman, whether tending to his knightly duties or not, always carries a sword at his side, as most of status do. Caiman's sword is a pretty average one of roughly 35 inches in blade-length, and can be comfortably wielded in one or two hands. He also carries a Rondel dagger of about 14 inches in length. His favored weapon, though, is a spear measured six feet in total length with a 12 inch, double-edged blade.
Caiman is sidekick to a loveable canine named "Belabog". Most see her as more wolf than acceptable dog, but Caiman seems to have a soft spot for her nonetheless. She seems to respond pretty well to his attempts to train her, and he's confident she could probably be useful as a war hound of some kind, but he is reluctant to utilize her in that capacity.
"Grim-cub" is a, some would say silly, nicknamed bestowed upon him by the older Knight Commander Lerkley Polk, as a way to poke fun at Caiman's usual impersonal, watchful gaze. Much to Caiman's relief, the moniker has caught on with very few.
Caiman picked up the habit of always wearing an armet before he became a Knight Commander, and can't really shake it nowadays, though he truthfully hasn't tried too hard.
I'm sure I'm forgetting things, but here da boi.
in sooth this is a cool character
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