Errant Son

The Absent King

@Life in Stasis nah that's fine, I'll remove the part after he kicks the mage.

EDIT: Should be set straight.

The Absent King

the elf’s eyes widened and suddenly vanished.

I must've mistook the ''suddenly vanishing'' thing for himself vanishing, but I'm guessing his eyes vanished?

EDIT: As in he closed them in the dark so it seemed like he was gone?

The Absent King

There we are, I hope I do not disappoint with my post. If there are any remarks or criticisms, I'd be glad to hear them and then ignore them. (Just kidding. I'm really insecure about my writing, and this is only the second advanced RP I've done ever. So please go easy on me.) If I need to fix or alter anything in my post please let me know, I'd hate to cause a plothole.

The Absent King

“Pft.” The dusty, sand-filled spat of dust and liquid, supposed to represent some form or shape of saliva left Gawain's mouth, and landed within not even far enough to come close to it's target - the mage. Above Gawain's eye, a small cut in his eyebrow spouted a constant stream of blood running down, past his eye, down to his chin, where it dripped slowly. The wound had not been a result of the mage's actions, however. “No, no,” Gawain mumbled to himself as he stumbled to his feet, evidently still slightly shaken by the events that had transpired within these four walls. “The mages, they are gentle. They know not what a strong man's arm can do. They play tricks, tricks of the mind and the brain. But that hurts all the same..”

The wound on his eyebrow had been the unfortunate result of a man, woman, errr, something.. hitting him rather hard while he came around the corner. It could've been the mage for all Gawain knew, but that seemed unlikely, given the man's pitiful physique. An accomplice, perhaps, who knew. “Hrrrghr!” Gawain coughed, moving his bound two hands up to wipe some of the blood away. It was an awful, awkward movement that hurt his wrists. The bindings were much too tight, and rather than constrict his movements, they simply made them more painful. A true amateurs job, Gawain found himself thinking. But then again, the constraints had done their job of keeping him, well, constrained.

His boots stepped on the dust and sand covered sandstone. He moved with heavy tread, almost falling over with every step. If the malnutrition, lack of hydration and the pain from being locked up wasn't enough, the smoke was also quite a pain to deal with. It wasn't thick - yet. “How the fuck does sandstone burn anyway?” Gawain questioned, but found himself shaking his head at the question as he arrived at the iron grates that separated him from his freedom.

The man fell to his knees and pressed his face against the cold iron grate, pushing his bound arms through the gaps between the bars. “And of course this mage got knocked out by one of those piss-poor Elven sods.” he mumbled with a thick Aretian accent, his words being more like those of an angry peasant than the nobleman he was supposed to be. Fitting, since if he didn't do anything, he'd get a peasants grave.

Fuck.

He couldn't reach the mage. Well, this was it then. A soft thump followed as Gawain let himself fall back as he stared at the grates in disarray. Gawain was dead. Not too long now and the entire structure would crumble on top of him, or worse, the elves would come back and take him, defile him and string his corpse from a tree. Wait, not a tree. There weren't trees in the desert. They'd string him from.. from a rock. Yes, a rock.

A sudden feeling of fear overtook Gawain, made him catch a sweat and made him start breathing heavily. The elves shouldn't take him. There'd be no redeeming his honor after that. Get killed by a filthy elf, and God would never let you join him in his heavenly paradise. As quick as he'd fallen to the ground before, he shot forwards again and pressed against the grates again, reaching for the mage again. “C'mon, just a bit more!” he yelled, pushing his face harder and harder into the grates to get that little extra bit of reach he needed. T-there we go! The mages body was pulled towards the grates jerkily, sliding a bit closer with every tug and pull Gawain made, until he was close enough.

With his hands still bound, he fumbled to get the keys. He dropped them not once, but twice, but finally he caught a grip and managed to hold the keys for longer than a few seconds. He quickly unlocked the prison door, and swung the door open with remarkable violence. The scared, fearful expression on his face earlier had made way for a violent and angry expression - now that the bars of the cell didn't make him feel like all was lost, his true personality shone.

It shouldn't come as a surprise then, then, that Gawain immediately started kicking the mage in his side. “Fuck! You! You! Fucking! Blasphemer!” Every word came with a kick, but there was no response from the man, since he was already knocked out by that elf. Wait, the elf! ... yes, the elf.. if there were elves here, and there was fire.. then..? “Monarch curse me!” Gawain cried out, as he turned round and quickly ran up the stairs, slipping and falling on his elbow once as a result of the dust on the steps and his own haste. He scraped it - badly - but now wasn't the time to cry about little pains when he was about to be set upon by bloody elves!

The Absent King

Lord Gawain Castagher of Keep Sudval

“Yeah? Well what did 'ya expect?! Fuck the Eretol, fuck the Elves, fuck the Dwarves, and above all fuck those Vicennians! They want war?! Well come get some, you fuckin' blasphemous mages!”

---

【Name】

Gawain Castagher

【Age】

22

【Gender】

I'm evidently male, ye' fuck!

【Race】

I'd be damned to ever be anything other than a pure-bred Aretian man!

---

【Appearance】

Gawain is a relatively nice-looking man, although beauty is as always in the eye of the beholder. No lady shall swoon over him if she doesn't enjoy his visage, after all. Gawain himself is less concerned with such trivial things as love and feelings, which is noticeable in his lack of care for his appearance. Some might say that is in and of it's own a trait that makes him more desirable. And to that, Gawain would say 'fuck off, you twat.' But, let us move on to a description of sorts.

His face has a nice bone structure - his jawline is sharp, as if drawn with a pencil and ruler, and ends in a slightly pointy, blocky chin. However that much is not very visible - his blonde thin beard covers most of that. He has skinny cheeks, making it look like he is malnourished, but that's simply the bone structure that seems to run within his family. No such thing as undernourishment is present in Gawain, no sir.

Furthermore, he has a thin, but sharp nose. It doesn't expand outwards too far, about 'average' in size if that is any good of an indicator. Besides that, he has thin lips. They are pale in color, only slightly darker than his own skin. Speaking of his skin, he's quite pale too. The most noticeable part of his body is likely the three dots on his forehead, a religious mark that brand him a 'Monarchist' - a slightly tolerated sect of the regular faith that believes the King to be the reincarnation of God on Earth. Divine Rule! Hence they are some of the utmost loyal people in the realm, despite the shortcomings of their God-King. That was illustrated perfectly well by how loyal they were even to the near-insane king that used his power to tyrannize the people. He was God, after all, who are they to doubt him?

His hair is well kept, and slicked back with a bandana over it to keep it in place. However the bandana isn't his only accessory - he wears a set of earrings, silver buttons the size of a small coin, one on each side. Anyway, moving on with his hair, it's blonde in colour due to his amazing genes. Just kidding. Both parents were blonde. What did you think, peasant? His hair moves on quickly into a thing beard lining his jawline, forming quickly into a full beard across his chin and upper lip - truly, what man calls himself a man without such beard?

【Brief character outline】

Fuck. Everything. No, that'd be too simple. Gawain is a very racist, sexist, anti-anything that isn't normal. And in his eyes, anything that isn't an Aretian human isn't normal. Women should be taking care of their children, Elves should be prancing in their own god-damn woods, Dwarves should bugger off into their caves and leave the REAL world-ruling to the humans. And for the Vicennians.. Screw them double over! Those blasphemous mages tempt God to war with them every day! If our God-King were here, Gawain would be sure that he'd declare war right away to go fight those blasphemous heathens.

Besides the vulgarities and hatred for anything that isn't Aretian human-like, he's actually an okay guy. Okay, that's a lie. He's pretty much an asshole. But he's an asshole with a title, so at least you can't say it to his face. He likes to fight, though, and he has this thin called honor, so he's not that much of an asshole. Okay, I lied again. He's still an asshole but he won't stab you in the back I guess.

【History】

Born the second son of a low-ranking nobleman in the family of Castagher, keepers of the keep of Sudval, yadda yadda, long list of purely useless titles here that were given to them by the insane cruel king for their services and money. Gawain was lucky being the second son, since he avoided the strenuous task of being tutored in all things that had to do with the management of a keep, and instead got to enjoy an education in combat. Fun!

Didn't take long for him to be allowed to squire for some other nobleman. The lucky nobleman was marcher-lord Kristofal, who lived in the march (a specific type of hold, which was exempt from taxes and was mainly just a fort with a large garrison on border provinces.. you know, to protect the important land and stuff..) near the border of the Vicennians. That's where Gawain learned how much of a blasphemous folk those Vicennians were! He never actually saw them doing blasphemous things but lord Kristofal told him all about it - they do not bury their dead, they throw them in a campfire and then cook potions over the burning bodies of their family, and then LAUGH about it. Obviously such blasphemy is intolerable, so they must be eradicated.

And so, his view is still the same. Minus the hocus-pocus, he just hates the Vicennians all together, not just because they are mage tolerators. Death to Vicennia! Death to the Elves, the Dwarves and those horse-shagging Eretol!

The Absent King

I can already tell you're gonna be a fun GM. Please, torture my characters. I promise I'll do my best to come out on top every damn time.

Fucking foreigners.

The Absent King

@Life in Stasis I would wait a bit, since I want to read up on the rest of the posts. So we could perhaps go for a bit more of a creative entry if I don't read up in time.

The Absent King

Lord Gawain Castagher of Keep Sudval

“Yeah? Well what did 'ya expect?! Fuck the Eretol, fuck the Elves, fuck the Dwarves, and above all fuck those Vicennians! They want war?! Well come get some, you fuckin' blasphemous mages!”

---

【Name】

Gawain Castagher

【Age】

22

【Gender】

I'm evidently male, ye' fuck!

【Race】

I'd be damned to ever be anything other than a pure-bred Aretian man!

---

【Appearance】

Gawain is a relatively nice-looking man, although beauty is as always in the eye of the beholder. No lady shall swoon over him if she doesn't enjoy his visage, after all. Gawain himself is less concerned with such trivial things as love and feelings, which is noticeable in his lack of care for his appearance. Some might say that is in and of it's own a trait that makes him more desirable. And to that, Gawain would say 'fuck off, you twat.' But, let us move on to a description of sorts.

His face has a nice bone structure - his jawline is sharp, as if drawn with a pencil and ruler, and ends in a slightly pointy, blocky chin. However that much is not very visible - his blonde thin beard covers most of that. He has skinny cheeks, making it look like he is malnourished, but that's simply the bone structure that seems to run within his family. No such thing as undernourishment is present in Gawain, no sir.

Furthermore, he has a thin, but sharp nose. It doesn't expand outwards too far, about 'average' in size if that is any good of an indicator. Besides that, he has thin lips. They are pale in color, only slightly darker than his own skin. Speaking of his skin, he's quite pale too. The most noticeable part of his body is likely the three dots on his forehead, a religious mark that brand him a 'Monarchist' - a slightly tolerated sect of the regular faith that believes the King to be the reincarnation of God on Earth. Divine Rule! Hence they are some of the utmost loyal people in the realm, despite the shortcomings of their God-King. That was illustrated perfectly well by how loyal they were even to the near-insane king that used his power to tyrannize the people. He was God, after all, who are they to doubt him?

His hair is well kept, and slicked back with a bandana over it to keep it in place. However the bandana isn't his only accessory - he wears a set of earrings, silver buttons the size of a small coin, one on each side. Anyway, moving on with his hair, it's blonde in colour due to his amazing genes. Just kidding. Both parents were blonde. What did you think, peasant? His hair moves on quickly into a thing beard lining his jawline, forming quickly into a full beard across his chin and upper lip - truly, what man calls himself a man without such beard?

【Brief character outline】

Fuck. Everything. No, that'd be too simple. Gawain is a very racist, sexist, anti-anything that isn't normal. And in his eyes, anything that isn't an Aretian human isn't normal. Women should be taking care of their children, Elves should be prancing in their own god-damn woods, Dwarves should bugger off into their caves and leave the REAL world-ruling to the humans. And for the Vicennians.. Screw them double over! Those blasphemous mages tempt God to war with them every day! If our God-King were here, Gawain would be sure that he'd declare war right away to go fight those blasphemous heathens.

Besides the vulgarities and hatred for anything that isn't Aretian human-like, he's actually an okay guy. Okay, that's a lie. He's pretty much an asshole. But he's an asshole with a title, so at least you can't say it to his face. He likes to fight, though, and he has this thin called honor, so he's not that much of an asshole. Okay, I lied again. He's still an asshole but he won't stab you in the back I guess.

【History】

Born the second son of a low-ranking nobleman in the family of Castagher, keepers of the keep of Sudval, yadda yadda, long list of purely useless titles here that were given to them by the insane cruel king for their services and money. Gawain was lucky being the second son, since he avoided the strenuous task of being tutored in all things that had to do with the management of a keep, and instead got to enjoy an education in combat. Fun!

Didn't take long for him to be allowed to squire for some other nobleman. The lucky nobleman was marcher-lord Kristofal, who lived in the march (a specific type of hold, which was exempt from taxes and was mainly just a fort with a large garrison on border provinces.. you know, to protect the important land and stuff..) near the border of the Vicennians. That's where Gawain learned how much of a blasphemous folk those Vicennians were! He never actually saw them doing blasphemous things but lord Kristofal told him all about it - they do not bury their dead, they throw them in a campfire and then cook potions over the burning bodies of their family, and then LAUGH about it. Obviously such blasphemy is intolerable, so they must be eradicated.

And so, his view is still the same. Minus the hocus-pocus, he just hates the Vicennians all together, not just because they are mage tolerators. Death to Vicennia! Death to the Elves, the Dwarves and those horse-shagging Eretol!

I slightly altered the skeleton, I hope that's okay. I also added a specific sect of the religion (whichever there is) to become the Monarchists. Doesn't mean much, just that to them their king is also a reincarnation of God on earth. Gives him a reason to scream ''MY GOD'' and mean it when he sees the king after such a long time.

Also gives him reason to believe they're on a holy mission.

Fallen (Open) 16+

@Mystic Song How long would it take for an OOC to be up? I'm rather excited to get started.

The Absent King (Join Status: Full for now, but inquire if interested in waiting.)

@Life in Stasis Hey! I've seen your RP but I was afraid that it might've been full. Now that I see you have an int check looking for replacements, I actually wanted to say I'm interested. I can definitely create a racist and generally foreigner-hating guy/gal. Are you still looking?