Post by Jenna on Jul 17, 2015 23:30:09 GMT -5
Player:
Jennamonster
Best Contact Method(s):
Just scream, I'll hear you.
Have you read the General Rules?:
I wrote them.
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:
Definitely not.
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
Absolutely.
Character Name:
Emery Arnault
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Birthdate:
November 30, 1402
City / Region:
Lindblum
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Rosenquist
Played by:
François Arnaud
Appearance:
A man of average height and build, Emery has unruly, dark hair and green eyes. Not all that fond of a blade scraping his face (and to hide the cleft chin), he maintains a trimmed beard most of the time. Casual by nature, he might appear disheveled to most, especially his mother and sisters, but he's not fond of tight collars or confining attire. Doublets are often left open, shirt untucked and the collar wide, leading down to leather or linen trousers and boots. And he is never without his sword, a wickedly thin blade that slices the air with a whistle.
Personality:
Direct - Emery is no politician and sees no need to couch what he has to say in pretty words. He'll speak his mind tactfully, but he does not pander or soft-pedal his opinion when it is asked. Honesty is his preference, though he has no desire to hurt anyone at the same time. He is far more blunt with men than he is women, toning himself down considerably when it comes to the ladies. He was raised to be a gentleman, after all.
Easy-Going - He hates formality. Hates it. Relieved that he was not born higher in the royal house and thus will never need to worry over being crowned King, Emery is happiest when he can leave his doublet open over his shirt, his hair askew and sport a beard. Formal occasions make his teeth itch but he tolerates them out of necessity. He'd much rather sit in a tavern with a mug in one hand and a wench in the other than take part at a ball or feast.
Loyal - Hounds have nothing on Emery. When he gives his fidelity, it takes a great deal to shake it. He is personally loyal to Severin, above and beyond even the king.
Hot-Tempered - His Rosenquist blood tends to run on the hot side. Once his ire is roused, Emery will often have to be checked, especially if he sees someone committing an act that he deems wrong. That doesn't necessarily mean he's right but he will often act before thinking.
Judgmental - He is very quick to form an opinion and changing it is no easy task. Emery also has a very bad habit of forming those opinions before he knows all of the facts, a constant annoyance to Severin, but the man is human. Fortunately, when he is wrong, he will own up.. and occasionally apologize too.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Swordsmanship
Observation
Stealth
Able Drinker
Character History:
Born on the lowest branch of the Rosenquist family tree, Emery was the first born son of Hildegard Rosenquist and Hans Arnault with several other children shortly following. His father was pleased to see his first born was a son, heir to a respectable title and estate, and ensured that his son was given an appropriate education in all things expected of a nobleman.
From an early age, Emery took to the horse and the sword above and beyond all else. Lessons were something to be endured, something to be tolerated until he could break free and race outside to his horse or to sword-practice with the arms master. He managed to be a somewhat patient and understanding older brother, not especially minding tagalong younger brothers, but the sisters he was surprisingly protective of. Taking the little ones with him on his saddle for a slow walk around the grounds, or showing his brother how to hold his toy wooden sword, Emery surprised even himself with how much he enjoyed his family. The Arnaults were considered salt of the Lindblum earth, he learned.
That didn't mean he was a perfect child, far from it. Frustration with failures often resulted in tempests and furies where his face grew red and he had to be reminded to check himself. Occasionally, he would have to go out and take his anger out on a wood pile that his father created for him. He was told that anger should be channeled to something productive, so chopping wood would be his outlet. When that was done and he grew larger and stronger, he was given other manual labor.
It was when he was twelve that his cousin, the future King and crown prince of Lindblum, caught him mucking out stalls. Severin was a serious boy, one who asked a number of annoying questions and irritated Emery further into doing something remarkably stupid - he took a swing at Severin, only to find himself laid out flat. Staring up at the Crown Prince, Emery blinked and took a minute to regain his lost breath, then grinned. Now here was a boy after his own heart! The two swiftly became friends, frequently training together, going hunting and riding as Emery was one of the few who could keep up with the Crown Prince.
Now as a man, Emery is Severin's companion and some time adviser. When Severin decided to venture down into Archades, Emery made it clear - with help from the King - that he would be going along. Charged by the King and his own father to keep Severin out of the worst trouble and to be a secondary protector, he has gone into the southlands with no little amount of prejudice. This promised to be very interesting...
Writing Sample:
Knowing now that Ruadhan had the night to think over what he wanted to do, Regan decided to make breakfast a makeshift family meeting. No matter what he chose to do, he was going to need their help, and she wasn't about to be left out. Nora wasn't going to be excluded either, as far as the redhead was concerned. Making sure that Mother was awake and ready to join them as well, she was unable to find her brother Liam or Siobhan; they were probably out on patrols or some such suitably Connell thing.
Trying not to pace, Regan's curls bounced over her shoulders as she fidgeted, waiting with barely curbed impatience for her family members. The scent of breakfast wafted up from the kitchens, tempting and rich, but she resisted the rumble of her stomach. Coffee was coming as well, thankfully, not that she needed additional stimulation this morning. She'd avoided going to her bees, refusing to upset or disturb them in her present frame of mind; they didn't deserve to be affected by the machinations of humans. Bees were peaceful, busy creatures who treasured routine.
Jennamonster
Best Contact Method(s):
Just scream, I'll hear you.
Have you read the General Rules?:
I wrote them.
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:
Definitely not.
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
Absolutely.
Character Name:
Emery Arnault
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Birthdate:
November 30, 1402
City / Region:
Lindblum
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Rosenquist
Played by:
François Arnaud
Appearance:
A man of average height and build, Emery has unruly, dark hair and green eyes. Not all that fond of a blade scraping his face (and to hide the cleft chin), he maintains a trimmed beard most of the time. Casual by nature, he might appear disheveled to most, especially his mother and sisters, but he's not fond of tight collars or confining attire. Doublets are often left open, shirt untucked and the collar wide, leading down to leather or linen trousers and boots. And he is never without his sword, a wickedly thin blade that slices the air with a whistle.
Personality:
Direct - Emery is no politician and sees no need to couch what he has to say in pretty words. He'll speak his mind tactfully, but he does not pander or soft-pedal his opinion when it is asked. Honesty is his preference, though he has no desire to hurt anyone at the same time. He is far more blunt with men than he is women, toning himself down considerably when it comes to the ladies. He was raised to be a gentleman, after all.
Easy-Going - He hates formality. Hates it. Relieved that he was not born higher in the royal house and thus will never need to worry over being crowned King, Emery is happiest when he can leave his doublet open over his shirt, his hair askew and sport a beard. Formal occasions make his teeth itch but he tolerates them out of necessity. He'd much rather sit in a tavern with a mug in one hand and a wench in the other than take part at a ball or feast.
Loyal - Hounds have nothing on Emery. When he gives his fidelity, it takes a great deal to shake it. He is personally loyal to Severin, above and beyond even the king.
Hot-Tempered - His Rosenquist blood tends to run on the hot side. Once his ire is roused, Emery will often have to be checked, especially if he sees someone committing an act that he deems wrong. That doesn't necessarily mean he's right but he will often act before thinking.
Judgmental - He is very quick to form an opinion and changing it is no easy task. Emery also has a very bad habit of forming those opinions before he knows all of the facts, a constant annoyance to Severin, but the man is human. Fortunately, when he is wrong, he will own up.. and occasionally apologize too.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Swordsmanship
Observation
Stealth
Able Drinker
Character History:
Born on the lowest branch of the Rosenquist family tree, Emery was the first born son of Hildegard Rosenquist and Hans Arnault with several other children shortly following. His father was pleased to see his first born was a son, heir to a respectable title and estate, and ensured that his son was given an appropriate education in all things expected of a nobleman.
From an early age, Emery took to the horse and the sword above and beyond all else. Lessons were something to be endured, something to be tolerated until he could break free and race outside to his horse or to sword-practice with the arms master. He managed to be a somewhat patient and understanding older brother, not especially minding tagalong younger brothers, but the sisters he was surprisingly protective of. Taking the little ones with him on his saddle for a slow walk around the grounds, or showing his brother how to hold his toy wooden sword, Emery surprised even himself with how much he enjoyed his family. The Arnaults were considered salt of the Lindblum earth, he learned.
That didn't mean he was a perfect child, far from it. Frustration with failures often resulted in tempests and furies where his face grew red and he had to be reminded to check himself. Occasionally, he would have to go out and take his anger out on a wood pile that his father created for him. He was told that anger should be channeled to something productive, so chopping wood would be his outlet. When that was done and he grew larger and stronger, he was given other manual labor.
It was when he was twelve that his cousin, the future King and crown prince of Lindblum, caught him mucking out stalls. Severin was a serious boy, one who asked a number of annoying questions and irritated Emery further into doing something remarkably stupid - he took a swing at Severin, only to find himself laid out flat. Staring up at the Crown Prince, Emery blinked and took a minute to regain his lost breath, then grinned. Now here was a boy after his own heart! The two swiftly became friends, frequently training together, going hunting and riding as Emery was one of the few who could keep up with the Crown Prince.
Now as a man, Emery is Severin's companion and some time adviser. When Severin decided to venture down into Archades, Emery made it clear - with help from the King - that he would be going along. Charged by the King and his own father to keep Severin out of the worst trouble and to be a secondary protector, he has gone into the southlands with no little amount of prejudice. This promised to be very interesting...
Writing Sample:
Knowing now that Ruadhan had the night to think over what he wanted to do, Regan decided to make breakfast a makeshift family meeting. No matter what he chose to do, he was going to need their help, and she wasn't about to be left out. Nora wasn't going to be excluded either, as far as the redhead was concerned. Making sure that Mother was awake and ready to join them as well, she was unable to find her brother Liam or Siobhan; they were probably out on patrols or some such suitably Connell thing.
Trying not to pace, Regan's curls bounced over her shoulders as she fidgeted, waiting with barely curbed impatience for her family members. The scent of breakfast wafted up from the kitchens, tempting and rich, but she resisted the rumble of her stomach. Coffee was coming as well, thankfully, not that she needed additional stimulation this morning. She'd avoided going to her bees, refusing to upset or disturb them in her present frame of mind; they didn't deserve to be affected by the machinations of humans. Bees were peaceful, busy creatures who treasured routine.