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10-06-07, 11:10 PM
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Portrait of Geoffrey
Name: Geoffrey(JOFF-rey) Antigonus
Age: 53
Race: Human
Hair Color: Pepper Grey strikes through black hair.
Eye Color: Murkish Brown
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 162lbs
Occupation: Scholar/Writer
Personality: Geoffrey is a man who finds fascination and entertainment in higher thinking. As such, he is very scholarly, and a very philosophical man. He is someone who finds interest in the most mundane things. For example, he has been known to spend an entire day sitting on a park bench, debating why the lark decided to nest in that particular tree. Perhaps a bit pointless, are his studies at times, but it doesn’t matter, Geoffrey loves it, and is adamant in it’s importance.
He is a bumbler of words to others, and isn’t at all good at public speaking. He much rather right his ideas down, and is the author of many books, ranging from the very serious subjects of warfare, to the fanciful fiction children so lavishly eat up. While his eloquent wordplay on parchment is well received, he has never gotten much money from his writing. This doesn’t bother him though, as it is simply something he loves.
Geoffrey is fairly successful at breaking the ice, but it is nothing exceptional. Most friends he holds are fellow scholars and writers, and he is not well received by the masses, for they view him as ‘stuck-up’. This is far from the truth however, as Geoffrey sees himself as no more a man than the poor farmer, who is forced to work like a horse to feed his family. In fact, Geoffrey has a number of alias’ that he uses to move about unnoticed in the middle and lower classes. It gives him a unique chance to escape his world, and live as simply another average joe, which often gives him great ideas for his writing.
Since the rape and murder of his wife, Rebecca, Geoffrey has sunken into a state of depression, and has become increasingly violent and hell bent on finding some form of revenge. He has cast away his leisure, and now only wishes for alleviation of his pain.
Appearance: A very stately man, Geoffrey is often mistaken for someone of Noble origin. Standing squarely at six feet, and weighing one-hundred-and-sixty-two pounds, Geoffrey is a tall, lean man. He is surprisingly fit for a fifty-three year old man, and can hold his own in a fight. His demeanor is of someone who knows his capabilities, and knows exactly when he’s had enough.
His face is stern and strong, and he holds a strange attraction to women, despite his age. His eyes are veiled by heavy, sharp brows, and show signs of great age; As if they have seen more then they should have. His nose is large and curved, and is prominent on his face. While his sleek, black hair is combed back, and tucked behind his ears. Wisps of white hair streak along his hair, and give the very distinct impression of the moonlight stream flowing through the lightless banks of the river.
His body is hardened over years and years of training and military tours. And show signs of his battles, scars running rampant along his body. He is most often clothed in fine material, and is often seen in regal military attire: A moss green tunic and fitted, deep green silk leggings, black leather military boots, lion crested military shoulders, and a simple deep green breastplate.
History: Born to an upper-class family in Radasanth, Geoffrey was raised to be one of the ‘elite’ of Corone. From as early as six, Geoffrey was taught the way of statecraft and mathematics. He would spend many years enduring the instructions of teacher after teacher, until he turned eighteen. He had been taught the rudimentary military teachings by then, and the art of warfare intrigued him. As such, he signed up with the Corone Militia, and was trained as a foot soldier. He would spend most of his military career as a simple soldier, and only participated in three tours, before retiring to take up more scholarly activities.
He was twenty-three when he wrote his first book Art and War, and was greeted with an offer to come back as a field commander, he declined, as he knew he was no where near the capabilities of a field comander. He would take part in many political avenues and jobs, but he never got anywhere in them. So, he returned to writing, and published a number books. He never became a true writer, but it suited him, and he was content with what was given unto him.
At twenty-four years of age, Geoffrey met twenty year old Lady Rebecca Kingsley , youngest daughter of House Kingsley. A rich merchant house in Radasanth. Geoffrey and Rebecca quickly became close friends, sharing many of the same interests and ideas. They soon began a romantic relationship with each other, and became inseparable. Geoffrey would accompany Rebecca and her family on their trips, and on one such occasion, they married. Rebecca would leave house Kingsley and live with Geoffrey.
Together they lived a happy, simple life. Geoffrey had forgone most of his family’s wealth for a less lavish life, as it never seemed to fit him. Rebecca would give birth to their daughter Isolde Antigonus when she was twenty-one, and they seemed to live a happy, stable life. For the next nine years, they would live such a life. At thirty-four years of age, Geoffrey’s simple life would be destroyed.
The particular night was dreary and moonless, in the middle of a particularly bad heat-wave. During the night, while Geoffrey, Rebecca, and Isolde slept, a group of three criminals slipped into the house from one of the open windows. They purposely broke a mirror hanging in the hall to wake Geoffrey, and when he went to investigate, they subdued him, quite effectively. And before he knew it, he was bound and gagged, and he could here the cried of his wife. The cries and pleas unheard to the criminals still sting Geoffrey’s mind. He struggled, and he was kicked, and he struggled some more, and he was kicked some more. Finally, they lifted his body up and turned him to face his bedroom. What he saw destroyed him utterly. They were raping Rebecca. He clenched his eyes shut, and tried as hard as he could, but he could do nothing. They forced him to watch his wife be defiled, then killed.
An afterthought was for Isolde, where was she?!? She had not come to her mother’s cries, and the three men couldn’t find her. Geoffrey hoped with all his heart she had gotten away. As the guards turned their attention to the know broken man in front of them, they sneered hatefully. They had been sent here by a rival merchant, who had been suffering from the Kingsley Family. These men were to break him, and to send a message to House Kingsley. It worked, oh yes it worked.
For the next nineteen years Geoffrey would steadily sink, until he could no longer bear anything that resembled Rebecca or Isolde, for he never could find her. He searched for years without fortune, and the best he could hope for was her well being someplace where she was safe. Although he believed, in his heart, she was gone. He would get any work he could, and sporadically, he would commission writing for businesses or the like, but he never again experienced the same elation for the drag of the inked quill along parchment.
Just recently, Geoffrey has gathered some information of the fall of House Calipsa, and the scattering of the Calipsa family. At first it mattered to him not, until he discovered the reasons for their fall. Extortion, murder, you name it, they did it. Having peaked his interest, Geoffrey used his knowledge of Statecraft to discern that house Calipsa was indeed the house responsible for Rebecca’s death. He would exact bloody revenge.
Skills:
Statecraft((Well Versed)): Geoffrey is well versed in the art of statecraft, as his upbringing required. Now, however, he has sunk into a state of despair and depression, and statecraft is not on his mind.
Tactics((Slightly Above Average)): Having served in the military for a number of years, Geoffrey is fairly knowledgeable about tactics.
Writers Craft((Well Versed)): A master of the literary word, Geoffrey can create a belletristic masterpiece in a snap. Unfortunately, he shies away from writing, and he very rarely writes for entertainment anymore.
Swordplay((Above Average))): Geoffrey is quite adept at swordplay, a requirement for service in the military.
Equipment:
Green Lion’s Armor((Steel)): Beautiful, deep green plate armor, a gift to him from his beloved Rebecca on the eve of their wedding day. He wears it proudly, in memory of her. A stark contrast to his forlorn face, it shines brightly and pierces even the darkest night with it’s proud brilliance.
Green Lion’s Bane((Steel)): A long sword that belongs to his armor. The hilt is a lion’s head, and the blade comes out from the maw of the beast.
Portrait of Geoffrey
Name: Geoffrey(JOFF-rey) Antigonus
Age: 53
Race: Human
Hair Color: Pepper Grey strikes through black hair.
Eye Color: Murkish Brown
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 162lbs
Occupation: Scholar/Writer
Personality: Geoffrey is a man who finds fascination and entertainment in higher thinking. As such, he is very scholarly, and a very philosophical man. He is someone who finds interest in the most mundane things. For example, he has been known to spend an entire day sitting on a park bench, debating why the lark decided to nest in that particular tree. Perhaps a bit pointless, are his studies at times, but it doesn’t matter, Geoffrey loves it, and is adamant in it’s importance.
He is a bumbler of words to others, and isn’t at all good at public speaking. He much rather right his ideas down, and is the author of many books, ranging from the very serious subjects of warfare, to the fanciful fiction children so lavishly eat up. While his eloquent wordplay on parchment is well received, he has never gotten much money from his writing. This doesn’t bother him though, as it is simply something he loves.
Geoffrey is fairly successful at breaking the ice, but it is nothing exceptional. Most friends he holds are fellow scholars and writers, and he is not well received by the masses, for they view him as ‘stuck-up’. This is far from the truth however, as Geoffrey sees himself as no more a man than the poor farmer, who is forced to work like a horse to feed his family. In fact, Geoffrey has a number of alias’ that he uses to move about unnoticed in the middle and lower classes. It gives him a unique chance to escape his world, and live as simply another average joe, which often gives him great ideas for his writing.
Since the rape and murder of his wife, Rebecca, Geoffrey has sunken into a state of depression, and has become increasingly violent and hell bent on finding some form of revenge. He has cast away his leisure, and now only wishes for alleviation of his pain.
Appearance: A very stately man, Geoffrey is often mistaken for someone of Noble origin. Standing squarely at six feet, and weighing one-hundred-and-sixty-two pounds, Geoffrey is a tall, lean man. He is surprisingly fit for a fifty-three year old man, and can hold his own in a fight. His demeanor is of someone who knows his capabilities, and knows exactly when he’s had enough.
His face is stern and strong, and he holds a strange attraction to women, despite his age. His eyes are veiled by heavy, sharp brows, and show signs of great age; As if they have seen more then they should have. His nose is large and curved, and is prominent on his face. While his sleek, black hair is combed back, and tucked behind his ears. Wisps of white hair streak along his hair, and give the very distinct impression of the moonlight stream flowing through the lightless banks of the river.
His body is hardened over years and years of training and military tours. And show signs of his battles, scars running rampant along his body. He is most often clothed in fine material, and is often seen in regal military attire: A moss green tunic and fitted, deep green silk leggings, black leather military boots, lion crested military shoulders, and a simple deep green breastplate.
History: Born to an upper-class family in Radasanth, Geoffrey was raised to be one of the ‘elite’ of Corone. From as early as six, Geoffrey was taught the way of statecraft and mathematics. He would spend many years enduring the instructions of teacher after teacher, until he turned eighteen. He had been taught the rudimentary military teachings by then, and the art of warfare intrigued him. As such, he signed up with the Corone Militia, and was trained as a foot soldier. He would spend most of his military career as a simple soldier, and only participated in three tours, before retiring to take up more scholarly activities.
He was twenty-three when he wrote his first book Art and War, and was greeted with an offer to come back as a field commander, he declined, as he knew he was no where near the capabilities of a field comander. He would take part in many political avenues and jobs, but he never got anywhere in them. So, he returned to writing, and published a number books. He never became a true writer, but it suited him, and he was content with what was given unto him.
At twenty-four years of age, Geoffrey met twenty year old Lady Rebecca Kingsley , youngest daughter of House Kingsley. A rich merchant house in Radasanth. Geoffrey and Rebecca quickly became close friends, sharing many of the same interests and ideas. They soon began a romantic relationship with each other, and became inseparable. Geoffrey would accompany Rebecca and her family on their trips, and on one such occasion, they married. Rebecca would leave house Kingsley and live with Geoffrey.
Together they lived a happy, simple life. Geoffrey had forgone most of his family’s wealth for a less lavish life, as it never seemed to fit him. Rebecca would give birth to their daughter Isolde Antigonus when she was twenty-one, and they seemed to live a happy, stable life. For the next nine years, they would live such a life. At thirty-four years of age, Geoffrey’s simple life would be destroyed.
The particular night was dreary and moonless, in the middle of a particularly bad heat-wave. During the night, while Geoffrey, Rebecca, and Isolde slept, a group of three criminals slipped into the house from one of the open windows. They purposely broke a mirror hanging in the hall to wake Geoffrey, and when he went to investigate, they subdued him, quite effectively. And before he knew it, he was bound and gagged, and he could here the cried of his wife. The cries and pleas unheard to the criminals still sting Geoffrey’s mind. He struggled, and he was kicked, and he struggled some more, and he was kicked some more. Finally, they lifted his body up and turned him to face his bedroom. What he saw destroyed him utterly. They were raping Rebecca. He clenched his eyes shut, and tried as hard as he could, but he could do nothing. They forced him to watch his wife be defiled, then killed.
An afterthought was for Isolde, where was she?!? She had not come to her mother’s cries, and the three men couldn’t find her. Geoffrey hoped with all his heart she had gotten away. As the guards turned their attention to the know broken man in front of them, they sneered hatefully. They had been sent here by a rival merchant, who had been suffering from the Kingsley Family. These men were to break him, and to send a message to House Kingsley. It worked, oh yes it worked.
For the next nineteen years Geoffrey would steadily sink, until he could no longer bear anything that resembled Rebecca or Isolde, for he never could find her. He searched for years without fortune, and the best he could hope for was her well being someplace where she was safe. Although he believed, in his heart, she was gone. He would get any work he could, and sporadically, he would commission writing for businesses or the like, but he never again experienced the same elation for the drag of the inked quill along parchment.
Just recently, Geoffrey has gathered some information of the fall of House Calipsa, and the scattering of the Calipsa family. At first it mattered to him not, until he discovered the reasons for their fall. Extortion, murder, you name it, they did it. Having peaked his interest, Geoffrey used his knowledge of Statecraft to discern that house Calipsa was indeed the house responsible for Rebecca’s death. He would exact bloody revenge.
Skills:
Statecraft((Well Versed)): Geoffrey is well versed in the art of statecraft, as his upbringing required. Now, however, he has sunk into a state of despair and depression, and statecraft is not on his mind.
Tactics((Slightly Above Average)): Having served in the military for a number of years, Geoffrey is fairly knowledgeable about tactics.
Writers Craft((Well Versed)): A master of the literary word, Geoffrey can create a belletristic masterpiece in a snap. Unfortunately, he shies away from writing, and he very rarely writes for entertainment anymore.
Swordplay((Above Average))): Geoffrey is quite adept at swordplay, a requirement for service in the military.
Equipment:
Green Lion’s Armor((Steel)): Beautiful, deep green plate armor, a gift to him from his beloved Rebecca on the eve of their wedding day. He wears it proudly, in memory of her. A stark contrast to his forlorn face, it shines brightly and pierces even the darkest night with it’s proud brilliance.
Green Lion’s Bane((Steel)): A long sword that belongs to his armor. The hilt is a lion’s head, and the blade comes out from the maw of the beast.