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Race: Human, Northener
Societal Position: Aristocrat, Knight
Text of whatever: as a Hedge-Knight, William rules over a quiet backwater long forgotten by not just men, but seemingly the Gods themselves. While he doesn't quite mind the isolation, he wishes the damn Count would send heralds to him every once in awhile, if only to have a temporary distraction from the complaints of the irritable Peasantry. If you need a description of his estate, it's a run-down dusty Manor with a smelly village surrounding it. The Village is quite small, and really quite smelly as the free men rarely bathe, and the Serfs are literally spooked by running water.
The Village luckly isn't completely helpless; there's a local blacksmith and a small church, both of which probably hold more influence than William ever will, and has a economy that literally revolves around hunting the local wildlife. The wildlife also smells, and generally only adds to the never ending stench. The population might be a little less than a hundred, but William suspects there's only a couple dozen small folk left, as most people packed their bags and simply left for greener pastures. Thus leaving him with only the dirty Serfs, and the local fanatics that worship the Forest (which includes the Blacksmith, unfortunately).
But once he was a Brave Knight who fought for the Duke of Rivermead. After years of devout service to the Duke, he was eventually rewarded him a small estate. William, and strappling young man, jumped for joy. He had finally won a estate of his own, a clear show of his innate heroism and bravery! Little did he know, he was getting assigned to the one estate nobody wanted. At first William tried to make the most of it, but as the years went on, he realized just he was essentially cursed with what's possibly the worst manor in the entire continent. No high-born woman would even look at him, not willing to get landed to the most worthless and smelly plot of land, where the local drunk Peasants never bathe and sacrifice Squirrels to some God that could care less.
But now he hears rumors of war, and wonders if he could have one more chance at glory, and way out of this rut and into something greater. Something grander, something better than lording over smelly Serfs that don't even respect him! But that being said; he heard about the 'rebellion' from a local drunk who regularly talks to turnips.
William also has three siblings, all three of which are far more successful than him, and has a innate fear of Rabbits.