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07-03-2012, 05:23 PM
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Gildas Redwald
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Name: Marcelo "Godslayer" Laser (Or at least I like to think so) Contact: marcelo(DOT)laser(AT)gmail(DOT)com Public Application Character Name: Gildas Redwald Character Age: 22 Gender: Male Birthday: 11/03/219 Current Location: House [Birth]: Redwald Banner Appearance: A gold chimera on a field of silver, separated by a stripe of and bordered with royal blue.  House Description: The Redwald’s were originally known as the Harkin family at the onset of their landing on the island, but through time and various marriages soon became to be known as the Redwald family, primarily for their fierce countenance in battle, and their soldiers resembling a “wall” in their most common tactic, the skjaldborg, usually referred to as a “shield wall” by those not of the Redwald family, and while they are quite fond of the horses that they raise in the valley, it is not ideally suited for the breeding of horseflesh, and so they have to gain them from elsewhere. In this regards relying on mercantile trade of their common natural resources and produced goods such as armour, in order to acquire magnificent steeds which prized among the nobility. They are staunch followers of the old ways, with a deep respect for what is commonly called the “unknown”, though all of the gods are admired and feared, both for their benevolence and power. They have been part of the Vandermark ever since the DeLauncey’s landed in 542 BF and have sworn loyalty and fealty from that point in history. Because of this, they were granted a holding in the Vale of Harken, first named by the family that had sat there first, and the name has stuck ever since. It is a fertile piece of land, known for its great trees, iron ore deposits, and swift flowing river named after legendary ancestor. Their homes are both a mixture of well crafted stone buildings taken from the quarries in the hills, and superb woodworking techniques as accent features and roofing. Redwalds are strong and hardy, with fair skin, exceptional height and broad shoulders, and hair colours ranging from dirty blonde to dark brown, and grey eyes. Player Base: Henry Cavill Appearance:  Around 6'2", Gildas Redwald is a strongly built man with neatly kept hair and beard and light skin as is typical of his family. He often wears dark colors and tries to keep a normal posture in public, smiling at times but rarely laughing. In private with close acquaintances and family, however, he often appears brooding and uncaring. Personality: Gildas is often brooding, having difficulty cheering up in the face of a sick and corrupt world. The joy and excitement he often displayed during his childhood are almost unheard of in recent years. While he can be a ruthless and calculating man when faced with the injustice he abhors, he is a calm and helpful man most of the time. He may be quick to believe someone deserves punishment, but otherwise will be more than willing to be courteous and is often seen personally helping people in need. He sees no problem in a nobleman's hands helping a peasant, and believes it falls to him to set an example to those that follow him. In battle, Gildas is completely logical and unforgiving. A kneeling, unarmed criminal is nothing more to him than an easily decapitated opponent, and prisoners are only ever necessary if a villain's hideout's location must be tortured out of him. A woman standing between Gildas and a thief is no more innocent than the criminal himself, for defending evil deserves just as much punishment. None may stand in his way when his judgement is called for. His care for politics is limited, but it is there. Gildas believes that there is an order to the world as the old ways teach us, and that that order must be maintained. If he was born a nobleman and the heir to a Banner Lord, then it is his duty to be presentable and to treat his superior with dignity and respect. His interest in the opposite sex is always a difficult thing for Gildas to manage. Though easily satisfied, he is also easily enticed, and he is hopeful to soon have a wife to whom he can recur for such troubles... That he may cease to bother the peasant women every time he must be off to battle. History: Gildas Redwald. Whatever a man's feelings for him, the name was known to all in the Vale of Harken. A name that inspired command, authority. A name that inspired the peacekeepers of Harken to work harder to please their master's household. A name that drove bandits and pirates in flight. A name that was quickly associated with his great values of virtue, righteousness, justice, religion. A name that inspired terror and fear into the nights of children. A name that could not be dissociated with the tales of torture, of murder. Gildas Redwald, a man in whose path none dared stand, lest they be thrown aside in pieces and left to the vultures. Born from a difficult birth, he was rightly thought by his father to have a strong spirit, a born fighter. Though he was too young then to remember his grandfather's death, he was raised by Baldwin Redwald to have the strong moral senses that he in turn had been taught by Hengist. Though he was always aware that as firstborn, he would be heir to house Redwald, Gildas never thought of himself as being above his siblings, the unity between them being reinforced by Baldwin's treatment of them as equals. Though Gildas grew up in relative peace and safety, he was always fascinated by tales of battle, and had always shown great interest in the practice of combat and tactic. Already at the age of 7, he was being trained in sword fighting, mounting and ship handling, all of which he was quick to pick up on. Regardless of his interest in combat, or perhaps because of it, Baldwin would constantly teach him of his great-grandfather's folly and past, and how he had gotten himself killed in attempted heroics. Gildas, admiring his father as even more of a hero than most children treat their own, took that lesson as well to heart. Perhaps even a bit too much. Though close to his siblings, he would sometimes get into arguments with them over a certain measure of fanaticism for justice and correctness. Whatever news of banditry he overheard from his father's councils would terrify and confuse him, as he was unable to understand why any good man would turn to such things. Aside from this, he would often lose himself in combat practice, not understanding when to stop, or convincing himself that he was "fighting evil". At age 12, Gildas officially entered military training, being drilled as a soldier and trained in tactical battle. He would customarily call friends to simulated battles where he would try his skills, though as time went by, less and less of his comrades accepted his invitations because of the harsh injuries he would sometimes cause to them. A year later, mere months before the plague struck, Gildas would have his last simulated battle as he finally went too far and stabbed another young man through the stomach, leaving him to die and urging his shocked friends to continue the battle. As he was heir to the local nobility, the matter was hushed, but he was prohibited by his teachers to get involved in such things again outside of training. To his family, he claimed it was an accident and promised not to repeat it. Finally the plague came, and with it the peace of his childhood was shattered. One by one, his uncle, aunt, cousin and youngest sister were all taken by it, and around him people caved to the desperation and turned to unjust means of living. Banditry and piracy increased, men turned away from the gods. All that Gildas had been raised to believe in and defend was slowly consumed by the rising terror, and there seemed no end to it. At age 15, Gildas' mind reached a breaking point. Already somewhat unstable since an early age, the man decided that the world had gone mad and the plague was punishment for it. Arming himself and assuming command of a battalion, the heir of house Redwald set out to personally hunt bandits and pirates, thieves and murderers, to deliver justice to a world that sorely required his aid. Though his methods were unorthodox and often seen as cruel, the people were too concerned with the plague to complain of a nobleman who ultimately was being successful in giving them some peace, and Baldwin only grew more and more proud of his son for his careful, tactical form of fighting and his obvious results. Over time, Gildas' confidence in the need for his actions grew. Though he acted mostly in secrecy and quietly, not desiring any glory or acclamation for his actions, he delivered judgement without trial, he tortured men in order to gain information they did not possess, he threw petty thieves into cages. Eventually he would go as far as to drive his men into battle against obvious innocents for minor offenses, and morale became to him a scarce resource. Men left his command and chose to work in small garrisons, or went home to care for their plague-stricken families. Rumors went around of his actions, and few sane men would work for him. No matter that the lands were more peaceful than they had been in years, that no crime was left unpunished. The ends, to most men, did not justify these means. Except for a few. Just as the plague brought by sorrow, desperation, crime and death, so did it bring about in certain men the need for action. Religious fanatics, disgruntled men who'd lost their entire families to plague or bandits, lawmen whose lives' work had been unmade by the fickle desires of a corrupt noble or rich man, they all catered to the rumors of the bringer of justice, the incorruptible man Gildas Redwald. Of the man who would stop at nothing to defend the old ways, who would fight always against any seeds of evil. At last, the plague came to an end, and just as he had before led his men into battle for peace, he now led them into the struck villages, lending their aid in whatever needs the people might have. Many were confused to see this man whose reputation was that of a ruthless military commander offering his own hands in bandaging a child, leading his men into the fields of a particularly weakened village to aid them in weeding the crops. Yet he took his sister's example, recognizing the need for a different sort of aid in the current times. The world would have justice and peace, and he would do what it took to bring them. "No matter the cost", he would still say when a petty thief needed slaying, before sending off his hounds of men after him. Now, after leaving his men in the command of his most loyal lieutenant, Gildas joined his father and the rest of his family in heading to Forsilvra to meet with the noble families in commemoration of the end of the plague. The old ways demanded it of him, and he would not stand against the ways of the world that he fought to defend. Writing Sample: Gildas pointed to the side streets behind the few buildings of the village, the two of his fanatical troops separating and heading towards the directions he indicated. The criminal would not escape him again. Three days prior, Gildas had heard of a man who, in a moment of drunken discontrol, had taken the honor of a farmer's daughter in the dead of night against her will. The man was well known in the village, and his name quickly reached the ears of one of the young commander's spies. After ensuring he would not be bothered with needless urges by... Visiting, one of his closer female acquaintances, Gildas had left to met out judgement to the criminal. The next evening, the bastard was before him, dagger drawn and in an ocean of nervous sweat. He had been alone then, a mistake he had not repeated this time. Though he was able to deliver a shallow cut to the knave's good arm, the other was faster than him and managed to escape running through those same backstreets that he did not know then. He did now. He knew his prey, his vile nest, his tricks. He had spent the last two days walking the village, dressed in a heavy cloak so as to look like a traveller and not be bothered while at work. He was not his grandfather. He would not fall because of foolish heroics. And he had brought his hounds with him this time. The bastard would die and the world would be free of his evil. Gildas heard a scream coming from one of the directions his men had gone and ran to close the only path of escape he could have used. As soon as he got there he saw the bastard emerge from the side street and tackled him to the ground, pinning his unharmed arm down with one hand and drawing his short sword with another. "My Lord, please! Please! I swear never to do such things again! I've asked for her father's forgiveness, I've promised to help in his fields! I was drunk!" The man was crying, panting like a rabbit caught in a hunting net. He spoke the truth, Gildas knew from the man's tone. He had indeed spoken to the woman's father and was seeking redemption. He drove the sword into his neck from one side, watching the blood splash and then flow out as the blade came out the other side. Immediatelly he put the other hand over his mouth, holding it tightly closed until he could not moan anymore. There was no redemption to evil. He had been removed, as they all would be eventually, and then the world would be at peace again. Time Line Events Year 219: Gildas Redwald is born. Year 220: Ingund Redwald dies. Year 223: Hengist Redwald dies after falling from his horse. Baldwin becomes head of the family. Year 223: Samson Redwald is born. Year 224: Arycelle Redwald is born. Year 227: Selye Redwald is born. Year 231: Gildas Redwald begins military training. Year 232: Gildas Redwald murders a 12 year old boy in combat training. Year 232: Plague covers a great deal of the Vandermark. Year 233: Selye Redwald dies from plague. Year 233: Jeunan Redwald dies from plague. Year 234: Gildas Redwald gains command of a military unit, sets out to ruthlessly fight crime. Year 236: Gildas Redwald's unit disbands, another unit of fanatics forms under his command. Year 240: Plague dies out. Year 241: Game start. Family Genealogy: Italics indicates death via the plague
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07-03-2012, 07:12 PM
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Thegn
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Approved. Nicely done mate.
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