Post by Aris on Jul 19, 2012 5:18:05 GMT -5
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Fidelity, Strength, Power[/size][/center]
Age one past twenty
Race Pure bred Human for all he knows
Occupation/Rank Duke of Sommerfeldt
Physical Description
Charlemagne is far from being dubbed an average fellow when it comes to appearances.
Standing five feet eight inches tall with his boots on and sporting a sturdy and well muscled frame; Char captures the word handsome with all depth to the word. He carries himself with a confident and flirtatious air while maintaining a certain approachability to those he meets. He’s built for stamina and strength with ample muscling lacing tightly over his sturdy torso and out to the tips of his limbs. His skin sports a weathered tan hue from years mucking around outdoors whether from fine tuning his swordmanship or flirting with the Ladyfolk by shedding his shirt to allow them an ample view of his muscled frame.
Moving north one can admire a face that is charming and easy on the eyes. His jaw sits squarely into his façade under a mouth, seemingly always set into a charming yet mischievous smile. His nose takes a slight detour to the left from being broken in his early teens, but simply adds to the rugged beauty of his appearance. Set under a mop of wavy blonde hair and expressive brows are two bright eyes of a stormy blue color.
Upon the matter of clothing, Charlemagne always sports the latest and most current fashion trend while putting his own personal touch on the garment. Such as when outrageous prints were all the style, he would choose to pair the pattern with a subdued and complimentary color else where in his clothing. Depending on the occasion, upon his feet he could either be sporting a dyed leather boot to match his clothing or the more common day: his favored riding boots that hit just below his knee.
Personality Attributes
Upon first meeting Charlemagne, one can come to the conclusion that like any good story, there are two parts.
Upon first cracking into his personality, one comes face to face with a seemingly self-absorbed socialite with an uncanny ability to handle a sword.
Char portrays himself to be the life of the party with some sort of attention grabbing scheme up his sleeve. He seems to thrive being in the limelight by being the first one to toss out a humorous joke then follow through with his heart breaking smile. He is quick witted and at times a touch sarcastic around touchy subjects when he feels the atmosphere take a darker feel than what he laid out previously.
He is a known womanizer and enjoys the thrill of baiting and catching a beautiful girl. Every new pick is another adrenaline rush and another challenge, with each successful catch being another notch up in his confidence.
Breaking past the charming surface and revealing what lay underneath plays out another chapter in how Charlemagne’s mind ticks.
His sometimes overly charming and socialite attitude comes from feeling the constant need to impress and overshadow his elder brother, Alexander, who from day one, Char has been increasingly jealous of.
He thrives on the attention he steals from his brother and enjoys the bitter victory every time his name comes out on top, gilded for one reason or another by ways sometimes ill natured.
Under his light hearted smile and witty mind if often a quick tempered beast that lays dormant until something snaps whether it be his patience or in once particular case, his nose. Charlemagne is a known lover of a good fight either fist or sword in hand and has proven to be a worthy opponent.
Within his upbringing with an influence from his older brother’s own actions, Char has developed a steadfast sense of loyalty to those he has bonded to. He prides himself on being one his friends, and at times, his family can count on for support in whatever endeavor they bring his way. Though he may not show his affection wholeheartedly to those he holds close, he can be counted on to be by their side if the need calls.
Pets
Sive: A stag like, black hound who is constantly at her master’s side. She has a rumor running about her that some wicked spirit enables her to creep around cat like, soundless as death possessed and have a temper worse than a smacked bee hive. However ill liked she may be by others, Char loves her to pieces and spoils her at every wave of hand from slipping beef bits at dinner to the jeweled collar about her neck.
Finbar: A stout and agile flaxen chestnut stallion who is Charlemagne’s mount for the tournaments and every other escapade he fancies. Finbar is nothing extraordinary to look at with his cresty neck and roman nose but charging down the jousting lane is quite an impressive, if not frightening creature. His personality runs on the sour side and he’s a known biter, but Char admires the stallions heart when it comes to battle.
Special Items
None of at the moment
History
Second born into a royal line is a blessing and in the same breath, a curse and that’s how Charlemagne was brought into the world. He was the second son to the King Aeron and his beloved Queen Emme and unless something terrible became of his elder brother, out of the line for the thrown and thrown into a life seemingly carefree.
His early years are hardly remembered more than a blur from being constantly on the run from class to free times with his friends and off again to class. In those early morning battle theology classes he discovered a like for the ancient writings of past battle victors and in the late afternoon a love for a good fight. However one thing that stood clear in his young mind was how elder brother was often the one with their father when he was home for his short and greatly valued visits.
He knew his father cared for him, but the often lack of verbal or physical displays led to a development of a growing jealousy of Alexander and his relationship with Aeron. As he aged he found if he out did his brother in something such as beating him to a joke or shining on the tournament field he gained a bit of affection from his father and away from Alexander.
Despite his growing jealously and dislike of his elder brother, memories of good times still hand fresh in Char’s mind. Such as in his 15th year, when they both got a taste of the opposite gender and opened a whole new world to them: the world of women and their mysteries. He loved those saucy memories of laughing with his brother: carefree and happy not ill tempered and jealous.
His teen years passed quicker than his youth as he found himself engaged in charming women and winning tournaments, caring less of putting on the charade of needing to constantly impress but adapting it as a way of life and apart of who he was aging to be.
On the crest of his 18th year, Char was busily sneaking one of his nightly conquests out of his room when he ran smack into his father’s chest. Heated words were exchanged on how a Prince must act and how Char was acting was not in those ways and Char let loose all his pent up frustrations with his father before childishly storming away, unknowingly from the last time he would see his father alive.
The news of victory was sweet in Charlemagne’s ears but was quickly tossed aside when the realization of never being able to apologize to his father struck hard in his heart. He stuffed away all his sorrow into the back of his mind and set out to party hard with a few friends and forget all the wrong he had done.
Fidelity, Strength, Power[/size][/center]
Age one past twenty
Race Pure bred Human for all he knows
Occupation/Rank Duke of Sommerfeldt
Physical Description
Charlemagne is far from being dubbed an average fellow when it comes to appearances.
Standing five feet eight inches tall with his boots on and sporting a sturdy and well muscled frame; Char captures the word handsome with all depth to the word. He carries himself with a confident and flirtatious air while maintaining a certain approachability to those he meets. He’s built for stamina and strength with ample muscling lacing tightly over his sturdy torso and out to the tips of his limbs. His skin sports a weathered tan hue from years mucking around outdoors whether from fine tuning his swordmanship or flirting with the Ladyfolk by shedding his shirt to allow them an ample view of his muscled frame.
Moving north one can admire a face that is charming and easy on the eyes. His jaw sits squarely into his façade under a mouth, seemingly always set into a charming yet mischievous smile. His nose takes a slight detour to the left from being broken in his early teens, but simply adds to the rugged beauty of his appearance. Set under a mop of wavy blonde hair and expressive brows are two bright eyes of a stormy blue color.
Upon the matter of clothing, Charlemagne always sports the latest and most current fashion trend while putting his own personal touch on the garment. Such as when outrageous prints were all the style, he would choose to pair the pattern with a subdued and complimentary color else where in his clothing. Depending on the occasion, upon his feet he could either be sporting a dyed leather boot to match his clothing or the more common day: his favored riding boots that hit just below his knee.
Personality Attributes
Upon first meeting Charlemagne, one can come to the conclusion that like any good story, there are two parts.
Upon first cracking into his personality, one comes face to face with a seemingly self-absorbed socialite with an uncanny ability to handle a sword.
Char portrays himself to be the life of the party with some sort of attention grabbing scheme up his sleeve. He seems to thrive being in the limelight by being the first one to toss out a humorous joke then follow through with his heart breaking smile. He is quick witted and at times a touch sarcastic around touchy subjects when he feels the atmosphere take a darker feel than what he laid out previously.
He is a known womanizer and enjoys the thrill of baiting and catching a beautiful girl. Every new pick is another adrenaline rush and another challenge, with each successful catch being another notch up in his confidence.
Breaking past the charming surface and revealing what lay underneath plays out another chapter in how Charlemagne’s mind ticks.
His sometimes overly charming and socialite attitude comes from feeling the constant need to impress and overshadow his elder brother, Alexander, who from day one, Char has been increasingly jealous of.
He thrives on the attention he steals from his brother and enjoys the bitter victory every time his name comes out on top, gilded for one reason or another by ways sometimes ill natured.
Under his light hearted smile and witty mind if often a quick tempered beast that lays dormant until something snaps whether it be his patience or in once particular case, his nose. Charlemagne is a known lover of a good fight either fist or sword in hand and has proven to be a worthy opponent.
Within his upbringing with an influence from his older brother’s own actions, Char has developed a steadfast sense of loyalty to those he has bonded to. He prides himself on being one his friends, and at times, his family can count on for support in whatever endeavor they bring his way. Though he may not show his affection wholeheartedly to those he holds close, he can be counted on to be by their side if the need calls.
Pets
Sive: A stag like, black hound who is constantly at her master’s side. She has a rumor running about her that some wicked spirit enables her to creep around cat like, soundless as death possessed and have a temper worse than a smacked bee hive. However ill liked she may be by others, Char loves her to pieces and spoils her at every wave of hand from slipping beef bits at dinner to the jeweled collar about her neck.
Finbar: A stout and agile flaxen chestnut stallion who is Charlemagne’s mount for the tournaments and every other escapade he fancies. Finbar is nothing extraordinary to look at with his cresty neck and roman nose but charging down the jousting lane is quite an impressive, if not frightening creature. His personality runs on the sour side and he’s a known biter, but Char admires the stallions heart when it comes to battle.
Special Items
None of at the moment
History
Second born into a royal line is a blessing and in the same breath, a curse and that’s how Charlemagne was brought into the world. He was the second son to the King Aeron and his beloved Queen Emme and unless something terrible became of his elder brother, out of the line for the thrown and thrown into a life seemingly carefree.
His early years are hardly remembered more than a blur from being constantly on the run from class to free times with his friends and off again to class. In those early morning battle theology classes he discovered a like for the ancient writings of past battle victors and in the late afternoon a love for a good fight. However one thing that stood clear in his young mind was how elder brother was often the one with their father when he was home for his short and greatly valued visits.
He knew his father cared for him, but the often lack of verbal or physical displays led to a development of a growing jealousy of Alexander and his relationship with Aeron. As he aged he found if he out did his brother in something such as beating him to a joke or shining on the tournament field he gained a bit of affection from his father and away from Alexander.
Despite his growing jealously and dislike of his elder brother, memories of good times still hand fresh in Char’s mind. Such as in his 15th year, when they both got a taste of the opposite gender and opened a whole new world to them: the world of women and their mysteries. He loved those saucy memories of laughing with his brother: carefree and happy not ill tempered and jealous.
His teen years passed quicker than his youth as he found himself engaged in charming women and winning tournaments, caring less of putting on the charade of needing to constantly impress but adapting it as a way of life and apart of who he was aging to be.
On the crest of his 18th year, Char was busily sneaking one of his nightly conquests out of his room when he ran smack into his father’s chest. Heated words were exchanged on how a Prince must act and how Char was acting was not in those ways and Char let loose all his pent up frustrations with his father before childishly storming away, unknowingly from the last time he would see his father alive.
The news of victory was sweet in Charlemagne’s ears but was quickly tossed aside when the realization of never being able to apologize to his father struck hard in his heart. He stuffed away all his sorrow into the back of his mind and set out to party hard with a few friends and forget all the wrong he had done.
