Joakim, the Young Lord, Weade
'Sine labore nihil'
'Sine labore nihil'
Full name: Joakim Mirke Weade
Titles: Young Lord Regent of the Whitelands, 'Mir'
Social rank: Nobleman
Job or societal position: Regent over the lands of the Northern Demesne
Age: 16
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Reference picture above.
Personality: Joakim is a young man who has been trained in the northern version of etiquette. As such he can be seen as rude, straightforward and unsubtle by those in the more southern regions. However this bring up has given him a thorough understanding of hierarchy, and more respectably a large dose of respect for hierarchy. As such he can be considered one of the most loyal people in the realm of Borhilon. Along with this respect also came a natural affinity for all aspects of combat -- archery, swordsmanship, architectural designs and logistics are things that he has learnt to become skilled enough in. Being the third son, he was never meant to be a leader, nor was his older brother. That as it may be, this means that he might fall back on his military knowledge rather than diplomatical skills or economical know how to solve the incoming conflict. Besides that he is caring, generous and infinitely prepared for self sacrifice for the good of his people.
History: Joakim was born as the third son to his father, Rikard Weade. This means he has barely any right to the throne of the Whitelands. His older brothers, who were twins, Janus and Gregar, were both destined for greater things according to his father. Janus died early in his infancy as he was born sickly, and the healmaster could not do anything for him but pray to the Old Trees. Gregar however was born healthy and sound, and grew into a strong boy. It helped him that he was pretty in his face, as many noble girls swooned over him as soon as they heard his name. Being the first in line, he was not destined for war as much as Joakim. Instead he learned to govern from an early age. Economics, governship and reading and writing were things that Gregar learned, and in his spare time he learned how to properly use shield, sword and armor, as well as the horse and lance. When Gregard was 8, young lord Joakim was born, just as healthy as his older brother was born.
This is not the sobstory that other noble third-born sons would tell, but rather, the story of a young man who had a strong role model in the form of his older brother. Gregar was not the stern, strict older brother that other families had, but rather was kind and caring as much as his father and mother were. Joakim fit right into the family with ease. From the age of 8, he started learning how to wield a sword, shield, and all other assortments of weaponry. Being the third born, second-in-line heir, he was meant to be a commander of forces for his brother, and whenever possible a personal bodyguard, too. Enjoying the company of his brother, he had no remorse about this fate, and embraced it with open arms. This resulted in Joakim becoming quickly familiarized with large amounts of weapons, strategies, tactics and personal combat skills. This is not saying he is a master of the blade, but pit any common soldier of the duke against him and he will emerge victorious -- with remarkable grace, too.
As of the death of his father, lord Rikard, he has been forced to take over day to day command of the estate, waiting for his brother Gregar to return to the Whitelands to assume his rightful position on the throne.
Skills: Proficient in swordsmanship, personal combat, maces and hammers, horseriding. Above average tactician and strategist.
Dreams and fears: Joakim lacks any higher aspirations, other than to serve in a prestigious knighthood. His fear is however to lose the families lands, his family members, close friends and subjects.
Favored equipment: A bastardsword, wooden shield, chainmail leggings and hauberk, with a surcoat over the hauberk. His right arm (sword arm) has a metal plate shoulderpiece and a metal plate elbow piece. His shieldarm has only a hardened leather shoulder piece and no elbowpiece. On both his hands he wears metal gauntlets. His leggings have metal kneepieces. His footwear is rather simple compared to the metal armor, as he wears rather simple leather boots which are tightly strapped.
Extra: His insignia is the Weade's insignia, the Old Tree. The family dog is 'technically his' he claims, as he was the one that paid the smith for the dog. The dog does not confirm this.. but he sleeps in Joakims' room an awful lot.
Titles: Young Lord Regent of the Whitelands, 'Mir'
Social rank: Nobleman
Job or societal position: Regent over the lands of the Northern Demesne
Age: 16
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Reference picture above.
Personality: Joakim is a young man who has been trained in the northern version of etiquette. As such he can be seen as rude, straightforward and unsubtle by those in the more southern regions. However this bring up has given him a thorough understanding of hierarchy, and more respectably a large dose of respect for hierarchy. As such he can be considered one of the most loyal people in the realm of Borhilon. Along with this respect also came a natural affinity for all aspects of combat -- archery, swordsmanship, architectural designs and logistics are things that he has learnt to become skilled enough in. Being the third son, he was never meant to be a leader, nor was his older brother. That as it may be, this means that he might fall back on his military knowledge rather than diplomatical skills or economical know how to solve the incoming conflict. Besides that he is caring, generous and infinitely prepared for self sacrifice for the good of his people.
History: Joakim was born as the third son to his father, Rikard Weade. This means he has barely any right to the throne of the Whitelands. His older brothers, who were twins, Janus and Gregar, were both destined for greater things according to his father. Janus died early in his infancy as he was born sickly, and the healmaster could not do anything for him but pray to the Old Trees. Gregar however was born healthy and sound, and grew into a strong boy. It helped him that he was pretty in his face, as many noble girls swooned over him as soon as they heard his name. Being the first in line, he was not destined for war as much as Joakim. Instead he learned to govern from an early age. Economics, governship and reading and writing were things that Gregar learned, and in his spare time he learned how to properly use shield, sword and armor, as well as the horse and lance. When Gregard was 8, young lord Joakim was born, just as healthy as his older brother was born.
This is not the sobstory that other noble third-born sons would tell, but rather, the story of a young man who had a strong role model in the form of his older brother. Gregar was not the stern, strict older brother that other families had, but rather was kind and caring as much as his father and mother were. Joakim fit right into the family with ease. From the age of 8, he started learning how to wield a sword, shield, and all other assortments of weaponry. Being the third born, second-in-line heir, he was meant to be a commander of forces for his brother, and whenever possible a personal bodyguard, too. Enjoying the company of his brother, he had no remorse about this fate, and embraced it with open arms. This resulted in Joakim becoming quickly familiarized with large amounts of weapons, strategies, tactics and personal combat skills. This is not saying he is a master of the blade, but pit any common soldier of the duke against him and he will emerge victorious -- with remarkable grace, too.
As of the death of his father, lord Rikard, he has been forced to take over day to day command of the estate, waiting for his brother Gregar to return to the Whitelands to assume his rightful position on the throne.
Skills: Proficient in swordsmanship, personal combat, maces and hammers, horseriding. Above average tactician and strategist.
Dreams and fears: Joakim lacks any higher aspirations, other than to serve in a prestigious knighthood. His fear is however to lose the families lands, his family members, close friends and subjects.
Favored equipment: A bastardsword, wooden shield, chainmail leggings and hauberk, with a surcoat over the hauberk. His right arm (sword arm) has a metal plate shoulderpiece and a metal plate elbow piece. His shieldarm has only a hardened leather shoulder piece and no elbowpiece. On both his hands he wears metal gauntlets. His leggings have metal kneepieces. His footwear is rather simple compared to the metal armor, as he wears rather simple leather boots which are tightly strapped.
Extra: His insignia is the Weade's insignia, the Old Tree. The family dog is 'technically his' he claims, as he was the one that paid the smith for the dog. The dog does not confirm this.. but he sleeps in Joakims' room an awful lot.
Gregar Weade
'To God and his Sons, the world'
'To God and his Sons, the world'
Full name: Gregar Weade.
Titles: Duke of the Whitelands, Master of the Hunt of Borhilon, 'The Oakheart'.
Social rank: Nobleman.
Job or societal position: Captain under the banner of king Etwine the Stout, commander of the 3th regiment of heavy infantry, duke over the Whitelands and rightful heir to Rikard Weade.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Reference above picture.
Personality: Gregar is a kind man that can be described as harsh but fair. Being trained as a lord he has learnt that this position is not one of fun and pleasure at all times, but rather a position of making hard decisions time and time again. Over the years the smile has faded from his face because of this. However he is utmost prepared to make these decisions for the greater good of his people. Truly, he is the pinnacle of God's virtues, being temperate, chaste, and content with what he has. He is also very trusting, which can be seen as a good thing. It is, however, not a good thing for a lord. Numerous times he has unknowingly invited people into his halls, who seemed to be down on their luck, only to find items missing. His father's scoldings were often not enough to stop this happening again.
History: Gregar lost his twin brother Janus early on, but didn't realize this until much later as his brother died in infancy. It was said that his brothers will lives on through Gregar, something that's always pushed him harder to do well for some reason. From an early age the notion that he would be the image of the Weade family was instilled into him, forcing him to abide etiquette at all times, even when nobody was present. The youth of a first son is relatively harsh, but once they get older, they can slow down and take it a bit more easy. As it did for Gregar.
When he was 16, and came of age, his mother and father had to find a suitable bride for him. Being the famed 'Gregar Oakheart' did him much good in this regard and he was married to the daughter of king Etwine in order to form an alliance between the two families. The lady he was married to, lady Elisandre, was a lady fair and beautiful. She took up residence in the Wintershouse and lived there for two years, until she became ill and died of the cold weather and other nasty effects the illness had upon her. No child was birthed from this marriage however, as Gregar mostly found himself away from the Wintershouse to fulfill his duties to his liegelord king Etwine which caused him to be unable to consume this marriage. Luckily king Etwine wished the alliance between the families remained intact and issued a decree that stated that the two families were still bound, although the families would never be as close as during the marriage. As of yet, Gregar is still unmarried and his time spent in the army of king Etwine has not done this fact any favors.
Skills: Gregar has become skilled in the art of managing his estate, although the economics often go unnoticed by him and the slack would be picked up by the local scribe and his ward. He is inspiring for his troops and can hold his own in combat, however he is not a skilled fighter in the sense of being a legendary warrior. He is about as good as is expected of a nobleman. He is quite charismatic and a sort of symbol for the Whitelands, however how much of this he can make true is another question.
Dreams and fears: His dreams are to explore the regions East of the mountains when the time comes. His fears are the fall of his estate, family, or the death of the King due to intrigue or political struggles.
Favored equipment: For the armor, reference the picture. As for weapons, he prefers to wield an arming sword and a wooden shield, painted with the sigil of the Weade family. On horseback, he would wield a lance where possible.
Extra: Logically, his sigil is the Old Tree of the Weade family.
Titles: Duke of the Whitelands, Master of the Hunt of Borhilon, 'The Oakheart'.
Social rank: Nobleman.
Job or societal position: Captain under the banner of king Etwine the Stout, commander of the 3th regiment of heavy infantry, duke over the Whitelands and rightful heir to Rikard Weade.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Reference above picture.
Personality: Gregar is a kind man that can be described as harsh but fair. Being trained as a lord he has learnt that this position is not one of fun and pleasure at all times, but rather a position of making hard decisions time and time again. Over the years the smile has faded from his face because of this. However he is utmost prepared to make these decisions for the greater good of his people. Truly, he is the pinnacle of God's virtues, being temperate, chaste, and content with what he has. He is also very trusting, which can be seen as a good thing. It is, however, not a good thing for a lord. Numerous times he has unknowingly invited people into his halls, who seemed to be down on their luck, only to find items missing. His father's scoldings were often not enough to stop this happening again.
History: Gregar lost his twin brother Janus early on, but didn't realize this until much later as his brother died in infancy. It was said that his brothers will lives on through Gregar, something that's always pushed him harder to do well for some reason. From an early age the notion that he would be the image of the Weade family was instilled into him, forcing him to abide etiquette at all times, even when nobody was present. The youth of a first son is relatively harsh, but once they get older, they can slow down and take it a bit more easy. As it did for Gregar.
When he was 16, and came of age, his mother and father had to find a suitable bride for him. Being the famed 'Gregar Oakheart' did him much good in this regard and he was married to the daughter of king Etwine in order to form an alliance between the two families. The lady he was married to, lady Elisandre, was a lady fair and beautiful. She took up residence in the Wintershouse and lived there for two years, until she became ill and died of the cold weather and other nasty effects the illness had upon her. No child was birthed from this marriage however, as Gregar mostly found himself away from the Wintershouse to fulfill his duties to his liegelord king Etwine which caused him to be unable to consume this marriage. Luckily king Etwine wished the alliance between the families remained intact and issued a decree that stated that the two families were still bound, although the families would never be as close as during the marriage. As of yet, Gregar is still unmarried and his time spent in the army of king Etwine has not done this fact any favors.
Skills: Gregar has become skilled in the art of managing his estate, although the economics often go unnoticed by him and the slack would be picked up by the local scribe and his ward. He is inspiring for his troops and can hold his own in combat, however he is not a skilled fighter in the sense of being a legendary warrior. He is about as good as is expected of a nobleman. He is quite charismatic and a sort of symbol for the Whitelands, however how much of this he can make true is another question.
Dreams and fears: His dreams are to explore the regions East of the mountains when the time comes. His fears are the fall of his estate, family, or the death of the King due to intrigue or political struggles.
Favored equipment: For the armor, reference the picture. As for weapons, he prefers to wield an arming sword and a wooden shield, painted with the sigil of the Weade family. On horseback, he would wield a lance where possible.
Extra: Logically, his sigil is the Old Tree of the Weade family.
Gidja Jorvsdottir
For the White!
For the White!
Full name: Gidja Jorvsdottir
Titles: 'Giddi'
Social rank: Lowborn courtier.
Job or societal position: Castle guard.
Age: 21
Gender: Female.
Appearance:
Personality: Gidja is a typical Northern woman. Cold and warm at the same time, she seems to omit an aura of tranquility, order and peace. Outside of battle she smiles often, atleast when she is not on duty. When on duty or in the heat of combat, her face grows stern, authoritarian and holds a respectful gaze on those above her. She is one of the few women in the entirety of Borhilon, save the few such as the duchess of the Forklands, who is in a combat role and is accepted as such in more or lesser degree. As such she has grown to become slightly more than a castle guard, and holds an esteemed position within the dukes militia even.
History: Gidja was born on September 18th, which was coincidentally the name of one of Gods' children, the lady Gidja, fierce housemaiden. As such it seemed appropiate to name her after the child of God. Her father was Jorv, a strong man who served in the dukes army, and her mother was Herietta, a scrawny woman who served in the dukes castle-keep. She was supposed to become like her mother, a servant in service to the duke, but her strong believe that her name was given to her for a reason led to her requesting audience with the duke at the mere age of 14, when she was appointed to become a servants' assistant to learn the trade.
What followed was a shock, namely the duke accepting her request of audience. She got called in by her father, who told her to watch her tongue as she spoke to the duke, more so for her own safety than theirs. Her mother teared up, thinking that she would run her mouth and face punishment. But duke Rikard wouldn't be called the Just if it weren't for his friendly demeanor. Gidja approached the duke slowly, bowing slightly before standing straight again. What followed was a barrage of pleas, reasons and promises about her becoming a warrior, just like Gidja, the daughter of God, the Father of Earth.
Many objected but the Duke raised his arm, the hall deafening with silence. Then he granted her permission to become part of the castle guard, as she wasn't the first female to join a military group, and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Besides that, she had the spirit of Gidja in her, and he deeply believed that she was right when she said Gidja lives in her.
After that she spent most of her years until now guarding the castle from thieves, bandits, and guarding the halls during festivities.
Skills: She is capable at fighting with a spear, this being her preferable weapon. As a backup weapon she uses a sword that's sheathed on her left side. Her skills with a shield are also quite good, to the point where she knows how to actively use it to force an enemy into certain positions, guarding her sides and is also able to use it offensively to good effect.
Dreams and fears: One day she hopes to be lifted into a noblemans status, which would allow her to become knighted, or at the very least become part of a more prestigious order than being a castle guard. She fears death deeply, as any sane man does.
Favored equipment: For her armor, see her appearance. For weapons she has a medium sized spear, and a sheathed sword on her left. Her shield is also on her left arm. It's a round wooden shield, with the castle guards insignia on it.
Extra: She owns a cat, but he mainly roams the courtyards and her quarters.
Titles: 'Giddi'
Social rank: Lowborn courtier.
Job or societal position: Castle guard.
Age: 21
Gender: Female.
Appearance:
Personality: Gidja is a typical Northern woman. Cold and warm at the same time, she seems to omit an aura of tranquility, order and peace. Outside of battle she smiles often, atleast when she is not on duty. When on duty or in the heat of combat, her face grows stern, authoritarian and holds a respectful gaze on those above her. She is one of the few women in the entirety of Borhilon, save the few such as the duchess of the Forklands, who is in a combat role and is accepted as such in more or lesser degree. As such she has grown to become slightly more than a castle guard, and holds an esteemed position within the dukes militia even.
History: Gidja was born on September 18th, which was coincidentally the name of one of Gods' children, the lady Gidja, fierce housemaiden. As such it seemed appropiate to name her after the child of God. Her father was Jorv, a strong man who served in the dukes army, and her mother was Herietta, a scrawny woman who served in the dukes castle-keep. She was supposed to become like her mother, a servant in service to the duke, but her strong believe that her name was given to her for a reason led to her requesting audience with the duke at the mere age of 14, when she was appointed to become a servants' assistant to learn the trade.
What followed was a shock, namely the duke accepting her request of audience. She got called in by her father, who told her to watch her tongue as she spoke to the duke, more so for her own safety than theirs. Her mother teared up, thinking that she would run her mouth and face punishment. But duke Rikard wouldn't be called the Just if it weren't for his friendly demeanor. Gidja approached the duke slowly, bowing slightly before standing straight again. What followed was a barrage of pleas, reasons and promises about her becoming a warrior, just like Gidja, the daughter of God, the Father of Earth.
Many objected but the Duke raised his arm, the hall deafening with silence. Then he granted her permission to become part of the castle guard, as she wasn't the first female to join a military group, and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Besides that, she had the spirit of Gidja in her, and he deeply believed that she was right when she said Gidja lives in her.
After that she spent most of her years until now guarding the castle from thieves, bandits, and guarding the halls during festivities.
Skills: She is capable at fighting with a spear, this being her preferable weapon. As a backup weapon she uses a sword that's sheathed on her left side. Her skills with a shield are also quite good, to the point where she knows how to actively use it to force an enemy into certain positions, guarding her sides and is also able to use it offensively to good effect.
Dreams and fears: One day she hopes to be lifted into a noblemans status, which would allow her to become knighted, or at the very least become part of a more prestigious order than being a castle guard. She fears death deeply, as any sane man does.
Favored equipment: For her armor, see her appearance. For weapons she has a medium sized spear, and a sheathed sword on her left. Her shield is also on her left arm. It's a round wooden shield, with the castle guards insignia on it.
Extra: She owns a cat, but he mainly roams the courtyards and her quarters.
