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Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

-Name: Sir Gerold the Dusk Knight

-Age: 27

Appearance

-Gender: Male

-Background: Gerold was born as the second son in an old and proud, but much diminished house who's lands were located on the eastern coast of England, just above the welsh border. His father was a proud man who was doing his best to keep his now barren lands afloat financially. Although he had many allies at court and among the other lords of the land he would not ask them for any assistance though it is likely they would have given this gladly. He had been a chivalrous and noble knight in his youth and was still an honourable man but taking handouts or charity as he saw it was not something he was willing to do.

Gerold and his older brother were both trained as knights by their father, who took an active role in raising them, partly because he lacked the funds to employ masters who would teach his sons to the level he felt befitted his family but also because he genuinly wished the best for his children and wanted them to be knights like him. While his brother became more interested in the aspect of managing lands and bureaucracy Gerold truly loved the martial pursuits. He learned to use the lance and sword as well as how to lead men on a battlefield. He greatly admired his father and wished to become a great hero like he had been in his youth.

When Gerold turned 12 he was sent by his father to squire with one King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, Sir Bors de Ganis, whose father had been a comrade and ally of Gerold's own. During this time he took part in many battles against the Saxons and came to be recognised as a skilled swordsman as well as a stalwart ally to Sir Bors and his companions.

One winter, while on an extended campaign to rid the eastern coast of Saxons, Gerold fell ill with a fever and was left by Sir Bors in a small castle under the care of the local lord, who was to elderly to join the war party. Sir Bors and his companions took their army onwards to continue driving the Saxons out while Gerold recovered. No long after his strength had returned Irish raiders, who had been taking advantage of the disarray caused by the Saxon invasion, attacked the lord's lands and became raiding and murdering their way inland.

All the lords knights had gone off to fight against the Saxons so there was nobody to lead the local militia against the raiders. Gerold, at this time only 16 years of age, volunteered to lead the militia and drive the Irish back to the sea. He waited until the sun began to set and launched a surprise attack on the raider's camp using the sun which was low in the sky to blind his enemy he managed to scatter their forces as they retreated back to their ships and fled.

The lord praised Gerold on his return and relayed his deeds to Sir Bors who brought Gerold to King Arthur himself to be knighted. Due to his tactics during the battle against the Irish he was dubbed the “Dusk Knight” by his companions and he served the rest of the campaign and many more against the Saxons until finally a peace was reached. He returned to his father's land to help his brother and now elderly father. His father expressed his pride in Gerold's deeds which were by now spreading across the land and granting him some measure of fame. He used this fame to attract lords and knights to his father's lands which in turn brought wealth and allowed his father to make improvements that would allow his house to gain some of the prestige it had lost over the years.

When Sir Lancelot became regent and was tasked with bringing together knights to aid him at court his cousin sir Bors suggested his former squire, Sir Gerold, as a suitable choice. A letter was sent to Sir Gerold who left for court at once.

-Traits of Avalon:

∞-The Wolf’s Teeth: Your swordsmanship is the stuff of legend. An average foe that is at the tip of your blade can expect to taste its fatal bite.

∞-The Lion’s Roar: You exude an air of command, confidence, skill, and righteous purpose. Your enemies are hesitant to engage you upon the battlefield, and they grow anxious at the mere mention of your name.

Noir Detective x Supernatural Girl (18+)

If you get some more interest I'd be up for playing a detective in this.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

I'd be interested too.

The Nemedian Chronicles: A Hyborian Age/Conan RP

I would definitely be interested in this if it starts up.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Really enjoying the posts so far, I'll get a post up as soon as I can, my schedule ha been pretty crazy the last few days.

To answer the earlier question, I'm British time also, I live in Scotland.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

How is everyone else doing?

@The New Yorker

Still around, I'm looking forward to the next round of posting. Everything is pretty promising so far.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Marco had been in the garden of his cousin's home when the horror had come. He heard the sounds and saw the flames before he had any idea of what had descended upon the village. In his naivety he had assumed that the Spanish were attacking by sea and he had ran inside to arm himself. He quickly buckled on his sword belt with his rapier, pulled a leather jerkin over his head and grabbed a brace of fine flintlock pistols before running out into the night. His cousin had called for him to stay behind but he had carried in heedless to his cries. Marco's only thought had been to help defend the village from the enemy, as was his duty.

The enemy he faced was not one he was prepared to deal with. Having followed the direction of the flames he saw that the smoke had filled the sky and blackened the stars, not light shone from above but the light from the inferno was enough to outline a great beast that soared over the village, spewing fire and death down onto its inhabitants. Marco had been stunned by the sight, his mind had shot back to the priests who had educated him in the ways of God when he was a child and his initial thought was that surely this was the Devil come to earth. However, Marco had ever been a practical man and he resolved that this was a physical creature that must have some kind of natural explanation.

Thinking that a beast of this size could surely only be harmed by some kind of cannon he had attempted to race to the docks where there would be cannon on some of the ships. The beast's rampage had halted his progress however when it brought a building down almost right on top of Marco. Looking around at the inferno and the destruction he knew that there was nothing that he could do on his own to prevent the doom of this town. Although it pained him to do so, he knew that the only way to get through this night would be to take refuge. The way back to this cousin's residence was now blocked so he moved, along with a number of other people, to the palace which could offer a secure sanctuary against the carnage that surrounded them.

Once he reached the palace he had volunteered himself to help the palace guards in anything they required. This mostly consisted of herding frightened townspeople into a group and keeping them contained. It wasn't glamorous work but he did it willingly enough, anything to prevent him being idle. It was a long and miserable night and Marco thanked God when the beast left the skies and the sun finally climbed above the horizon. Everyone seemed to move as though in a daze, Marco was among them. He could not fathom fully what it was that had caused this, he had not seen the beast clearly but he knew it was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

When the sun had risen fully he headed out of the palace and began helping to pick through the rubble and the burnt out buildings for any survivors of the disaster. They found mostly burnt or crushed corpses. It seemed that nobody outside of the palace and the hermitage had made it through the night, at least none that Marco had found. Finally, after clearing a large portion of rubble, Marco had been able to reach his cousin's residence, or at least what remained of it. It had been crushed completely, he knew that his cousin Frederico was dead, nobody would survive such destruction. Although they hadn't been that close, Marco had still cared for his cousin and had appreciated the hospitality that he had been given since he had been injured.

Marco continued sifting through the wreckage of the village, he helped lay out the bodies they found, including his cousin, so they could be buried properly. Some of the bodies were so charred it was impossible to tell whether they had been a man or a woman let alone who they had been. In some cases entire families had died in their homes, it was a truly harrowing experience even for someone accustomed to death and mayhem. Marco stopped to take a drink of water when the town criers went to work, announcing that the count would be paying a reward for a certain task. Marco thought for sure it must be related to the beast, if it was to be hunted he knew that he could prove some aid. So it was that he found himself once more at the palace.

The whistle had caught his attention and he turned to see a man, Marco could tell by his appearance and manner that he was a seaman. The way he ordered around the other sailors confirmed his assessment. He listened as the man explained the expedition. The bureaucrat beside the said that the expedition had nothing to do with the "dragon", as they were referring to it and Marco supposed that the creature he had seen in the night sky could well be considered a dragon. The man's lies would only convince a fool, a relief mission going out suddenly after the destruction of the town by some creature? Unlikely, although he believed that there was a god he did not believe that they had been punished by him, there was a physical creature responsible and Marco would help destroy it.

He made his way to the dock and boarded the ship, he still has his rapier and leather jerkin worn openly but he had concealed his pistols in with a blanket and some other items that he had either purchased on the way to the dock or had salvaged from the wreckage of his cousin's home. His fine trousers and shirt were dirty and worn from his work clearing away the debris and only his red coat was in good condition and revealed his high birth. Taking his belongings below deck he tucked them away in a corner near a cot that would be his own for the voyage. He returned to the deck and leant what help he could in bringing items aboard. Although he was a soldier rather than a sailor he had spent enough time at sea to know the basics of ship work, he also knew that everyone on a ship worked, sailor or not so he made himself useful.

When the captain called the people together he joined them and listened in, he had no idea who the man was but he gathered from the speech that he was a pirate or he used to be one at least. It struck him as odd that a pirate would be leading an expedition for a Portuguese count but the man seemed to know his business so Marco had no objections to his leadership. In the brief exchange that followed between the captain and what appeared to be his two former shipmates he learned the man's name and also saw that he had a fiery streak through him, not a man to cross, not that Marco had considered it.

By the time the ship had cast off, Marco had gotten talking to some of the sailors who were part of the crew and they had warmed up to him. He was accustomed to dealing with soldiers and these sailors were not too different from the men he had led in battle. He was sitting with them as the food was brought out and he began wolfing it down gratefully, he had had a full day of intensive labour and had built up an appetite. The mood on board was high and Marco joined in with the singing, he hadn't heard the song before but picking it up was easy. He felt that this may well be an enjoyable journey, what may lay in wait for them in Morocco however, that may not be so enjoyable.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Marco de Meneses

Name: Marco de Meneses

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Ericeira

Religious Affiliation: Catholic, though prone to hedonistic indulgences

Secular Affiliation: Kingdom of Portugal

Level of education: High, Marco had tutors for most of his young life. He was educated in both Lisbon and London.

Social status: Nobleman

Occupation: Infantry captain.

Appearance: Marco is tall, around 6' in height, with black hair and dark eyes. He is clean shaven and tries to present as clean and elegant when possible, however being a soldier by trade he doesn't shy away from getting dirty. He has been lucky that he has no significant visible scars on his body, the only major scar he has is on his upper chest, caused by a musket ball.

Personality: Although noble by birth, Marco is not pompous and do not look down on people from lower social classes. He has spent a lot of time with soldiers under his command and has an affinity for people of the lower classes as well as being able to socialise or deal with those from his own class. Generally, Marco can find common ground with people he meets and tries to deal with people fairly. He is usually fairly affable, if he is crossed or anyone he cares about are in threat he fights ferociously. He is also a lover of pleasure, whether it be drinking with comrades or loving beautiful women, when his duty is done Marco will seek to indulge himself.

Skill set: Marco is a natural leader and leads from the front, he does not ask anyone to do something he would not do himself. He is experienced in combat and battle, having spent his adult life in an army at war. Marco is a skilled swordsman, horse rider and is skilled in using a pistol, he learned these skills both from his upbringing and through life experience. Marco has spent time among the nobility of both Portugal and England and knows how royal courts work and understands the intrigue that is present in any court.

Languages: Portuguese, English, French, Spanish and some passable Latin. He also learned some Scottish and Irish Gaelic from his time leading men from those countries.

Bio: Marco was born as the third son of Fernando de Meneses, 2nd Count of Ericeira, he was raised in the coastal village until his 6th birthday when he was sent to Lisbon, where his father spent much of his time, in order to be educated. He was taught many of the classic arts as well as practical pursuits such as fencing and horseback riding. Although he was not always a patient student of academia he very much enjoyed his martial education and his father, who was a military man, encouraged him to begin training to join the army.

When he turned 12 he was sent to England to further his education in London, he was fostered by some distant relatives. He was educated at Oxford University for a number of years until his 15th birthday when he was sent back to Lisbon and joined the Portuguese army. He accompanied his father on border skirmishes with the Spanish forces. It was in these skirmishes he learned the trade of a soldier and he knew early on that this was the life that he wanted.

Marco grew quickly among the rough, tough soldiers under his father's command and they all liked him due to his eagerness to join them in battle. When he turned 18 he was allowed his own small command and continued in the border skirmishes where he truly learned the art of leading men in combat. In the following years when larger scale battles became more common, Marco was allowed less freedom as the commands were given to men with better family connections or more experience.

It was not until his relative António Luís de Meneses, 1st Marquis of Marialva, faced the Spanish in the Battle of Ameixial that Marco was again allowed a command of his own. He was given command of a force of Scottish and Irish mercenaries and he led them in the battle. He distinguished himself and impressed any of his fellow officers, both Portuguese and the foreign officers that had been hired. He continued leading a mercenary force for the following campaign and was given a promotion to capitão (captain) shortly before being wounded by a musket ball that struck him in the shoulder. He was sent back to Lisbon and was then moved on to Sintra where his cousin was staying, he took residence there while he recovered. He had almost entirely healed when the dragon appeared and burned the town to the ground; he had managed to escape its wrath by seeking refuge in the castle.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

@The New Yorker Thank you for the acceptance and I will post it there now.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Okay, here's my CS.

Marco de Meneses

Name: Marco de Meneses

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Ericeira

Religious Affiliation: Catholic, though prone to hedonistic indulgences

Secular Affiliation: Kingdom of Portugal

Level of education: High, Marco had tutors for most of his young life. He was educated in both Lisbon and London.

Social status: Nobleman

Occupation: Infantry captain.

Appearance: Marco is tall, around 6' in height, with black hair and dark eyes. He is clean shaven and tries to present as clean and elegant when possible, however being a soldier by trade he doesn't shy away from getting dirty. He has been lucky that he has no significant visible scars on his body, the only major scar he has is on his upper chest, caused by a musket ball.

Personality: Although noble by birth, Marco is not pompous and do not look down on people from lower social classes. He has spent a lot of time with soldiers under his command and has an affinity for people of the lower classes as well as being able to socialise or deal with those from his own class. Generally, Marco can find common ground with people he meets and tries to deal with people fairly. He is usually fairly affable, if he is crossed or anyone he cares about are in threat he fights ferociously. He is also a lover of pleasure, whether it be drinking with comrades or loving beautiful women, when his duty is done Marco will seek to indulge himself.

Skill set: Marco is a natural leader and leads from the front, he does not ask anyone to do something he would not do himself. He is experienced in combat and battle, having spent his adult life in an army at war. Marco is a skilled swordsman, horse rider and is skilled in using a pistol, he learned these skills both from his upbringing and through life experience. Marco has spent time among the nobility of both Portugal and England and knows how royal courts work and understands the intrigue that is present in any court.

Languages: Portuguese, English, French, Spanish and some passable Latin. He also learned some Scottish and Irish Gaelic from his time leading men from those countries.

Bio: Marco was born as the third son of Fernando de Meneses, 2nd Count of Ericeira, he was raised in the coastal village until his 6th birthday when he was sent to Lisbon, where his father spent much of his time, in order to be educated. He was taught many of the classic arts as well as practical pursuits such as fencing and horseback riding. Although he was not always a patient student of academia he very much enjoyed his martial education and his father, who was a military man, encouraged him to begin training to join the army.

When he turned 12 he was sent to England to further his education in London, he was fostered by some distant relatives. He was educated at Oxford University for a number of years until his 15th birthday when he was sent back to Lisbon and joined the Portuguese army. He accompanied his father on border skirmishes with the Spanish forces. It was in these skirmishes he learned the trade of a soldier and he knew early on that this was the life that he wanted.

Marco grew quickly among the rough, tough soldiers under his father's command and they all liked him due to his eagerness to join them in battle. When he turned 18 he was allowed his own small command and continued in the border skirmishes where he truly learned the art of leading men in combat. In the following years when larger scale battles became more common, Marco was allowed less freedom as the commands were given to men with better family connections or more experience.

It was not until his relative António Luís de Meneses, 1st Marquis of Marialva, faced the Spanish in the Battle of Ameixial that Marco was again allowed a command of his own. He was given command of a force of Scottish and Irish mercenaries and he led them in the battle. He distinguished himself and impressed any of his fellow officers, both Portuguese and the foreign officers that had been hired. He continued leading a mercenary force for the following campaign and was given a promotion to capitão (captain) shortly before being wounded by a musket ball that struck him in the shoulder. He was sent back to Lisbon and was then moved on to Sintra where his cousin was staying, he took residence there while he recovered. He had almost entirely healed when the dragon appeared and burned the town to the ground; he had managed to escape its wrath by seeking refuge in the castle.