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Character Name: Ludovic Fleurant
Character Age: 38
Birthday (including year): February 18th, 203
Current Location: Enos
Player Base: Aaron Eckhart
Ludovic has taken great care for his body over the years. In a time of knights and nobles, the military man was considered the peak of physical fitness. Ludovic believes that a sharp body is as important as a sharp mind, and has devoted his entire life to the pursuit of the martial skills. His body is in prime condition, though he is beginning to show the wear of age. However, he continues to work out and train every day. He is quite handsome, though his looks are belayed by an impenetrable veneer of rudeness, a constant need to sour the grapes of anyone's wine.
Daily he wears the uniform of his station; a General of House Fleurant, technically the Commander in Chief of the armed forces, answering only to the House Lord Renate himself. His outfit is always crisp, as his wrath is known terribly by the servants in charge of washing and taking care of his clothing. Lisbette dresses him for more formal occasions, though Ludovic would prefer to wear the uniform at almost all times. His clothing generally has as little of the house colors as possible, replaced generally with a deep black, somewhat denoting his place as the black sheep of the family.
Personality: Described by others with adjectives like 'ruthless', 'vindictive', and 'aggressive', it is no stretch to say that these terms are not far from the mark. With a large chip on his shoulder the size of his brother Gaston, he has a deep set and smoldering jealousy over Renate, his brother's son and patriarch of House Fleurant. This jealousy has, over the past 4 years, become one of Ludovic's main forms of motivation, never ending internal strife manifested in his attempts to always out-do his nephew, even though he should probably be helping him. His branch of the family's status as outcasts have colored this hatred even more, though no blame could ever be pinned to Renate himself.
To say that the night that Ludovic was born was a stormy night, some sort of ill omen to describe how such a man with great potential could fall so low. Unfortunately nothing of such import came true, the fourth son of House Fleurant born and named Ludovic, a stalwart name for a future warrior.
His younger years were about all to be expected of the son of a noble. He was schooled and taught the martial arts, his prowess seemingly demonstrating his name sake. His skills focused in military tactics, commanding men and fighting, and at 16 he was allowed to begin training alongside the army of House Fleurant, although only in an unofficial capacity.
Unfortunately and much to his family's chagrin, this would end up becoming a bad decision. Ludovic took to the soldier's lifestyle almost a little too quickly, becoming enamored with the camaraderie of being a soldier, as well as the antics that many of the lower level soldiers reveled in.
This culminated, ultimately, when at the age of 17, he went carousing with some of the soldiers, sneaking from the castle to join with the men whom he began to idolize. He had begun to become distant with the rest of his family at this point, focussing almost exclusively with spending time amongst the military men and generals, learning and training. So that night he decided to take their friendship to the next level.
It was not long after that Ludovic found himself far too drunk in a part of Enos he had never seen, let alone patronized any establishment. It wasn't an awful part of town, but the inn was full of commoners. However, one girl took his breath away, a surprisingly beautiful woman, serving drinks to the soldiers and men who pawed at her aggressively, and that she dodged artfully.
Needless to say the night dragged on and Ludovic found himself charming his way into her arms. Lisbette was her name. Ludovic continued drinking and then made some very, very bad decisions.
Waking the next morning in room most unfamiliar, he quickly absconded from his hastily arranged tryst. He made his way back to the castle as quickly as possible, but it was already too late; the guards were out looking for him and he was escorted back.
A summary shakedown by his father and mother ended with them finding out about what happened, being forced to grill Ludovic a bit more intensely than necessary. It was then that Ludovic began to hate his father, and hate his position in the family, a minor son of a major house, destined for mediocrity and never destined to rule.
His father was furious. He immediately had the girl sent for and had her sequestered away until he knew for certain that Ludovic had succesfully mismanaged his life. Unfortunately for Ludovic, he had.
He and Lisbette were married less than two months after they met in a secret ceremony deep within Volontiers that went unacknowledged for quite a while. Bastien was born 9 months later, and he and Lisbette were given apartments separate from the rest of the family, sequestered in a distant wing of the castle. Ludovic was not allowed to see her or his son beyond a few short occasions per day. His hatred for his father began to smolder.
This hatred would have normally either been satisfied through confrontation or closure, but unfortunately not long after their secret wedding and the birth of Bastien, Ludovic's father Silvain died. Ludovic was devastated, but not because of the feeling of loss; no, Ludovic was assured that his vengeance against his father would be forever unfulfilled, a burning passion for retribution that could never be guttered, a thirst that could never be quenched.
Gaston took over as leader of House Fleurant, and things were settled. Ludovic had no real hatred for his brother, but his brother had a deep distrust and resentment towards Ludovic, which festered and absorbed the former hatred for Ludovic's father. Gaston's knowledge of Ludovic's hatred was unknown to him, but he figured his brother at least saw some use in him, as eventually he was promoted to the head of the armed forces for House Fleurant.
Though his disposition could be considered negative, Ludovic's martial skill is unequaled, at least amongst anyone within House Fleurant. He excelled in this job, creating a military for the House that was modern, efficient, and most importantly, effective. However, like all good things, this relatively peaceful time in the relationship between Ludovic and the rest of the family was shattered.
The plague struck in 236, and by it's end, it's casualties were tallied, amongst them Lord Gaston and his wife, Adolie. A dark day for House Fleurant, but Gaston's son Renate managed to dodge the plague and inherited his father's titles and estates. House Fleurant now had a younger ruler, a man 10 years Ludovic's junior, a man situated to take responsibility.
But there was absolutely no reason it should not have been Ludovic on that seat. He controlled the army. He could have easily turned them onto Gaston's branch and devoured them whole, taking the seat for himself and the continued prosperity of House Fleurant.
Except for his father. Once again, that bastard of a father had short changed him. Ludovic was not stupid, and knew that he could not hold out if he were to attack his nephew in open combat. There was really, in all honestly, very little for Ludovic to do at this point but to sit and smolder, watching as Renate lives his life as the ruler of Fleurant, a bachelor playboy who Ludovic considers unfit to rule. He could never rally the support necessary for a power play against his nephew or his brother's branch of the family, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.
It made one bitter. Understandably.
His tailored military uniform fit snuggly, meant to give him maneuverability while also displaying, proudly, his rank, affiliation, and crest. And he looked pretty snazzy to boot.
Ludovic walked from his room, down the hall, the carpet on the floor muffling the normally loud, quick clip of his stride, a quick lope that crossed distances in no-time flat. His sword hung at his hip, never far from his side, even in formal occasions. He was a soldier, a general, and commander of the armed forces of House Fleurant. He took his job seriously.
Exiting the interior of the castle, he stood out looking across the courtyard of his father's estate, passed to his brother, and passed to his nephew. He was jealous of all of it, but he tucked it away. He had become adept to schooling his face to calm, though with sufficient anger, and really any amount could possibly be sufficient, he would explode, and tear apart any who stood in his way towards whatever goal he had set in his mind.
He came across a few soldiers standing about nonchalantly, none having seen him coming. He walked around and stood in front of him, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, eyes focused intently on the three soldiers.
The men snapped to attention, their spears flying, their hands going into salutes. Ludovic inspected them head to toe, and then grabbed one of the spears, looking at it intently.
"Do not let me catch you like that again. There was a visibility breach over that wall. If I ever find a problem like that in your guard rotations all of you will be put in stocks for treason against House Fleurant."
The reprimand was delivered monotonously but with force. His eyes blazed with anger, and the soldiers snapped off a quick "Sir!" Before hustling back to their posts, quick to make sure all was as to be expected.
Ludovic smiled and laughed a harsh bark, continuing on down the walkway.
[Time Line Events]
220: Wed to Lisbette
221: Bastien Born, Silvain dies, Gaston becomes Lord of the House
222: Leverett Born
224: Miette Born
227: Lenore Born
228: Olympe Born
230: Pascal Born
232: Aceline Born
233: Promoted to Head of the Armed Forces of House Fleurant
237: Gaston dies, Renate becomes Lord of the House
- <s>Clovis Fleurant</s>  -- <s>Treasa Onora Brigh Vulferam</s>
- <s>Silvain Fleurant</s>  -- <s>Adrienne Fontenot</s>
- <s>Reynard Fleurant</s> 
- <s>Gaston Fleurant</s>  -- <s>Adolie Alysworth</s>
;- Renate Fleurant 
;- Etienne Fleurant 
;- <s>Maurice Fleurant</s> 
;- Narcisse Fleurant 
;- Ambroise Fleurant 
;- Musetta Fleurant 
;- <s>Bayard Fleurant</s> 
;- Jolie Fleurant 
;- Cecile Fleurant 
;- Leon Fleurant 
- <s>Rochelle Fleurant DeLauncey</s> 
- <s>Severine Fleurant</s>  -- <s>Wife</s>
- <s>Elaine Fleurant Forthwind</s> 
- Ludovic Fleurant  -- Lisbette Fleurant
;- Bastien Fleurant 
;- Leverett Fleurant 
;- Miette Fleurant 
;- Lenore Fleurant 
;- Olympe Fleurant 
;- Pascal Fleurant 
;- Aceline Fleurant 
- Solange Fleurant Harcourt 
- <s>Giselle Fleurant Alysworth</s> 
- <s>Andre Fleurant</s>  -- <s>Wife</s>
- <s>Jacques Fleurant</s> 
- Michon Fleurant 
- <s>Natalie Fleurant</s> 
- <s>Oceane Fleurant</s> 
- Bernard Fleurant  -- <s>Wife</s>
- Chamonix Fleurant 
- Angelie Fleurant 
- <s>Jovianne Fleurant</s> 
- Germaine Fleurant 
- <s>Bardot Fleurant Landalis</s> 
- <s>Josephine Fleurant Linnet</s> 
- <s>Coeur Fleurant</s>  -- <s>Alexandrine Blanchard</s>
- <s>Giverny Fleurant Montrose</s> 
- <s>Corbeau Fleurant</s>  -- Wife Fleurant
- Pepin Fleurant 
- Theoren Fleurant 
- Sequin Fleurant 
- Sophie Fleurant 
- Urbain Fleurant 
- <s>Lenore Fleurant Fitzwulf</s>
- <s>Revanche Fleurant</s>
Last edited by Ludovic Fleurant; 03-26-2012 at 12:50 PM.
Approved. =) I love him.
Cause it's my problem
If I want to pack up and run away
It's my business if I feel the need to
Smoke and drink and swear
It's my problem, it's my problem
If I feel the need to hide
And it's my problem if I have no friends
And feel I want to die
everyone but us is an enemy
More Fleurants?!?!? Approved. :P
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
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