Post by Jenna on Oct 31, 2015 19:36:31 GMT -5
Player:
Jenna
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Character Name:
Adair Cameron
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Birthdate:
November 1, 1407
City / Region:
Marlowe, Shelbourne
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Cameron
Played by:
Lorenzo Richelmy
Appearance:
Unlike most of the men in his family, Adair does not soar to the treetops with his height. He does not reach six feet, but is more around 5 feet and 10 inches. And unlike his father and eldest brother, he isn't built like a bear. He is well-proportioned for his height and skill, but Adair won't ever win any World's Strongest Man contests.
He dresses plainly, preferring earth colors that hold up well to the work and training he does, tunic and trews with boots for riding or low shoes if he's supposed to be working in the castle or yard. Adair does have his father's brown hair, often in need of a good trim and a tendency to need a shave though he isn't one to grow a beard. That's left to his father. Adair isn't one to resemble a perambulating haystack. The one resemblance to his mother is the hazel eyes.
Personality:
In some ways, Adair is a true Cameron. He's a man of good humor and frequent laughter, easy going and casual by nature. He enjoys his food and his drink, the company of his family (well, most of them with a few notable exceptions), and living to the utmost of his ability.
He has a craving to go and do, to become more than just another Cameron, another herdsman and wool trader. His father has two sons already in that line, why does he need a third? Or so Adair feels. As third son, he feels he can better represent the family name by pursuing the sword as a knight. There is honor in him that is longing to be put to use, along with a sense of justice and protection that would suit a knight well. Marlowe is just too small for Adair. That, and frankly, he hates sheep. Stupid animals.
Despite that gnawing need to break free, Adair loves his family. There's nothing he won't do to keep them safe, especially his sisters. Even Kenna, who occasionally annoys him, and Callum, who drives him half mad.
When he's not working with the sword or his horse, or riding herd on the sheep, Adair likes to read or play games of chance with his brother Tamhas. Isobel, however, holds a special place in his heart. She is his inspiration towards honor and chivalry, and he is quite protective of her.
Outside of his family, Adair has a wicked, occasionally bawdy sense of humor and an appreciation for the good things in life. Cold ale, hot meat and a table of friends to share it makes for a good time. Or give him the company of more than a few lovely lasses, some music to make the toe tap and space to dance, and it'll be a party. He prefers company to solitude as a rule, but Adair isn't afraid to be alone.
On the occasion he finds himself lacking company, he will spend time in the stable, tending to his horse and tack, or up in the hayloft, reading. Though he's hard-pressed to admit it, Adair has some unusual skills for a man, thanks to his mother's teachings. He can cook fairly well, knows his way around some plants and can sew up tears in his clothing. Adair is a man who prizes his self-sufficiency, knowing that if he is permitted to become a knight, he will find himself alone and in need of some of those skills.
That doesn't mean he's perfect, far from it. Adair is not a patient man and he can get easily frustrated, resulting in a display of his temper. He's been known to repeat words or sounds in an effort to get words out, but can't get past a certain sound. It isn't precisely a stutter, but almost like he's stuck and needs a nudge to get out of it. And no one holds, nurses and maintains a grudge like Adair. Once you've wronged him, he will remember it... and hold it against you for years.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Skilled Rider
Swordsman
Tracking/Hunting
Herdsman
Trade Negotiation
Character History:
[ taken from Juni's original profile ]
Adair is the fourth child in his family, coming along behind Thamas, Callum, and Isobel, and followed by only one more sibling, his little sister, Kenna. The Camerons are a tight knit clan, but Adair, it would seem, is the misfit. Raised to be yet another copy of his father, he hasn’t exactly balked at learning, and doing, all the many, many tasks expected of the males in his family. Yet he finds farming and all its many associated chores insufferably boring. He was born with a streak of wanderlust, and a great deal of curiosity, and definitely is suffering from a size 13 pair of itchy feet. He wants to travel, and to put his hand to something other than a plow, or an udder, or a smith’s anvil. Since he was 17, he has been trying in vain to persuade his father to let him join the Royal Army, or seek a place in the Order of the Clavigers. But to no avail.
With Callum already engaged in representing the family interests in the capital, Niall wants his third son at home, where a Cameron should be – and should want to be. The two don’t get along too well – butting heads frequently like mountain sheep. So, as Adair isn’t one to enjoy loads of emotionally charged conflict, he has taken more and more to simply staying away from his family – spending days gone on whatever trips and treks he can that serve a purpose – such as hunting, or herding in the mountains, or checking the welfare of far flung holdings and crofts. But beyond the occasional trip to Lockewood, or one of the other cities of Shelbourne, Adair has yet to really travel – not as he would like. He optimistically holds onto the hope that his father will relent and give him leave to go – to strike out on his own and find his own path in life. But, if Niall does not agree soon, Adair may simply leave home and not look back...
However, with his mother not well, he is caught in Bordelaix with his brothers and sisters until their father returns from Marlowe. For now, he is toeing the line of appropriately loyal son-like behavior, protecting his sisters as best he can and helping Tam when it's necessary. The city holds plenty of excitement and pleasures for him to pursue, but it also harbors more than a few temptations that Adair is not entirely looking to resist. The Order of the Clavigers is headquartered in the city, and he has taken to spending time with some of the knights, feeling his way about the process of joining their numbers while engaging in practice with them. If his father does not return soon, Adair may not be willing to wait any longer...
Writing Sample:
The city gates stood open to welcome those who arrived for the Midsummer Festival, the streets full of residents, merchants and minstrels, each intent on celebrating the arrival of the warmer months. For the Sandoval family, the Festival was a precious few days of freedom from training, planning, scheming and preparing to reclaim their legacy by mutual agreement. Already, the air was full of music and the scent of roasting meats as the feast hosted by the Sandoval duke was about to begin.
Angelia came down to the heart of the city with her twin, siblings and parents to enjoy the evening's festivities, looking forward to the array of entertainers and the chance to enjoy a few dances. Not too many, of course, knowing that her partners were likely solely to be her brothers, who knew to tread gently with her. Maricela and Isabella were nearly bouncing with excitement, Cela's more restrained than Bella's now that Cela had reached the sweet age of sixteen and considered herself a woman grown. Her sister's early promise of beauty had indeed blossomed fully, drawing more than a few admiring eyes and warning scowls from Rafael.
Amused, she nudged Dante and tilted her head to indicate the black cloud hovering over their protective warrior's face. "If I was the wagering sort, I believe our brother will find his way into a fight before the night is over, hm?" Laughing quietly as he helped her onto the dais, Angelia settled into her chair, glad for a chance to sit and catch her breath while taking everything in. The square was alight with colored lanterns, festive with garlands and ribbons and the tables threatened to groan with the weight of the feast's menu.
Jenna
Best Contact Method(s):
If you need anything, just scream.
Have you read the General Rules?:
Uh.. yeah?
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:
Sorta.
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
Contact person went buh-bye.
Character Name:
Adair Cameron
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Birthdate:
November 1, 1407
City / Region:
Marlowe, Shelbourne
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Cameron
Played by:
Lorenzo Richelmy
Appearance:
Unlike most of the men in his family, Adair does not soar to the treetops with his height. He does not reach six feet, but is more around 5 feet and 10 inches. And unlike his father and eldest brother, he isn't built like a bear. He is well-proportioned for his height and skill, but Adair won't ever win any World's Strongest Man contests.
He dresses plainly, preferring earth colors that hold up well to the work and training he does, tunic and trews with boots for riding or low shoes if he's supposed to be working in the castle or yard. Adair does have his father's brown hair, often in need of a good trim and a tendency to need a shave though he isn't one to grow a beard. That's left to his father. Adair isn't one to resemble a perambulating haystack. The one resemblance to his mother is the hazel eyes.
Personality:
In some ways, Adair is a true Cameron. He's a man of good humor and frequent laughter, easy going and casual by nature. He enjoys his food and his drink, the company of his family (well, most of them with a few notable exceptions), and living to the utmost of his ability.
He has a craving to go and do, to become more than just another Cameron, another herdsman and wool trader. His father has two sons already in that line, why does he need a third? Or so Adair feels. As third son, he feels he can better represent the family name by pursuing the sword as a knight. There is honor in him that is longing to be put to use, along with a sense of justice and protection that would suit a knight well. Marlowe is just too small for Adair. That, and frankly, he hates sheep. Stupid animals.
Despite that gnawing need to break free, Adair loves his family. There's nothing he won't do to keep them safe, especially his sisters. Even Kenna, who occasionally annoys him, and Callum, who drives him half mad.
When he's not working with the sword or his horse, or riding herd on the sheep, Adair likes to read or play games of chance with his brother Tamhas. Isobel, however, holds a special place in his heart. She is his inspiration towards honor and chivalry, and he is quite protective of her.
Outside of his family, Adair has a wicked, occasionally bawdy sense of humor and an appreciation for the good things in life. Cold ale, hot meat and a table of friends to share it makes for a good time. Or give him the company of more than a few lovely lasses, some music to make the toe tap and space to dance, and it'll be a party. He prefers company to solitude as a rule, but Adair isn't afraid to be alone.
On the occasion he finds himself lacking company, he will spend time in the stable, tending to his horse and tack, or up in the hayloft, reading. Though he's hard-pressed to admit it, Adair has some unusual skills for a man, thanks to his mother's teachings. He can cook fairly well, knows his way around some plants and can sew up tears in his clothing. Adair is a man who prizes his self-sufficiency, knowing that if he is permitted to become a knight, he will find himself alone and in need of some of those skills.
That doesn't mean he's perfect, far from it. Adair is not a patient man and he can get easily frustrated, resulting in a display of his temper. He's been known to repeat words or sounds in an effort to get words out, but can't get past a certain sound. It isn't precisely a stutter, but almost like he's stuck and needs a nudge to get out of it. And no one holds, nurses and maintains a grudge like Adair. Once you've wronged him, he will remember it... and hold it against you for years.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Skilled Rider
Swordsman
Tracking/Hunting
Herdsman
Trade Negotiation
Character History:
[ taken from Juni's original profile ]
Adair is the fourth child in his family, coming along behind Thamas, Callum, and Isobel, and followed by only one more sibling, his little sister, Kenna. The Camerons are a tight knit clan, but Adair, it would seem, is the misfit. Raised to be yet another copy of his father, he hasn’t exactly balked at learning, and doing, all the many, many tasks expected of the males in his family. Yet he finds farming and all its many associated chores insufferably boring. He was born with a streak of wanderlust, and a great deal of curiosity, and definitely is suffering from a size 13 pair of itchy feet. He wants to travel, and to put his hand to something other than a plow, or an udder, or a smith’s anvil. Since he was 17, he has been trying in vain to persuade his father to let him join the Royal Army, or seek a place in the Order of the Clavigers. But to no avail.
With Callum already engaged in representing the family interests in the capital, Niall wants his third son at home, where a Cameron should be – and should want to be. The two don’t get along too well – butting heads frequently like mountain sheep. So, as Adair isn’t one to enjoy loads of emotionally charged conflict, he has taken more and more to simply staying away from his family – spending days gone on whatever trips and treks he can that serve a purpose – such as hunting, or herding in the mountains, or checking the welfare of far flung holdings and crofts. But beyond the occasional trip to Lockewood, or one of the other cities of Shelbourne, Adair has yet to really travel – not as he would like. He optimistically holds onto the hope that his father will relent and give him leave to go – to strike out on his own and find his own path in life. But, if Niall does not agree soon, Adair may simply leave home and not look back...
However, with his mother not well, he is caught in Bordelaix with his brothers and sisters until their father returns from Marlowe. For now, he is toeing the line of appropriately loyal son-like behavior, protecting his sisters as best he can and helping Tam when it's necessary. The city holds plenty of excitement and pleasures for him to pursue, but it also harbors more than a few temptations that Adair is not entirely looking to resist. The Order of the Clavigers is headquartered in the city, and he has taken to spending time with some of the knights, feeling his way about the process of joining their numbers while engaging in practice with them. If his father does not return soon, Adair may not be willing to wait any longer...
Writing Sample:
The city gates stood open to welcome those who arrived for the Midsummer Festival, the streets full of residents, merchants and minstrels, each intent on celebrating the arrival of the warmer months. For the Sandoval family, the Festival was a precious few days of freedom from training, planning, scheming and preparing to reclaim their legacy by mutual agreement. Already, the air was full of music and the scent of roasting meats as the feast hosted by the Sandoval duke was about to begin.
Angelia came down to the heart of the city with her twin, siblings and parents to enjoy the evening's festivities, looking forward to the array of entertainers and the chance to enjoy a few dances. Not too many, of course, knowing that her partners were likely solely to be her brothers, who knew to tread gently with her. Maricela and Isabella were nearly bouncing with excitement, Cela's more restrained than Bella's now that Cela had reached the sweet age of sixteen and considered herself a woman grown. Her sister's early promise of beauty had indeed blossomed fully, drawing more than a few admiring eyes and warning scowls from Rafael.
Amused, she nudged Dante and tilted her head to indicate the black cloud hovering over their protective warrior's face. "If I was the wagering sort, I believe our brother will find his way into a fight before the night is over, hm?" Laughing quietly as he helped her onto the dais, Angelia settled into her chair, glad for a chance to sit and catch her breath while taking everything in. The square was alight with colored lanterns, festive with garlands and ribbons and the tables threatened to groan with the weight of the feast's menu.