Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 7:53:15 GMT -5
Player: Azure
Best Contact Method(s): Penny-Whistle
Have you read the General Rules?:Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:Yes
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Character Name: Mace Gardiner
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthdate: August 12th
City / Region: Lockewood/ Shelbourne
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Gardiner [Birth]
Played by: Henry Cavill
Appearance:
*faints*
6’4 of hard, perfectly sculpted muscle binds this man together. Everything about him seems so perfectly chiselled, as if all the details were painted by a God. Strong jaw, thick black hair, dreamy blue eyes, he’s a handsome hunk; a real superman.
Usually clean shaven, and neatly presented, he is a clean sort of man who doesn’t particularly like the rough and dirty look many men adopt. As a knight he is always well presented and his clothing falls into that category. While he can be seen an occasional skin (he has a deer skinned cape and hood which he cherishes) this man is often dressed in linen and fine silks of earthly colours.
Personality: A more in-depth look at what makes this character tick. Please include character ambitions, goals, virtues/flaws. Once you've finished this, we suggest that you reach out to players of your character's family members and have them read it, the better to help establish family relationships - this is especially important for characters who have siblings or parents in play!
Man of Silk:
Mace is a quiet man, a man who says little and hears a lot. He’s not shy, nor is he timid, but is still often silent. The stoic way in which he carries himself is often mistaken for arrogance and he doesn’t tend to correct people either. But this could not be further from the truth. Mace is far from arrogant, nor is he pompous. He a gentle giant, a nice guy, a lovely and somewhat wounded soul who, when you chip away at the outer-shell is a man with several insecurities and self-deprecating ideals. He’s often misjudged as a noble-ass, when actually he’s soft and sweet by nature, with a patience and a tactfulness that makes him a good brother, cousin and knight. Of course, in being a knight he does have a level of honour-bound dedication too though he judges himself very hard, and in many respects is his own worst enemy.
Man of Steel:
Noble sense of self-worth, honour and duty, all paint a rather disciplined picture of this man. He doesn’t often have to think for himself, for orders are given and he has no place or reasons to question them. He expects the highest possible standards of himself, not accepting failure or weakness on his own part. Mace is also incredible virtuous. And walks a hard line, wherein he has been known to go to severe lengths to ensure sinful thoughts are atoned for. Mace is a serious man, solemn like his eldest brother. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve and is often accused of being secretive.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
- Weaponry – as a knight he is well trained in most forms of combat. But this man has a preference over his Knight’s Sword or Jousting Lance and that is for a hammer. Mace, by name and battalion weapon, is burly enough to swing a hammer as if weighs no more than a father. He is greatly skilled in it and unafraid of getting the blunt end dirty. The battle axe and hammer make him appear somewhat Nordic in combat.
- Smith – his hammer comes in handy under his hobby too. Mace likes metal. He likes heating it and bending it and joining it to build things. More usefully, his skill allows him to re-buckle his armour when it dents or fit a horses shoe without much cause for worry. Were he not a Knight this man would’ve made an almost perfect blacksmith.
-Singing- Despite his appearance and his silence he’s got a wonderful, deep baritone voice and can sing most wonderfully. Though, he tends to keep this skill hidden, somewhat weary of the association with a man who can sing like an angel and his sexual preference – but catch him alone, or in his own world and you’ll hear him singing.
Character History:
Linden Gardiner, by the time Mace was born, had two older sons. Reed – to take over the manner and family name and then Rowan as a back-up “just in case”. So, when his third son was born the man seemed to warm to the idea of having a Knight in the family. It would be a good thing, for them, but also what family didn’t want such a noble and prestigious honour bestow upon them? And as a young boy, Mace never really seemed to mind the idea, after all, didn’t all little boys want to be Knights at some point in their life? To serve and rescue beautiful women and princesses? Yes, the idea seemed most appealing to both father and son. He was encouraged to play with swords (wooden to start with), rather than spend his time in the garden with the rest of his siblings. While this made a distance between them, it was never really a barrier to his growth and he grew up surrounded in the love and greenery of the Gardiner world.
At 9 the opportunity came for Mace to be squired to an older Knight. Sir Carter, who was passed his days of battle, was looking for a boy to tend to him in his old age and to pass his wealth and fortune on too after his passing- with no children of his own. And, Mace seemed the perfect candidate. While he was a good student, who learned quickly and in impeccable dedication he had no like or love for his master. Shamefully, Sir Carter liked Mace and took advantage of his place of power. This point, in the kid’s life, was when he found the use and protection of silence. Travelling with the older knight, away from his family, the boy didn’t really have a chance to protest to the overly-familiar treatment of his master.
This went on for several years and when Mace was fourteen the old night finally died… and as promised, his fortune (which wasn’t as heavy pursed as promised) was left to Mace. But the death brought Mace a different kind of freedom, experience had changed him and he had started growing into the stoic secretive man he is today. It was, at fourteen, which he returned to his family after five years. But still there was an emotional distance between him and his family, his siblings and cousins. There were things he never wished to talk about or have spoken of. But for two years he remained with his family and in those two years he came to release the life they led and the one he had been missing. He was pleasant enough to them, made conversation, took interest, helped out, but never was he contented.
In those two years he got to redefine his relationships with his family. Mace became protective of them, particularly of the women in the group. Wasn't that the point of being a Knight after all? He didn't have the patience for the garden, but would make the time to sit with the girls during the day and discuss things with them. With Reed he had a distant respect and they shared conversations about the world. With Rowan, he managed to fake his way through conversations of girls and with Thorne there was always talk of the wild adventures of being a Squire. But the girls required more affection and he had to learn, anew, how to give it. As a teenage boy, it took him two years. But those two years healed him. He managed to find patience with Lily and there were many late afternoon walks to be had, or rides, with he, Lily and Rosie in which Sage would even sometimes tag along. Those days healed the little boy, reminded him of the goodness in the world, even if he did become a little frustrated with their questions.
And so, leaving half of the fortune left to him with his brother- a rent perhaps for the two years he took pause in their family home, it was at 16 that he ventured to the capital in search of the knighthood he had been born to receive. It was on this journey that he came to discover the darker side of the world- the women in taverns who danced with no clothes on, the men who swore and drank and soiled themselves until they were no better than pigs. He disliked this world, he disliked the chaos within it… and it was at this time that some of the forms of punishment he had been receiving from his old master regrew about him as he started self-inflicting. The pain of drawing a blade over his skin and watching the blood seep out seemed to cool his senses, the clap of a leather strap on his back or shoulder seemed to drive the adrenaline within him and make him feel stronger, better, bolder. Quickly an obsessive nature came about the man, when he felt swayed from is path and duty by the flutter of a skirt, or when he felt himself too strongly judge those around him he reminded himself of the sin through pain.
Meeting with a new master in the city, Sir Curtis, he found a new life for himself amongst the noble world. Buying his way, with money and talent, into the finish of his training, he was 21 when he was finally knighted by sword and medal. Of course he misses parts of his simple, family life and often will write and even take leave to visit them. But his heart lays in his duty- the discipline of his daily routine keeps him grounded and as a Royal Knight - of the Clavigers- he has succeeded in achieving his goal… but the darkness and torment still rots away inside of him, itching and sniffling as it attempts to claw a way out.
Writing Sample:
The man went to his knees before the long looking glass in his room. He stared there, at himself, at the reflection of himself. He wondered if he always looked so pale, or if the winter months and the time indoors was sapping the life out of him. He felt sapped… felt like the energy had been sucked out of him. He closed his eyes, no longer wanting to look at the reflection as he let out a long sigh. The breath was warm on the air around him, fleeting for a moment as it dispersed into the cold stone room. A whirl inside of him was giving him a headache; it was like his blood was pounding in his ears but he had not been running, it was like something was rattling around inside his lungs but he had no reason to feel out of breath. A frown lingered on his features, and he opened his eyes once more.
”Not now.” He murmured to himself, his eyes flittering to the locked draw where he kept his blade. It was a small blade, a scalpel, and he tried to brush the feeling away. A man had brushed by him in the market today, he had clapped him on the shoulder and had laughed in his ear as he passed by and Mace had not been able to shake the feeling. It had made him shiver at the time. But now, several hours later, he could still feel the hot breath, still longed for the momentary awakening brought on by the nearness. ”Not now. Later.” he chided himself, dragging his eyes away a shivering even now with the desperate need to wipe the feeling away.
Once more he let out a long breath, once more he closed his eyes and mentally shook himself.
Best Contact Method(s): Penny-Whistle
Have you read the General Rules?:Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:Yes
~~
Character Name: Mace Gardiner
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthdate: August 12th
City / Region: Lockewood/ Shelbourne
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Gardiner [Birth]
Played by: Henry Cavill
Appearance:
*faints*
6’4 of hard, perfectly sculpted muscle binds this man together. Everything about him seems so perfectly chiselled, as if all the details were painted by a God. Strong jaw, thick black hair, dreamy blue eyes, he’s a handsome hunk; a real superman.
Usually clean shaven, and neatly presented, he is a clean sort of man who doesn’t particularly like the rough and dirty look many men adopt. As a knight he is always well presented and his clothing falls into that category. While he can be seen an occasional skin (he has a deer skinned cape and hood which he cherishes) this man is often dressed in linen and fine silks of earthly colours.
Personality: A more in-depth look at what makes this character tick. Please include character ambitions, goals, virtues/flaws. Once you've finished this, we suggest that you reach out to players of your character's family members and have them read it, the better to help establish family relationships - this is especially important for characters who have siblings or parents in play!
Man of Silk:
Mace is a quiet man, a man who says little and hears a lot. He’s not shy, nor is he timid, but is still often silent. The stoic way in which he carries himself is often mistaken for arrogance and he doesn’t tend to correct people either. But this could not be further from the truth. Mace is far from arrogant, nor is he pompous. He a gentle giant, a nice guy, a lovely and somewhat wounded soul who, when you chip away at the outer-shell is a man with several insecurities and self-deprecating ideals. He’s often misjudged as a noble-ass, when actually he’s soft and sweet by nature, with a patience and a tactfulness that makes him a good brother, cousin and knight. Of course, in being a knight he does have a level of honour-bound dedication too though he judges himself very hard, and in many respects is his own worst enemy.
Man of Steel:
Noble sense of self-worth, honour and duty, all paint a rather disciplined picture of this man. He doesn’t often have to think for himself, for orders are given and he has no place or reasons to question them. He expects the highest possible standards of himself, not accepting failure or weakness on his own part. Mace is also incredible virtuous. And walks a hard line, wherein he has been known to go to severe lengths to ensure sinful thoughts are atoned for. Mace is a serious man, solemn like his eldest brother. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve and is often accused of being secretive.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
- Weaponry – as a knight he is well trained in most forms of combat. But this man has a preference over his Knight’s Sword or Jousting Lance and that is for a hammer. Mace, by name and battalion weapon, is burly enough to swing a hammer as if weighs no more than a father. He is greatly skilled in it and unafraid of getting the blunt end dirty. The battle axe and hammer make him appear somewhat Nordic in combat.
- Smith – his hammer comes in handy under his hobby too. Mace likes metal. He likes heating it and bending it and joining it to build things. More usefully, his skill allows him to re-buckle his armour when it dents or fit a horses shoe without much cause for worry. Were he not a Knight this man would’ve made an almost perfect blacksmith.
-Singing- Despite his appearance and his silence he’s got a wonderful, deep baritone voice and can sing most wonderfully. Though, he tends to keep this skill hidden, somewhat weary of the association with a man who can sing like an angel and his sexual preference – but catch him alone, or in his own world and you’ll hear him singing.
Character History:
Linden Gardiner, by the time Mace was born, had two older sons. Reed – to take over the manner and family name and then Rowan as a back-up “just in case”. So, when his third son was born the man seemed to warm to the idea of having a Knight in the family. It would be a good thing, for them, but also what family didn’t want such a noble and prestigious honour bestow upon them? And as a young boy, Mace never really seemed to mind the idea, after all, didn’t all little boys want to be Knights at some point in their life? To serve and rescue beautiful women and princesses? Yes, the idea seemed most appealing to both father and son. He was encouraged to play with swords (wooden to start with), rather than spend his time in the garden with the rest of his siblings. While this made a distance between them, it was never really a barrier to his growth and he grew up surrounded in the love and greenery of the Gardiner world.
At 9 the opportunity came for Mace to be squired to an older Knight. Sir Carter, who was passed his days of battle, was looking for a boy to tend to him in his old age and to pass his wealth and fortune on too after his passing- with no children of his own. And, Mace seemed the perfect candidate. While he was a good student, who learned quickly and in impeccable dedication he had no like or love for his master. Shamefully, Sir Carter liked Mace and took advantage of his place of power. This point, in the kid’s life, was when he found the use and protection of silence. Travelling with the older knight, away from his family, the boy didn’t really have a chance to protest to the overly-familiar treatment of his master.
This went on for several years and when Mace was fourteen the old night finally died… and as promised, his fortune (which wasn’t as heavy pursed as promised) was left to Mace. But the death brought Mace a different kind of freedom, experience had changed him and he had started growing into the stoic secretive man he is today. It was, at fourteen, which he returned to his family after five years. But still there was an emotional distance between him and his family, his siblings and cousins. There were things he never wished to talk about or have spoken of. But for two years he remained with his family and in those two years he came to release the life they led and the one he had been missing. He was pleasant enough to them, made conversation, took interest, helped out, but never was he contented.
In those two years he got to redefine his relationships with his family. Mace became protective of them, particularly of the women in the group. Wasn't that the point of being a Knight after all? He didn't have the patience for the garden, but would make the time to sit with the girls during the day and discuss things with them. With Reed he had a distant respect and they shared conversations about the world. With Rowan, he managed to fake his way through conversations of girls and with Thorne there was always talk of the wild adventures of being a Squire. But the girls required more affection and he had to learn, anew, how to give it. As a teenage boy, it took him two years. But those two years healed him. He managed to find patience with Lily and there were many late afternoon walks to be had, or rides, with he, Lily and Rosie in which Sage would even sometimes tag along. Those days healed the little boy, reminded him of the goodness in the world, even if he did become a little frustrated with their questions.
And so, leaving half of the fortune left to him with his brother- a rent perhaps for the two years he took pause in their family home, it was at 16 that he ventured to the capital in search of the knighthood he had been born to receive. It was on this journey that he came to discover the darker side of the world- the women in taverns who danced with no clothes on, the men who swore and drank and soiled themselves until they were no better than pigs. He disliked this world, he disliked the chaos within it… and it was at this time that some of the forms of punishment he had been receiving from his old master regrew about him as he started self-inflicting. The pain of drawing a blade over his skin and watching the blood seep out seemed to cool his senses, the clap of a leather strap on his back or shoulder seemed to drive the adrenaline within him and make him feel stronger, better, bolder. Quickly an obsessive nature came about the man, when he felt swayed from is path and duty by the flutter of a skirt, or when he felt himself too strongly judge those around him he reminded himself of the sin through pain.
Meeting with a new master in the city, Sir Curtis, he found a new life for himself amongst the noble world. Buying his way, with money and talent, into the finish of his training, he was 21 when he was finally knighted by sword and medal. Of course he misses parts of his simple, family life and often will write and even take leave to visit them. But his heart lays in his duty- the discipline of his daily routine keeps him grounded and as a Royal Knight - of the Clavigers- he has succeeded in achieving his goal… but the darkness and torment still rots away inside of him, itching and sniffling as it attempts to claw a way out.
Writing Sample:
The man went to his knees before the long looking glass in his room. He stared there, at himself, at the reflection of himself. He wondered if he always looked so pale, or if the winter months and the time indoors was sapping the life out of him. He felt sapped… felt like the energy had been sucked out of him. He closed his eyes, no longer wanting to look at the reflection as he let out a long sigh. The breath was warm on the air around him, fleeting for a moment as it dispersed into the cold stone room. A whirl inside of him was giving him a headache; it was like his blood was pounding in his ears but he had not been running, it was like something was rattling around inside his lungs but he had no reason to feel out of breath. A frown lingered on his features, and he opened his eyes once more.
”Not now.” He murmured to himself, his eyes flittering to the locked draw where he kept his blade. It was a small blade, a scalpel, and he tried to brush the feeling away. A man had brushed by him in the market today, he had clapped him on the shoulder and had laughed in his ear as he passed by and Mace had not been able to shake the feeling. It had made him shiver at the time. But now, several hours later, he could still feel the hot breath, still longed for the momentary awakening brought on by the nearness. ”Not now. Later.” he chided himself, dragging his eyes away a shivering even now with the desperate need to wipe the feeling away.
Once more he let out a long breath, once more he closed his eyes and mentally shook himself.