Realistic or Modern The Broken Crusade Characters

[WaitingCynicism]

Name:
Title: (Any titles they might have, as in nobility)
Age: (must be at least 16, as that was when boys would normally start fighting, though some places started them at 14 or 15)
Appearance: (Hair and eye color, height, etc.)
Marital Status: (Most likely married, since people usually married at 16 in England. Gay marriage is allowed.)
Sexuality: (No judging here. Being gay is okay in this timeline, so go wild!)
Religion: (Basically if they believe in God or not.)
Personality: (Not required)
Background: (Not required)

 

[WaitingCynicism]

Name: James

Title: none

Age: 20

Appearance:

Spoiler: James and John

Marital Status: married

Sexuality: homosexual

Religion: Catholic

Personality: (Not required)

Background: (Not required)

 

[WaitingCynicism]

Name: Bran Kendrick
Title: Sir, Lord
Age: 23
Appearance:

Spoiler: Bran

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Spoiler: Gareth

Marital Status: Married to Lord(formerly Sir) Gareth Kendrick(nèe Falkner)
Sexuality: Homosexual
Religion: Catholic
Personality: A good man, even if a bit shy and very cautious. Usually happy, very open about his relationship with Lord Gareth, though he struggles with the death of his brother during the Crusade.
Background: (Not required)

 

[Neon Valkyrie]

Name: Cairstine MacKenzie

Title: Mormaer/Countess of Ross

Age: 16

Appearance: A betting man could make some money wagering on Cairstine's lineage on sight alone. Fiery red curls, now cut above her shoulders, used to tumble down to her waist in a thick cascade. Lean, athletic, relatively tall albeit generally pear-shaped, her feminine attributes are lacking, but her lithe form hides muscles earned over a decade of chores. Her ghostly pale skin is riddled with freckles, all the more-so since she arrived in the east, which stretch across her nose and cheeks, her arms and legs, and presumably everywhere else. Long, thick plumes of lashed hide the vivid, pastoral green of her large eyes, often overcast by her heavy, fiery red brow. Her nose is relatively flat, and wide set, like her jaw, while her lips are large and plump, though flaked from the harsh air.

Marital Status: Unmarried/Unpromised

Sexuality: Undiscovered

Religion: Roman Catholic

Personality: Cairstine is still in shock. Being dragged across the sea with a bold king and a loyal catholic father, forced into warfare without training or prior experience, the loss of her father and brother ... not to mention having to pretend to be her own brother for her safety. She's under a lot of pressure right now, and is understandably quiet, morose, angry and hurt and sad but unable to confide in anyone.

Background:

Spoiler: read at your own risk

Cairstine was born in the fall of 1176 in Avoch, Scotland. Her father was the Thegn of Avoch, an old, hereditary title that meant next to nothing after the political revolution of King David. Her mother was the daughter of the chieftain of a neighbouring clan, and though their marriage was one of politics, their love was real. Her older brother, Craig, was 4 when she came into this world, and she in turn was one when her younger brother Dougal was born, though a fever took him before that year was out. They lived a quiet life, in a small stone-and-grass home with dirt floors and box-beds. People came to her father when they needed civic matters settled, disputes resolved, things like that.

The family had been staunch supporters of the disgraced King Williams since the uprising of the last king of Moray, despite the grim outcome of the actual battle. It wasn't until 1179 that their loyalty bore fruit. William, wanting to keep the Norsemen of Caithness at bay, built Edirdovar on the Black Isle and gave it and its lands to the MacKenzies. Her father also earned a new title, Earl of Ross. The nearby parish provided supplies, while the nearby hospital of St. Germains, and the local Templars provided able bodies. Cairstine grew up hearing the clashing of Norse and Scottish swords, the cries of battle, though she was always kept safely behind the walls, knitting and cleaning and cooking.

It wasn't until her mother passed of pneumonia in late 1185 that her father brought in workers to help around the castle, take over the house duties. She was now technically a noble lady, but her father had lived too long as a peasant to care about court. He would be happy if she found a husband from the community, stayed out of trouble, had a strong son. Everyone heard about the siege, the fall of Jerusalem, the death of Urban II from the shock ... everyone heard the call to arms. The rally from among the Scots wasn't very large, but as her father described it, "Those who count themselves as Catholics first came ..." But in honesty, those who didn't had families, had lands that the Normans would surely seize in their absence. And so a small, strong few made preparations, and sailed with King Richard to France in 1190. Fearing what the french might do to her if she were left as steward of Edirdovar, Cairstine's father brought her alone as washerwoman to he and her brother.

The journey itself took over a year, with a long stop-over in Sicily, where the king revelled the winter away. Eventually they reached Acre to find both camps ravaged by disease, and a double-siege of the city, and the christian camp outside its walls. The fever and disease plaguing the christian camp spread quickly to the arriving troups, and eventually the leadership. Cairstine's father died of fever during the brief cease-fire. Cairstine and Craig, while ill, survived to see the fighting begin anew. The fighting went back and forth for a month, a blur of bloodshed ... Craig was killed on July 3rd, when a large section of the city wall came down, spilling Saladin's men out into the christian camp. Cairstine was devastated, but his was only one in a mound of bodies, and there was still a war going on around her. Perhaps out of fear, or anger, or stupidity, she stole her brother's armour and cut her hair. She heard what happened to women taken by the Saracens, and would sooner die. She didn't get her wish, not even after being dragged into the final battle on July 11th.

Acre gave terms. The battle was over. The Scottish Templars were ordered to stay and keep watch over the city with a portion of Richard's army while the rest went on to Arsuf. Thankfully Saladin's armies were too involved in the defence of Jaffa to worry about recapturing Acre, and it was only months later that a treaty was signed.

 

[WaitingCynicism]

Anybody still interested? AbsurdNerd Rusty of Shackleford Neon Valkyrie Funeral JesterTheSheep Winter_Wolf adrian_ Waverly KingofAesir MasterRed Tori Bradley Shadow darth

 

[Neon Valkyrie]

Totes

 

[Shadow]

Name: Eamon Wynchell

Title: Earl, his father is already dead so he has the title of the Earl of Wynchell.

Age: Eamon is twenty-six and considered well-seasoned in combat as he became a soldier when he was fifteen

Appearance: Eamon is tall and broad-shouldered, with perfect posture and a long stride. He has well-defined cheek and jaw-bones, and a smooth complexion. Thick lashes frame his grey eyes, curtained by wavy brown hair. His eyes smile more than his mouth does, but his face is most often impassive. Several scars litter his body from combat, but they are all easily concealed.

Marital Status: Eamon is just recently engaged in a betrothal that was arranged by the girl’s parents. He has strictly avoided marriage so far and he hopes to dodge this as well.

Sexuality: To others he has strictly been heterosexual, but he has been secretly interested in men before

Religion: Eamon is no saint. However, he believes there is a single God, although he doesn’t worry too much if he misses a prayer or two. God knows he is busy.

Personality: Eamon is a soft-spoken man of few words. He won’t speak when a pointed look will do, so when he does speak it is with a tone that commands attention. He leads his men fairly and almost never lashes out in anger. He is not entirely emotionless, but his smiles are rarely given. When he drinks is when he is most vulnerable, laughing and joking around a bonfire. He still keeps most of his thoughts to himself, even when drunk, but he is far more likely to show enjoyment if he has been drinking. However, it is a habit he saves strictly for when a victory has been won.

Background: Eamon was the first-born son of the Earl of Wynchell. Being the heir, he was educated and trained to some day be master of the house. He wasn’t particularly rebellious, but he preferred combative training to reading and writing. At fifteen, a girl was promised to him, but luckily he was called to become a soldier, so she was betrothed to his younger brother instead. Eamon was more than happy to get away from his home to fight and he took to it naturally. It wasn’t the killing or dying screams that he enjoyed; quite the opposite, in fact. He hated it. But he was born with a free-spirit and he preferred camping in the wilderness with bonfires and tents over sleeping in a cushioned bed catered to by servants. The only time he went back home was when he got news that his father was ill. By the time he got there, it was too late. He only stayed long enough for the title to be officially passed on to him before he returned to his company of soldiers.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Anybody still interested? AbsurdNerd Rusty of Shackleford Neon Valkyrie Funeral JesterTheSheep Winter_Wolf adrian_ Waverly KingofAesir MasterRed Tori Bradley Shadow darth

Perhaps.

 

[WaitingCynicism]

Anybody still interested? AbsurdNerd Rusty of Shackleford Neon Valkyrie Funeral JesterTheSheep Winter_Wolf adrian_ Waverly KingofAesir MasterRed Tori Bradley darth

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Anybody still interested? AbsurdNerd Rusty of Shackleford Neon Valkyrie Funeral JesterTheSheep Winter_Wolf adrian_ Waverly KingofAesir MasterRed Tori Bradley darth

Hey! I'll get mine up soon!

 

[Neon Valkyrie]

Less and less ...

 

[WaitingCynicism]

If you aren't interested Neon Valkyrie that's fine.

 

[Neon Valkyrie]

If you aren't interested Neon Valkyrie that's fine.

Then yeah, I think I'm out. Sorry guy, and good luck.

 

[WaitingCynicism]

Then yeah, I think I'm out. Sorry guy, and good luck.

Thanks.

 

[darth]

I apologize for not replying sooner, but I think I might have lost interest for this, sorry

 

[WaitingCynicism]

That's fine.