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Age
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Heirlooms/Equipment
Lord Calvert Morast Rolman
Unkillable, Blackblade, The Fearless, The Judicator,
45
Male
Appearance
Calvert is a slightly taller broad chested sinewy man which only compliments his skill in battle but also threw the stresses of life and battles past has a gaunt figure that dampens his facial features not covered by the short cut and peppered ash black beard. His hair is receding back littered with grey hair but still a healthy burnt black, keeping it greased to maintain a more dignified appeal to his person. Despite his rugged look Calvert keeps one soft appeal, his eyes. They shine like bright freshly sapphires. Threw the wars he obtained no physical deformities, not a single scar or slight wound.
Personality
Calvert from his youth has alway been an odd stalwart man. From his birth he knew undeniably that he was destined for greatness, even apart from the whispers that fed this ego. Over time though it gradually settled to a sense of absolute duty and a rigid set of morals and codes of conduct on how to live his life. Loyalty, honor and diligence at the pinnacle of his morales and the quickest way to gain his favor. Even pardoning peasants to knights for following their commanding lords for such loyalty, stating that they were only doing their jobs. But the commanding lords he would personally behead, never relying on headsmen. Bold to a point but not stupid as he has the wisdom of ruling lord and battle hardened veteran of fourteen years. Even having published several volumes concerning warfare. His social skill lacks significantly though as any diplomacy conducted threw him often ends on a more sore note. Utilizing either his daughter or one of his most loyal bannermen with his presence there. As far as religion he believes that the gods are there and believes that they play a certain roles but doesn’t pray to them. Asked directly, “They’re nothing but soulless, spineless cunts.” Exact words concerning his theology.
Bio
One wouldn’t guess from appearance sake that Calvert is a twin. At birth his younger sister of seven minutes died due to birth complications along with his mother. Many claim this event in his life is partially part of his lack of a personality later in life. As an only child and a male child at that he was groomed intensely as apart of having no mother figure in his life to stop such a brutal upbringing. His father half mad, but some would say that it was because of his late wife's death. Though grateful for a son he cursed the goddess douncing them both publicly and privately. Growing up Calvert spent much time in the libraries, mainly as a part of his studies but also as his father pointed out the heritage and power that their family has created and held over countless centuries. The fueled his desire for greatness, often provoking him to fights with other noble born boys his age.
At the turn of manhood his ego flared, combined with harsh upbring along with the desire of a fight to prove that he was by no means just a hairless lad. Gathering a group of other young men mostly those of sworn knight houses, to hunt down a local bandit raiding party. Brazen and without fear he clashed in the banditry without relent, even cutting their leaders head off. Earning him the name Calvert the Fearless as a young man riding headlong without a second notion of fear but with a sense of duty. Capturing the rest of the bandits as they’d been in shock with such a young man cutting down their leader in combat. Filling the stocks with remaining lawbreakers
At twenty six one of his father’s bannermen had rebelled, claiming that he had been insulted and demanded blood for the insult. Calvert took a force of three thousand men to quell the upstart. Walking alone on the field towards the encroaching army, well with archer range. Standing with his arms crossed as the arrows fled the bows. Standing as a statue as the arrows rained around him. Three times and as if by divine intervention. So stunned the upstart lord was forced to give terms. Offering wine, bread and salt but had laced it with poison and his spy had reported Calvert that information. Without disregard he ate and drank the contaminated brazenly, consuming all of it. Wether it was not enough or too much it couldn’t be told as Calvert returned with Lord Kallen’s head, calling him the unkillable. Later marching Kallen’s keep setting it to flame destroying all within.
Thirty seven was the three year war as Abram’s bastard brother rose in revolt for what reason he didn’t know or didn’t care but Calvert fulfilling his duty marched for the kings cause. The first to engage against Abrams bastard brother Alrin. Engaging and three of the four battles including the siege that resulted in Alrins death. Though not utterly without mercy granting Alrin a honorable death by beheading. Effectively ending the kin strife, cementing victory and the office of Master General when war would erupt. Now with a pretender trying to still his birthright, marshaling his forces for all out war to crush the pretender and other rebellious lords taking opportunity of the declare their own.
Heirlooms/Equipment (WIP)
Unkillable, Blackblade, The Fearless, The Judicator,
45
Male
Appearance
Calvert is a slightly taller broad chested sinewy man which only compliments his skill in battle but also threw the stresses of life and battles past has a gaunt figure that dampens his facial features not covered by the short cut and peppered ash black beard. His hair is receding back littered with grey hair but still a healthy burnt black, keeping it greased to maintain a more dignified appeal to his person. Despite his rugged look Calvert keeps one soft appeal, his eyes. They shine like bright freshly sapphires. Threw the wars he obtained no physical deformities, not a single scar or slight wound.
Personality
Calvert from his youth has alway been an odd stalwart man. From his birth he knew undeniably that he was destined for greatness, even apart from the whispers that fed this ego. Over time though it gradually settled to a sense of absolute duty and a rigid set of morals and codes of conduct on how to live his life. Loyalty, honor and diligence at the pinnacle of his morales and the quickest way to gain his favor. Even pardoning peasants to knights for following their commanding lords for such loyalty, stating that they were only doing their jobs. But the commanding lords he would personally behead, never relying on headsmen. Bold to a point but not stupid as he has the wisdom of ruling lord and battle hardened veteran of fourteen years. Even having published several volumes concerning warfare. His social skill lacks significantly though as any diplomacy conducted threw him often ends on a more sore note. Utilizing either his daughter or one of his most loyal bannermen with his presence there. As far as religion he believes that the gods are there and believes that they play a certain roles but doesn’t pray to them. Asked directly, “They’re nothing but soulless, spineless cunts.” Exact words concerning his theology.
Bio
One wouldn’t guess from appearance sake that Calvert is a twin. At birth his younger sister of seven minutes died due to birth complications along with his mother. Many claim this event in his life is partially part of his lack of a personality later in life. As an only child and a male child at that he was groomed intensely as apart of having no mother figure in his life to stop such a brutal upbringing. His father half mad, but some would say that it was because of his late wife's death. Though grateful for a son he cursed the goddess douncing them both publicly and privately. Growing up Calvert spent much time in the libraries, mainly as a part of his studies but also as his father pointed out the heritage and power that their family has created and held over countless centuries. The fueled his desire for greatness, often provoking him to fights with other noble born boys his age.
At the turn of manhood his ego flared, combined with harsh upbring along with the desire of a fight to prove that he was by no means just a hairless lad. Gathering a group of other young men mostly those of sworn knight houses, to hunt down a local bandit raiding party. Brazen and without fear he clashed in the banditry without relent, even cutting their leaders head off. Earning him the name Calvert the Fearless as a young man riding headlong without a second notion of fear but with a sense of duty. Capturing the rest of the bandits as they’d been in shock with such a young man cutting down their leader in combat. Filling the stocks with remaining lawbreakers
At twenty six one of his father’s bannermen had rebelled, claiming that he had been insulted and demanded blood for the insult. Calvert took a force of three thousand men to quell the upstart. Walking alone on the field towards the encroaching army, well with archer range. Standing with his arms crossed as the arrows fled the bows. Standing as a statue as the arrows rained around him. Three times and as if by divine intervention. So stunned the upstart lord was forced to give terms. Offering wine, bread and salt but had laced it with poison and his spy had reported Calvert that information. Without disregard he ate and drank the contaminated brazenly, consuming all of it. Wether it was not enough or too much it couldn’t be told as Calvert returned with Lord Kallen’s head, calling him the unkillable. Later marching Kallen’s keep setting it to flame destroying all within.
Thirty seven was the three year war as Abram’s bastard brother rose in revolt for what reason he didn’t know or didn’t care but Calvert fulfilling his duty marched for the kings cause. The first to engage against Abrams bastard brother Alrin. Engaging and three of the four battles including the siege that resulted in Alrins death. Though not utterly without mercy granting Alrin a honorable death by beheading. Effectively ending the kin strife, cementing victory and the office of Master General when war would erupt. Now with a pretender trying to still his birthright, marshaling his forces for all out war to crush the pretender and other rebellious lords taking opportunity of the declare their own.
Heirlooms/Equipment (WIP)
WIP
WIP
