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Tomasz Jablonski
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[OOC Information]

Your Name: Renna
RP Experience: Like 10 years.
Your Character's Player Base: Working on it

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[Basic Information]

Character Name: Tomasz Jabłoński; nicknames Tom, Tomek, Ace
Character Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday (including year): October 21, 218
Home Castle/City: Originally Sosny Mały, Samartia. Currently, Belleile.
House: Jabłoński

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[House Information]



Banner Appearance:White for purity and red for sacrifice; pure white blossoms rising unstained from a field of blood.
House Words: Honor, Cnota, Nauka (Honor, Virtue, Wisdom)
Unofficial: Gość w domy, Bg w domu (Guest in the house, God in the house)
Bez matki nie ma chatki (Without mother, there is no home)
Castle Name: Dwr Jabłoński
Original Castle Name: Hunting Lodge Noma

House Description: Honest, generous, and hardworking, the Jabłoński clan was well-respected for generations even prior to their rise in status. The humble family was famed throughout the village of Sosny Mały and the region beyond for judging fairly, offering shelter to anyone in need, and managing their land with gracious honesty and the wisdom of those close to the earth. They were a farming family from the beginning and seemed unlikely to be anything else, and they were content, but then a Jabłoński son went off to war. Tomasz Jabłoński inherited an unheard-of fire from his mother, a far cry from the typical placid nature of his ancestors, and this courage and drive served all of them well. It wasn't long before he was accepted into the ranks of the husaria, the fierce heavy cavalry, and not much longer before he'd saved the life of his friend and his lord, earning his family a place in the Samartian nobility. This was not wholly unheard-of, considering the Samartian fondness for the democratic process, and most were glad to see such a well-loved family getting the honor it so richly deserved.

The honor was short-lived. War returned, and this time brought desolation in its wake. At the last House Jabłoński was scattered or slain, only two remaining together to seek peace and safety across the waves in a strange and distant country.


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[Appearance]

5'10", with a strong, agile build made stronger by years of farm work and more agile by years of outrunning the people he cheesed off -- which slowly progressed from siblings and childhood friends to Hessian officials who wanted to see the Samartian rebel dance the hemp fandango. Tom has his mother's yellow hair, darkened to a burnished gold, but his father's dark eyes and a winning smile all his own, perfected for getting out of certain kinds of trouble and getting into certain others. It doesn't work as well as he'd like for the former, but he's satisfied with the results of the latter. So are the women who help him out. (Tom: *flashes one thumb up, mid-kiss* Eeeeeej.)

Tom does not pay much attention to clothing or appearance in general, content with wearing anything that's practical, but he likes the shock of hair that cowlicks forward over his brow and never attempts to smooth it back. He's well aware that he's handsome and is fine with leaving well enough alone.


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[Personality]

Both the truest friend and darkest enemy anyone could hope to have, Tomasz is nearly fearless. He possesses a brilliant, fiery nature that never fails to get him in trouble, but there are also many who have that same insane personality to thank for their very lives - due in part to his determination in becoming a fighter, as he had always wished to do. His love knows no bounds and he will do anything necessary to shelter the people protected by it.

Temperament? A total firecracker. Tomasz rarely does anything in moderation; if he wants to do something he goes for it with very little restraint, hesitation, or chickening out. It doesn't matter how big or impossible the goal might seem, he has the confidence and the drive to leap for it and consequently often does get what he wants. He rarely does anything slowly either. Tom's intelligent and fiery personality leaves him with a wit, tongue, and temper that flare up almost instantaneously, and more than a few people have learned to regret slighting him. Nor is he content to be still but loves to run, climb, ride, and dance - anything that has him moving, doubly so if it's with a fair amount of speed. He knew he wanted to be anything but a farmer as a young boy and feels most at home on horseback; a dead gallop is the only place he never succumbs to bouts of intense malaise.

Witty, impatient, courageous, daredevil, charming, guilt-ridden, proud, temperamental, energetic, passionate, blunt, fierce, brash, foolhardy, devoted, protective, true.

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[History]

The first time the golden-haired farm boy saw a galloping warrior it seized his imagination and in fact his life. Tomasz fell in love with he wind that day and bent his every focus into becoming a hussar -- something not entirely impossible in Samartia's new era of relative equality, courtesy of the kindness of Lord Sobieski in eliminating the lowest social classes and providing schooling to anyone who could afford the time. The Jabłoński family wasn't rich, but cost wasn't the main obstacle. Everything else was.

From that point on Tom broke nearly every rule imaginable in his desperation to get into the army, cutting school and chores and every needful thing for the sake of his beloved sky. In the end his sister Marszenka was the first to recognize that this bewildering enthusiasm was not, in fact, a phase, and persuaded her parents to work with Tomasz on making his dream a reality. The two had already been close but her intercession here sealed the siblings' relationship as the best of friends, and when Tom was finally accepted into the training school at Dęblin no one was prouder than she. The victory was bittersweet, however; Tom's absence at home meant that an extra pair of hands was needed to stay. As the most dedicated scholar it was a serious blow to 'Marzipan' to leave her beloved school, but as she was also the only child who could be trusted to study at home it seemed the only thing to do. And there was good in it as well, for disappointing as this was it gave Tomasz a reason to work greater than simply his thirst for swiftness and glory. He hadn't wanted to fight for any cause, and his sister's predicament likely saved him from expulsion. Trainees at Dęblin were graded for their manners and behavior as well as how well they rode and fought and such a young troublemaker would have found some of the school's temptations irresistible. But the thought of his sister, and the memory of her tears, gave him enough reason to strive that a bumpy start quickly gave way to smooth and excellent sailing.

The rough start probably couldn't be helped. This was a new world for him, one of palaces and ballrooms and aristocracy, and Tom's simple upbringing invariably clashed with some of the comrades around him. But he was a dedicated student with a charming good nature and soon proved to be a gifted soldier as well -- the nerves of steel that had so plagued his mother served him well on the battlefield. By the time he earned his wings, he was considered one of the best trainees at his level and almost universally well-liked. It was of little surprise when the young man was given an elite squadron as his first assignment, and great joy to him, and his first salary went almost entirely towards hiring a farm hand to allow his sister back to school.

But the satisfaction didn't last. Dark rumblings from the West had been increasing through the last part of the decade, making it seem more and more likely that Samartia would see war. An alliance with two other nations managed to comfort some that all would be well, but Tom was not convinced, at least not enough to quell the suspicion and unease that was constantly roiling under the skin.

The Hessian attack came in September and heralded months of utter exhaustion as Samartia's cavalry tried to keep it at bay. The arrival of a second invasion seventeen weeks later heralded the end of any formal resistance or army, and like after direct orders from his lord and friend, Tom elected to escape the country and at least get his one surviving sibling to a safe haven before returning to fight again.

Key Events:
218: Born.
223: Sister and BFF Marszenka is born. Tom constantly in trouble.
226: Tomasz introduces horses, mud pies, wrestling, and climbing on things to his little sister.
227: Despite constant scolding, Tomasz introduces racing, walking fences, swimming, and punching people. Also more horses.
227: Tom and his friend Jan terrorize the village by pranking all and sundry. No amount of switching convinces them to stop - most notable act of villainy is dying the chief ostler's bathwater scarlet.
228: Tom becomes engaged to Beata Niemec under the tallest oak tree and less against her will than she insisted to her friends it actually happened. The shared kiss is on the cheek and the engagement ring is made of woven straw.
230: Lord Sobieski decrees that basic schooling be given to all citizens, in tandem with his abolishment of the title 'serf', save as punishment for serious crime. Marszenka starts school and loves it. Tom starts school and mostly hates it.
230: A regiment of foot soldiers and husaria pass through the village on a training march and give demonstrations to the townsfolk. Tom falls in love with the warriors wearing eagle's wings and wielding the long lance, and is hopelessly unreliable ever after.
235: Tom makes the acquaintance of Lord Sobieski's son Mirosław. They do not get along.
235: The rest of the family makes the acquaintance of Lord Sobieski's son Mirosław and get along fine, especially the little girl who wants to know if the manor house really has books and flowers all year and if "Lord Mirek" has ever seen a piece of real, not-paste amber. Tom sulks that everyone is fussing over the 'nob'. Everyone else is used to Tom picking fights and assumes the mess was his fault. They're right.
235: A book, fresh flowers, and a piece of "real amber, not paste" are sent to the little girl with a lot of questions. The rest of the family is perfectly happy to have gifts of cloth, fur, and spice.
235: Tom changes his mind about the "nob boy" being a brat, admits it manfully, and the two become fast friends.
236: Tom decides to enlist as a professional, trained soldier, because in the event of war (which is already beginning), he'd be pressed anyway and because he's still dreaming of the wind screaming through wings on his armor. After much discussion and some soul-searching on all sides, Marszenka volunteers to abandon her lessons to allow her restless brother to go. She hides her tears until he's gone, and does the best she can to keep up at home via books loaned from the manor. Already an excellent horseman, Tomasz is accepted to train as a hussar under the immediate leadership of his friend and lord Mirosław.
238: Tomasz saves Mirosław's life during a skirmish and the family is suddenly the center of a lot of attention.
238: It is with great pleasure that the Sobieski family raises Tomasz Jabłoński to the rank of Lord and offers him the keeping of Sosny Mały and the land surrounding, excepting the Sobieski manor and immediate grounds. Courtesy titles are also granted to the new lord's parents and dowry for his siblings. The entire family is caught off-guard by this, none more so than Tom, who protests that he's not near fine enough or patient enough to be a lord...but the prospect of a better future for the sister who allowed him to follow his heart shuts him up and he goes to work with perhaps more heart than skill.
238: Tomasz attempts the entire rest of the year to build a romance between his little sister and his friend, with no success. He, meantime, is flirting with all and sundry and enjoying it.
239: Tomasz still attempts to sow romance. Marszenka is enchanted by a trader with red hair, who only has eyes for a willowy blonde.
240: Tomasz gives up after Mirek makes a point to constantly address Marszenka as 'sister.' Marszenka doesn't mind. Tom does.
240: Nightmares. Hesse storms in from the West and the North, with an army three times what Samartia is able to muster. The struggle ends in a month, with imprisonment, death, or slavery for many. Tomasz remains on the front, valiantly trying to stem the tide, but too far and too late to do anything about the home that is quickly overrun and the family that is largely slaughtered. Marszenka is pressed into service to a Hessian officer and his family, kept there for the better part of a year.
241: Tom manages to escape brief imprisonment behind enemy lines and is released from his duty by Mirosław, who encourages him to find the only other known survivor of the Jabłonski clan and take her to safety somewhere else - bonus points if he can also find anyone to help. With some reluctance Tom obeys, tracking down his sister and whisking her away.
241: Both siblings arrive in Belleile virtually penniless. Game start.


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[Writing Sample]

"What do we do now?" Paweł's eyes were wide; the whisper, hoarse with fear. He was somewhat younger than the golden-haired man shackled to him, clamped around one ankle, and when his companion answered it was with a confidence neither of them felt.

"We hide in plain sight." Tomasz Jabłoński heaved himself to stand, helping the younger soldier up with him and taking a moment to steady the two of them against the sudden movement. No one noticed - this was an army tent, on Hesse's side, bustling with the activity of battlefield healers doing their best to tend to groaning men. The medics did not have time for two Hessian-speaking prisoners, one injured, taken in by an over-suspicious officer forever seeing plots in the shadows. Tomasz had been a soldier for longer than his young companion, and a troublemaker for even longer than that, and he knew the wind well enough to understand that the dark man who had ordered them to be held here was not well-liked by his men. It was a weapon. For a hussar separated from his commander, his squad, his horse, and his armor, it was the only weapon he had, and he fully intended to use it. He moved forward with purpose, setting his weight down fully on the injured leg, and addressed one of the medical team in calm and flawless Hessian. "Do you need help? My friend and I can hold him down."

"Nein." The doctor did not look up, tense with the urgency of his work. "It's fine. Go sit down."

"Yes, sir." Tomasz flicked off a friendly salute, closing with an offer to make himself safer. "Just let us know."

It was meaningless, but it was also security. The healer nodded a wordless affirmation, and the 'Hessian' soldier that didn't quite fit turned away to return to his corner against the fabric walls of the army tent. Not, however, without palming one of the medical saws into his hand, and not without passing it to Paweł once they were down again.

"Get to work," Tom's whisper was abrupt, and very soft, into the younger boy's ear. "There's some time left, tak? They'll be watching me - you cut that chain and let me make the cover, you understand? We will be breathing free air tomorrow morning, Sky willing - but we must wait through the darker hours. Jest dobrze."

He settled back, shifting to cover his friend as his eyes narrowed in thought. There was some time, but not he couldn't hope for much; this battle had been unlucky to begin with and Tom didn't dare assume that the suspicious officer wouldn't return the moment things calmed to look into the two unfamiliar men who insisted they were Hessian and yet did not seem to belong to any of the squadrons marching. He'd never thought the bluff would buy them this much time to begin with; he'd guessed a few minutes, at most, which even so was precious for trying to save a life. They'd ended up with a few hours, which was a blessing, but still not exactly enough and the warrior's thoughts were flying ahead of him now, mapping out the path to freedom on a sequence of desperate chances he had no choice but to rely on. If the Hessians didn't kill them on sight - they hadn't, that was something. If the chain would even break; if they could leave the tent sight unseen, if they could exit the camp without inciting further suspicion, if they could make their way back to direction they'd come from in the first place. If. If. If.

It was too many uncertainties, even for him, and he didn't like it. But Paweł was young enough to whimper for his mother, so the Pole held on grimly through the night, offering smiles and easy chatter to the medics when they looked for it -- all the time with his ears fixed to the slow, painful grating of the saw against the chain holding the two men together. It was nearly an hour to sunrise when there was an ever-so-slight, metallic clink, one that rang in Tom's ears. He didn't wait. The young man shot an arm out to pull Paweł upright once more, and then they were off - whisking from the tent like the wind itself, Tomasz grimacing at the burden on his injured leg but never once slowing down. There were shouts, and a sudden chaos made more confusing by the shadows cast by a sparking fire, but there was also a horse and Tom was pushing Paweł onto it without time to think about the choice. "You're hussar! Ride!"

He was up next, and then a blind gallop into the dark, with the cacophony growing behind them and the elder prisoner praying the animal didn't stumble and break its leg. They didn't have to run far; only far enough - if they could only make the distance --

So it was that two more shadows passed below the pine trees, back toward the sounds of distant war.

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"No. You can't ride."

Mirosław Sobieski was a tired-looking man, known as the Raven to his men for his black hair and eyes, and the opposite to golden, fiery Tomasz in nearly every way. The argument was imminent, and showing in Tom's face, but this time Mirosław cut his friend off before they could come to blows. "You're my closest friend. You went behind the lines for me when I lost my mount; you brought little Paweł back safe, and you are flatly injured. Sending you out with the others is a death sentence and as your lord I'm going to be selfish and say that I need you - breathing, somewhere on this earth. The answer is no, Tomek, and it's final. Don't argue."

Jabłoński's mouth tightened, thinning hard, but for once he obeyed, although not without casting an accusing glance to his friend. Mirosław softened almost at once and moved to rest a hand on the other man's shoulder. "It's only for now, and there is other work you can be doing for me and for Samarz."

No response. Tomasz could be quite sullen when he took the mood, but this was something Mirosław was accustomed to and he simply took the work-around. "...We found your sister. She's not far from your home village, keeping house for a Hessian officer and his family. If you wanted to go..."

The raven-man trailed off, but the tactic had worked. At the mention of his sister Tom's head had snapped up like a falcon's, eyes narrowing to focus on prey only he could see. "With your permission, sir."

"Good." Mirosław tried to hide his relief, sinking into practicalities. "You can take your horse. There'll be a man to help you - just do me a favor and think your plans through before starting them, tak? I do need you to come back to me when the chance arises, and you getting yourself killed won't help any one of us." Inspiration struck then, and he continued very slowly. "In fact - get her out of the country, I know she's all you have left - and on the way, see if you can find us some help. This is a hard war."

Again, a silence, but changed this time. Tom was thinking, his brow furrowing as ideas took root, but at length he nodded and lifted his head to return his friend's gaze. "...Tak." The man rose to grasp Mirosław's hand, lacing their fingers tightly to make his solemn promise. "Tak, Mirek. I'll return bringing fire."

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[Timeline of Events]


SOSNY MAŁY

760 BCE: A man finds a good patch of land with a single apple tree and settles down to till it, eventually being known by the name of the tree: Jabłoński. His descendants marry and have children and till in varying degrees of poverty for the next eight hundred years.
198: Juliek Jabłoński born.
209: Juliek Jabłoński orphaned. Decides to donate the land he is too young to manage for the use of the entire community, rather than sell, and spends the next few years working as a farm hand on other people's land. He becomes well-favored.
215: Juliek meets and falls in love with Marta Kowiatkowska, a merchant's daughter, who eventually returns his interest although he is well below her means.
216-218: First war with Hesse; Juliek pressed into service of the Hessian army.
218: Hesse loses. Juliek returns home and starts rebuilding an old cottage on the edge of town, setting up the land for farming with the help of the people who had been sustained by his gift years before.
218: Juliek Jablonski marries Marta Kowiatkowska.
218: Tomasz born.
223: Marszenka born.
226: Aniela born.
229: Twins Andrzej and Karol born, Karol with a club foot.
334: Jadwiga born, after one other pregnancy that ended in the first trimester.
230: Lord Sobieski decrees that basic schooling be given to all citizens, in tandem with his abolishment of the title 'serf', save as punishment for serious crime. Marszenka starts school and loves it. Tom starts school and mostly hates it. Both teach their younger siblings.
235: Tom makes the acquaintance of Lord Sobieski's son Mirosław. They do not get along.
235: The rest of the family makes the acquaintance of Lord Sobieski's son Mirosław and get along fine, especially the little girl who wants to know if the manor house really has books and flowers all year and if "Lord Mirek" has ever seen a piece of real, not-paste amber. Tom sulks that everyone is fussing over the 'nob'. Everyone else is used to Tom picking fights and assumes the mess was his fault. They're right.
235: A book, fresh flowers, and a piece of "real amber, not paste" are sent to the little girl with a lot of questions. The rest of the family is perfectly happy to have gifts of cloth, fur, and spice.
235: Tom changes his mind about the "nob boy" being a brat, admits it manfully, and the two become fast friends.
236: Tom decides to enlist as a professional, trained soldier, because in the event of war (which is already beginning), he'd be pressed anyway and because a life of action appeals to him much more than the stolid one of a farmer. After much discussion and some soul-searching on all sides, Marszenka volunteers to abandon her lessons to allow her restless brother to go. She hides her tears until he's gone, and does the best she can to keep up at home via books loaned from the manor. Already an excellent horseman, Tomasz is accepted to train as a hussar under the leadership of his friend and lord Mirosław.
238: Tomasz saves Mirosław's life during a skirmish and the family is suddenly the center of a lot of attention.
238: It is with great pleasure that the Sobieski family raises Tomasz Jabłoński to the rank of Lord and offers him the keeping of Sosny Mały and the land surrounding, excepting the Sobieski manor and immediate grounds. Courtesy titles are also granted to the new lord's parents and dowry for his siblings. The entire family is caught off-guard by this, none more so than Tom, who protests that he's not near fine enough or patient enough to be a lord...but the prospect of a better future for the sister who allowed him to follow his heart shuts him up and he goes to work with perhaps more heart than skill. Marszenka is over the moon and immediately starts reveling in the beauty of a private tutor.
240: Nightmares. Hesse storms in from the West and the North, with an army three times what Samartia is able to muster. The struggle ends in a month, with imprisonment, death, or slavery for many. Tomasz remains on the front, valiantly trying to stem the tide, but too far and too late to do anything about the home that is quickly overrun and the family that is largely slaughtered. Marszenka is pressed into service to a Hessian officer and his family, kept there for the better part of a year.
241: Tom manages to escape brief imprisonment behind enemy lines and is released from his duty by Mirosław, who encourages him to find the only other known survivor of the Jabłonski clan and take her to safety somewhere else - bonus points if he can also find anyone to help. With some reluctance Tom obeys, tracking down his sister and whisking her away.
241: Both siblings arrive in Belleile virtually penniless. Game start.



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[Genealogy]
  • Juliek Jabłoński (43)-- Marta Kwiatkowska Jabłońska (43)
    • Tomasz Jabłoński (23)
    • Marszenka Jabłońska (18)
    • Aniela Jabłońska (15)
    • Andrzej Jabłońska (12)
    • Karol Jabłoński (12)
    • Jadwiga Jabłońska (7)

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