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Character Name: Francois Vou of House Bluspereaux/Frans Vou
Race/Species: Bretonnian
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty and one year’s
Career (if any) and Skills: Frans Vou is a Knight Errant of Bretonnia. A son of the wealthy Bluspereaux house Frans Vou was well trained in the arts befitting his station. As such he is a capable chevalier in all aspects, and he’s handy with both sword and lance. He can also speak the language of the Empire and the High Elves, and is well versed with a lute and can recite several famous poems and epics. His high class education did not end there however. Great things are expected from the Bluspereaux family, and so Frans Vou found himself trained to competence in hunting and strategy, in diplomatic expertise, and conversation. The latter two were Frans Vou’s lesser loved classes. He was also tutored on astronomy and mathematics and literature, and for a short while he even studied a little of the sciences though little came of that. And of course chivalry and the worship of the Lady of The Lake which are expected fields of study from any young Bretonnian knight.
Weapons: While astride his warhorse Frans Vou wields his trusty lance and heater shield to great effect. The lance is endowed with the heaven’s magic keeping it from shattering, blessed by a damsel of the lady. It was one of the few things passed down to Frans Vou and he adores it. Should the enchanted weapon be wrenched from his grasp Frans Vou has an arming sword and dirk at his waist ready for quick use as well.
Attire: Frans Vou’s favorite color is a royal blue. As such his armor and clothing often matches this particular taste. His armor tunic is a deep shade of blue with lioness designs embroidered in bronze, with a black leather sword belt and bronze buckles strapped around his stomach. The armor is gleaming iron plate and chainmail. While out of his armor Frans Vou dons a cinnamon tunic and trousers, draping a sky blue cloak around his shoulders. All of his outfits are finished with a pair of tall riding boots and golden spurs.
Equipment/Other Frans Vou has very little in terms of proper equipment beyond his armor and weapons. He’s used to comfortable living and would dictate that his servants carry and care for whatever gear and shelter he might require while journeying. To do just that Frans Vou brought with him his page Adrian, a young lad of thirteen years, and his loyal manservant Moreau. Both of whom follow the young knight astride loaded mules wherever he might wander, dutifully attending his every whim.
Physical Description: Frans Vou is tall, about six foot, one. His hair is a dirty blonde, cut neatly off at the shoulder level. His eyes are a plain brown and squinty, seemingly sunk into his sallow face and contrasted against his hooked nose. He could be considered quite handsome if he didn’t always look like he’d just stepped in something revolting. Frans Vou is rather thin and lanky, but has enough meat on his bones to look capable enough in a brawl. His long limbs serve him well in this regard, giving him that slight extra reach. He typically stands straight back and tall, his feet planted firmly and one hand resting on his sword hilt. Frans Vou is very much a noble son of Bretonnia, and in many ways embodies the facets of the royal elite that govern the great kingdom.
Mental Description/Personality: While holding a vast number of traits, Frans Vou is by no means a humble or compassionate man. Arrogant and proud the young Knight Errant views himself as the smartest, and noblest of men. Often gracing peasants and commoners with his presence and even a few coins if he’s feeling generous. Although he’s cocky, Frans Vou isn’t stupid, and is in fact quite intelligent. He is also a social person and can be very easy to get along with, quick to slap a friends back and shake a companion’s hand and drink fine wine with them late into the night. As long as one can stomach his unfettered arrogance the young knight can be a good friend to have in all circumstances. However Frans Vou can also be petty and unforgiving. Not quick to the sword, but merciless when driven to anger. He is also very determined, and can be difficult to persuade once his mind has been set.
Background/History: House Bluspereaux is a large family living in southwestern Bretonnia, in a great manor. The Noble House is well known for producing brave knights, and honorable noblemen for the high class, and has never failed to ride in haste once summoned by the king or their lords. There the fields are filled, the vines rich, and the forest thin. Winters tend to be a little harsher due to their close proximity to the southern mountains, but never enough to worsen the living state of the static population, and thus nobody cared much that the taxes were a bit higher than the bordering lands. It was blessing enough to know there would always be food on the table, and a fearless knight in the castles to protect the common folk.
It was here in the mild lands of House Bluspereaux that Francois Vou Bluspereaux, son of Vincent Vou Bluspereaux was born. Raised as all boys of noble blood ought to be, Frans Vou’s upbringing was meticulous and strategized. It was easy to plan after all, Vincent having already had fourteen sons to struggle with before Frans Vou. The years passed quickly for the lad, and he spent his time studying and training to become a grand knight like his ancestors before him. His arrogant demeanor was considered normal by the Bluspereaux family, and was often even encouraged by the manor staff and his immediate family. This came to a head however when Frans Vou discovered a terrible truth. He’d been born one place short.
Indeed, Vincent had no more lands to divide up between his many children leaving Frans Vou with title of his own. Furious at such a slight of nature Frans Vou fulminated for days and nights at his father and mother demanding his birth right, but to no avail. There was simply nothing to be done, and the young man settled into a slumping depression. It was like this that on his twenty first birthday when he was knighted and given lance and golden spurs that Frans Vou realized he would have to take matters into his own hands, should he ever wish to preside over proper lands of his own. But first he would have to anger his father to punish him for such a monstrous slight.
The scheme as Frans Vou saw it was simple. He was now a Knight Errant, charged with finding some great beast to slay, or adventure to attend, or damsel to save. So in order to infuriate his father while completing his duty Frans Vou decided to join a band of Imperial Mercenaries and adventurers, and depart on his grand quest in their company. Frans Vou in all his youthful arrogance announced this plan with bold confidence during the evening meal, the night before he departed. As expected his father became furious, and raved at his foolish son who would so willingly soil the family name with such petty actions, but to little affect. It was a cold, and gloomy morning following day, frosty not from the chilled air but from the livid anger that radiated off the castle walls. Frans Vou and his manservant Moreau and page Adrian left early, departing for Rottfurt at an easy pace not wanting to spend a second more within the Bluspereaux manor.
