Basics

Name: Gorlois
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Fandom: Arthurian Myth

Appearance
PB: Ioan Gruffudd
Description:
Lean compared to some fighters, but not lacking in strength Gorlois is a happy medium. He has fair but lightly tanned skin from all his months and years in the yard, on a horse, on the road. His eyes are brown, as is his curly mop of brown hair and beard. He stands at five feet, ten inches tall.

Presence wise, Gorlois has an easy, strong step and is naturally confident in most matters. He is quick to offer a smile in friendship but will not hesitate to plant a sword in the belly of someone who would do him or his harm.

Skills
Powers: None.
Abilities: A highly trained warrior, trained by some of the best knights and swordsmen in the Kingdoms, he does not carry a shield but rather two swords, trusting on his speed to get him out of trouble where his swords may fall short. He is good with a lance and with a bow but outside of hunting and the occasional long distance tactic, you would be hard pressed to find him possessing one on his person.
Other Skills:

Personality
General personality: Confident, cocky, a bit of a knave, yet a firm believer in nobility being noble at least some of the time, Gorlois can stand out from his peers if you linger past his first cheeky grin and quip. He seldom holds back his opinion on matters he deems urgent, if he thinks someone really needs their head cleaned out, or if he thinks he has a hope in hell of getting them to listen to him.

Though his actions do not always weigh heavy on his heart, he is not without remorse and would not kill just for the sake of killing unless he has too. Which he often does. Never the less, he remains strong in the belief that there can be a better future somehow. That he can be a good person to his friends, to the smallfolk he must protect even with the need to be cut-throat sometimes.

When choosing between romance and practicality, he has learnt that the latter will often come anyway, that it cannot be stopped. His heart doesn't come first. He's prone to quiet moods when left alone, brooding even. It rarely shows it's face in company and is even less likely to do so in front of other Lord's and Knights.

With friends he is still a knave, but more sincere. Laughs more genuinely, teases and mocks and discusses his true thoughts, and sometimes his true heart.

History

Born in Tintagel castle in the year 441 A.D. Gorlois was the first, and ultimately only child and son of the Lord of the castle and Duke of Cornwall. He was raised there, but often travelled with his father to places near and far once he was old enough to stay on a horse and was trained in sword, bow, lance as well as how to be a true Lord and know about the peasants, the land, the animals, the birds, the sea. Even literature and his ever growing distant Roman heritage.

His mother was a Celtic woman of high birth, kind and brave, his father a Knight and Lord descended from the Kings of Cornwall and men of Rome.

He was friends in childhood with the future warlord and rival, Uther Pendragon and he remembered him fondly for many years after he became a squire, and eventually a lord. He excelled at what he did, rarely finding time for sleep or folly except for an occasional wander down into the caves and coves near his home or hunting on horseback.

The Squire quickly turned into a Knight, partly because at the age of fifteen his father died and Gorlois was forced to finish his childhood then and there, and that was that.

Though he stumbled sometimes with his new responsibilities that were his in truth for the first time ever, Gorlois was surrounded by men who had counselled his father and his kindly mother, heartbroken but not defeated.

Skirmishes, battles, once even a war often pulled Gorlois from his rocky home along with his men, as did summonses to court and tourneys to which he was expected to attend. He gained scars and honours alike, and frequently utter exhaustion, admiring ladies.

At the age of eighteen he was betrothed to Igraine, a celtic Lady, or near enough, much as his mother had been. Though it was arranged, and he did not love her at first he was kind to her as he thought he ought to be and eventually fell in love with her. A year after their marriage their first daughter was born, Morgause.

The years since saw him two more daughters, Elaine and then little Morgana, though they try for a son he actually finds himself quite happy with his daughters, if not overwhelmingly excited at the prospect of his line, for all intensive purposes basically ending with him it isn't their fault. When he has time, he reads to them, plays with them and teaches them to ride and hunt. Of course, a Lord isn't granted as much time as he'd wish to do his work as well as live his life, so that can seem rare, especially in a childs measure of time.


What they have on arrival
Two well made swords and a dagger. His armour, which consists of padding, chain mail, black boiled leather with silver and gold plated armor to protect his shoulders and lower arms. A black cloak, made of fine wool as well as good boots, trousers, etc, basically a well armed and well dressed Lord.

Sample
It was freezing. The snow seemingly determined to use him as a branch
to rest on, even as he continued pushing his horse forward through
the calf deep slush. It seemed it would never end, even when he came
into the yard of his castle, well actually it was rather close to worse for the presence of all the people and their churning over the snow and mixing it with the mud beneath.

He slid off his horse, petting it's neck fondly a moment before the stable boy took it, leaving Gorlois to find his way up the stairs to the castle door. He'd been gone half a week, a small amount of time yet it always felt like an age had passed, and yet no time at all when he stepped into his castle. Igraine and the girls would be happy to see him. They always were. He would be happy to see her, too.


Player Info
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Age: 21
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