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The Band of Fools

Then it's even more inaccurate!

The Band of Fools

I guess I'm Alabama? Which is pretty inaccurate, cause I'm in Texas.

Reform

Louis's dreams were filled with smoke and fire as he watched everything around him explode, a brilliant bonfire devouring the city. Next to him, a long line of graves spanned as far as he could see. He watched as a figure in the distance threw topsoil back into the earth. A closer inspection revealed that Louis had been watching himself fill the graves with a spade dull from use. As Louis went to himself, a figure materializes from the smoke and stood calmly before him. The man had a sinister expression; a sly grin cracked across his face as he spread his arms out, basking in the chaos around him.

"Look around, Louis. This is the path you are on. The end of the world. Just you, all alone, digging a grave for every person murdered by your curse. Unless you let me help you." The apparition dissipated, then reformed closer to Louis. "I can teach you to use this curse and transform it into a tremendous gift, even a blessing."

Louis backed away. The being's cold voice a dark contrast to the fire around them. "Who... what are you?" The man reached out and grabbed him, his hand hot and burning. He pulled in close; his breath smelled of sulfur.

"You have given me a name. I am Curse. I am the source of your bad luck. I want to be your blessing, your gift, your power. Now, Louis, wake up!"

Louis sprang up. Issac's place. He was still sitting in the recliner. A cold sweat clung to his skin. I'm never drinking again.

The Band of Fools

Gerard Gast

Name: Gerard Gast

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Role/Position: Cavalry/Squire

Appearance: Gerard, standing at 5’7”, weighs at roughly 175 lbs. He has stringy, shoulder-length brown hair that parts lazily around his face, revealing piercing blue eyes. He’s got a few scars dotting his face where he’s taken a few hard knocks, but despite them, Gerard always has a gentle look on his face. He has a splotchy beard trying to grow in, patches of black and red make for an embarrassing sight, but he proudly keeps it unshaven. His build is athletic and thin, as Gerard is constantly running to and fro. His arms are shapely and strong thanks to years of spear training. His legs are powerful and defined, easily his most attractive feature if anyone ever caught a glimpse. In essence, Gerard looks a little goofy, lanky and thin.

Personality: Gerard, still fairly fresh among the ranks, tries to keep a strong confidence to hide his fear of inadequacy. He continues to maintain a childish level of joy hoping to raise the spirits of those around him. Gerard tends to flock to the more experienced mercenaries, hoping not only to learn their techniques, but that their skill in battle will ensure his survival. Gerard tries to get along with others, never bashful to strike up a conversation. Due to this, most members of the company find him a little overwhelming.

History: The Gast family had been selling their blades for five generations, leaving young Gerard as the last son to pledge his blade to a cause. His father, Johannes Gast, also in active enlistment, disapproved of Gerard's choices, fearing it was too soon as Gerard had not carried their lineage. Despite his disapproval, his father handed down his warhorse, Bona, as a gift and a charm. Gerard has been a member of the mercenary troupe for a short time, but continues tirelessly to hone his skills for his father's approval. When the powers that be were deciding on his position, Gerard’s father demanded he join as a squire, his preferably. Working rigorously next to his father, Gerard has been trying more and more to find opportunities to speak to some of the older cavalrymen, hoping to impress them and climb the ranks as quickly as he could.

Skills and Abilities: The Gast's were a family of mounted knights, giving Gerard ample time to hone his skill on horseback. Gerard eventually began practicing his hand at mounted combat, driving practice spears into bales of hay. Over time, he proved to have a keen accuracy when placing a blow. During his youth, Gerard found work as a courier. He possessed a strong body and proved he could cover long distances quicker than some of the stronger children and made his way into delivering more important parchments, such as troop movements and battle strategies.

Weakness(es): While Gerard practiced diligently at his family's craft, he tended to ignore some of the more mundane training. Gerard's swordplay and close combat stances were poor, and he didn't possess a strong strike. It seemed as though without a mount, Gerard's confidence melted away to reveal that he was truly still just a child on the battlefield. In addition, being a young man, Gerard lacks any wise, tactical and critical thinking skills. While following orders is easy, if left to his own means, Gerard would repeatedly make tactical errors and poor judgment calls as he lacks the life experience necessary.

Equipment: Bona, a black destrier, handed to him by his father. Gerard carries a spear, a sword, and a long knife. His armor is a collection of pieces that were still considered functional from his family’s personal armory. With very few exception, his armor was a conglomerate of leftovers and hand-me-downs. A bright basinet rested loosely on his head. The coat of plates appeared to wear him. His breeches had been reinforced with rudimentary plates until they could find a set of proper leggings to fit him. His boots were old and worn, but still functional. His brown leather scabbard almost scrapped the ground as the longsword he inherited was slightly too long for Gerard. His long knife, also handed down, sat happily tucked in his black belt. The saddle on Bona was also an older piece, one of the many his father had kept. It’s stitching was still intact, but the leather hide was nearly rubbed to the point of shredding. The ensemble, once pieced together, had earned its own name, the “Quilt of Arms.”

Reform

Louis cringed at the pun. And then the explanation of the pun. Isaac was shaking his head with pity as he exited the living area. "Listen, Ryan. About the whole.... News, situation. I want to explain it. I need to explain it, or else, I'll be the only one to think that I'm crazy." Louis sat in a recliner with a heavy thud and with a heavy sigh, he released his inner demons. "It was two years ago. I had just moved into town, just started working at a food joint as a bus boy, just trying to make it here until I could afford to go to school full time. Work got busy, I never went to school. I just got stuck in a rut. Well, one day, while shopping at that supermarket, the impossible happened. The air around me got incredibly hot, but no one else seemed to notice. I felt like my skin was boiling. But then, suddenly, it just stopped. That's when I woke up in a hospital bed. Three weeks, I was in a vegetative state. The building had exploded and collapsed. They found me in two days while clearing debris. The area around me was scorched but my body was fine. The only damage caused was from the structure falling on me. Chalked it up to luck, and began my rehabilitation. Fast forward, to last night. Fresh out of rehab, I went to my home, only to find out that it now belonged to the city bank. Regardless, I needed a place to sleep and I knew my way into the house without a key. While I slept there, the house caught on fire. I then chalked it up to bad luck or a curse or something. Then, little odd things kept happening and..." Louis paused for a long yawn. It had been an exhausting day. "I met up with Isaac and he helped me find a safe place to stay, or so we thought. We got in a fight with some thugs and the building went up in smoke because of me. Because of the thing that I--"

Louis sat there, in the recliner, head slumped over. A light snore occasionally broke the silence. He had fallen asleep in the middle of his explanation.

Reform

"Of course," Louis was still wandering around the room. "I'm Lou, by the way. Well, Louis, but Lou is fine. The nurse is Isaac." Isaac shot him a look. Louis couldn't tell whether he was upset about Louis revealing his name or calling him a nurse. Louis cracked a smile for the first time since the fight and went on fiddling around the apartment.

Issac finally snapped at Louis's insufferable pacing, telling him to turn on the television or find a book. He opted for the television. He clicked on the T.V. and a news channel came to life across the black screen. Louis finally stood perfectly still as he watched the breaking story of a warehouse explosion downtown. The newscaster went on to relate this to the burning of another building in the city; Louis's building. He went on to tell a story of a similar explosion that occurred two years ago at a local market. One person was connected to all three incidents. Louis. His picture came up on the screen, followed by security footage from the warehouse, enhanced on Louis as he entered the warehouse. Louis could also make out Isaac, but the camera luckily failed to get a shot of his face.

Louis turned around. The two on the sofa were staring at him, expressionless. "No, I can explain. I'm not. That's not. It's not like that."

The Band of Fools

@Kassarock

I'm a bit rusty when it comes to making these, so point out anything that needs to be corrected.

CS- Gerard Gast

Name: Gerard Gast

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Role/Position: Cavalry

Appearance: Shoulder length brown hair, slicked back away from piercing blue eyes. Maintains a lazy scruff on his jaw. Stands at about 5’10” at 185 lbs. Lean, athletic build.

Personality: Gerard, still fairly fresh among the ranks, tries to keep a strong confidence to hide his fear of inadequacy. He continues to maintain a childish level of joy hoping to raise the spirits of those around him. Gerard tends to flock to the more experienced mercenaries, hoping not only to learn their techniques, but that their skill in battle will ensure his survival. Gerard tries to get along with others, never bashful to strike up a conversation. Due to this, most members of the company find him a little overwhelming.

History: The Gast family had been selling their blades for five generations, leaving young Gerard as the last son to pledge his blade to a cause. His father, Johannes Gast, also in active enlistment, disapproved of Gerard's choices, fearing it was too soon as Gerard had not carried their lineage. Despite his disapproval, his father handed down his warhorse, Bona, as a gift and a charm. Gerard has been a member of the mercenary troupe for a short time, but continues tirelessly to hone his skills for his father's approval.

Skills and Abilities: The Gast's were a family of mounted knights, giving Gerard ample time to hone his skill on horseback. Gerard eventually began practicing his hand at mounted combat, driving practice spears into bales of hay. Over time, he proved to have a keen accuracy when placing a blow. During his youth, Gerard found work as a courier. He possessed a strong body and proved he could cover long distances quicker than some of the stronger children and made his way into delivering more important parchments, such as troop movements and battle strategies.

Weakness(es): While Gerard practiced diligently at his family's craft, he tended to ignore some of the more mundane training. Gerard's swordplay and close combat stances were poor, and he didn't possess a strong strike. It seemed as though without a mount, Gerard's confidence melted away to reveal that he was truly still just a child on the battlefield.

Equipment: Bona, a black destrier, handed to him by his father. Gerard carries a spear, a sword, and a long knife. Gerard rides in leathers instead of heavy armor, preferring to be able to run from the battlefield if dismounted.

The Band of Fools - A Medieval Mercenary Company Roleplay

This sounds good. I am now interested in this. You have been informed.

Reform

Louis closed the door and latched it as Isaac began digging for the supplies he needed to fix the damage Louis had caused. Louis felt the guilt painted across his face as he watched. He quickly decided to do something else with himself to try and hide his involvement. What am I doing? It's not like he could possibly guess what really happened. Louis dipped into Isaac's refrigerator, looking for something to take the edge off. There were a handful of beers left on the shelves and Louis sighed. What better time to start drinking than now, right? He snatched one off the shelf, then, as to not seem rude, scooped up two more. He walked across the room avoiding eye contact with either of them and placed the two extra beers on the coffee table.

Louis moped around the room while Isaac worked. The room was awkwardly silent, minus the occasional grunt from their new acquaintance. Louis, while lost in his own mind, began to subconsciously tidy up the room. He had been doing this for several minutes before Isaac turned around to him and asked flatly, "What are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh. Uh, I dunno. My bad." Louis put the nicnac back where he had picked it up from and drank the rest of his beer. It had an undesirable taste to it and Louis couldn't help but wonder what the hell people saw in the flavor. He shrugged and tossed it over towards the trash can. It tipped the rim and bounced back onto the floor with an overly exaggerated clang, enhanced by the tense emotions filling the space. "... Sorry." Louis shuffled over to the can and replaced it into the trash can. At a loss for what to do with himself, Louis flopped down onto a recliner and sighed deeply.

He won't figure it out, fool. Not unless you keep behaving like this. Compose yourself. Louis wondered for a moment if these were his thoughts, or Isaac's. He hadn't known Isaac to be able to send thoughts, but the thought lingered. He shrugged it off, calmed himself, and discovered just how tired he had become; it really had been an outrageously long day.

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@khosmik

Then I would think we'd get along great.