Post by Rickard Sutton on Dec 19, 2017 0:35:16 GMT
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Rickard Sutton
Rickard Sutton
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Appearance:
Standing tall at 6'5", Rickard is the sum of endless amounts of training sessions and a good meaty diet. His skin is lightly tanned and he keeps a rough beard set upon his face, not finding any real need to shave it until it gets irritating. His face is never serious for too long, he simply finds too much joy in life to be held down by any truly serious thinking. His eyes are a simple muddish brown and are not very interesting in themselves. Many hours of intense exercise outside of the keep have given him the qualities of a mountain, muscled and bulky. His stature and size have even lent him a nickname among the local pub goers, "Rickard The Immovable".
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He can often be found wearing suitable clothing when off duty, often times simpler less extravagant ware that reflects his interest in ale rather than appearance. When 'On the Job', however, Rickard wears his armor proudly, although it is a bit worn and less polished than some of the others.
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Personality:
Rickard is certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed. His friends, his comrades, and even his parents know it, but he hardly minds when they correct him on the 'noble' way to act, and the 'polite' way to speak. Years becoming a knight have sharpened his tongue only slightly, and if it were not for the generally understanding nature of Sir Ingram, he would surely have not made it to where he is today. He's a brute, finding pleasure in using his strength to impress people and to throw around those he dislikes. He was known to start fights before he had any real friends among the knights, but luckily they've kept him in check as of late.
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Although he is a bit more violent than his other comrades, he certainly doesn't go out of his way to begin fights every night of the week. He's well aware that if he did, then he wouldn't be in his position for very much longer. When he's not harrassing the latest outsider or slamming a few back with his mates, he makes himself busy with 'woo'ing the local female population. He flexes his muscles, breaks things in his hands, and encourages them to touch his arms to assure them that they are real. Needless to say, he's a bit full of himself.
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While he has many faults, Rickard is a fiercely loyal man, and he will be the very last person to run away from a fight if it means his friends are to stay behind. Another benefit of befriending the big oaf is the knowledge that he will always include his friends, never leaving anyone to stray for themselves on a night. He truly has a warm heart, but one must dig through a mess of arrogance to find it.
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History:
Rickard's life began somewhat mysteriously at the docks of a fishing town just north of Cendra City. It was there, in that small little village, that Rickard's father discovered him. He was left in a crate full of silk bound for Cendra, abandoned by his true parents and left to freeze. The man who had discovered him was none other than the captain of the vessel meant to carry it. Luckily for Rickard, the man was a jovial merchant who couldn't help but love the idea of having a son alongside him while he ventured across the waves. And so it was to be, Rickard was pulled from the crate and laid down in the quarters of a fat and happy trader by the name of Sargo Sutton.
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The man cared for his newly found son well, dressing him and feeding him well until he had grown out of his diapers and into the loose pants of a sailor. He ran up and down the decks, finding the life on the sea all to endearing. He learned a few things from his father about sailing, but it was clear that the boy was no true man of the sea by a very early age. He always seemed to be more interested in his lessons about the honored knights of the land, asking to see them at the keep whenever they made landfall in Cendra. Soon enough, the boy's adopted father would grant his son's wish. At the relatively old age of ten, he was enrolled as a page underneath the honored Sir ingram. This was not to be the end of his relationship with his father, however, and he still visits with the aging captain whenever the winds bring him back to the city.
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Rickard fell in love with the life of a knight even though his tasks at that level consisted of only very basic tasks. He shined his knight's armor with dedication, brought his official papers around the keep with excitement, and truly flourished under the eyes of Sir Ingram. This changed slightly when he hit puberty. Although he still diligently assisted his master in his duties with courtesy and appreciation, the title of squire had grown his ego much past what it should have been. He felt that he was great, and the hours of practice with a blade in hand were hours where he felt at his best. Sir Ingram would note that the boy seemed almost uncontrollable at some points in the training, something that he was afraid to call a "berserk" tendency. A berserk knight wouldn't do, and so the knight often times brought down swift and harsh punishment on Rickard, teaching him the errors of becoming too zealous. Soon, however, the boy had become a man and earned his knighthood.
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He celebrated for three whole days, taking time to drink with strangers and friends alike before he was to begin his true duties at the keep. At many of these occasions was a man named Osric, one of his fellow squires that had grown to be one of his closest friends. After he was done celebrating and the daily life of a knight began, Rickard found himself in the tavern all too often, and his friends joined him in making merry whenever the shift was indeed over for the night. He carries himself well enough outside of that setting, though, often heading down to the docks to assist merchants with whom he'd become friends over the years of sailing with his father unload their cargo. The work is hard, and he is rewarded with a few coins and a good hard bit of exercise. He largely believes it to be the reason he is so well built up, but others would say it is only because of the training exercises. And that is largely how he carries himself today, a bold and arrogant giant of a man. Maybe you will make his acquaintance one day.
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Miscellaneous:
He takes care of his horse "Matty" every morning, finding the huge being to be a very good companion.
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His weapon of choice is a long broadsword which he carries sheathed on his back, finding a shield to be too cumbersome and almost cowardly except when mounted.
Appearance:
Standing tall at 6'5", Rickard is the sum of endless amounts of training sessions and a good meaty diet. His skin is lightly tanned and he keeps a rough beard set upon his face, not finding any real need to shave it until it gets irritating. His face is never serious for too long, he simply finds too much joy in life to be held down by any truly serious thinking. His eyes are a simple muddish brown and are not very interesting in themselves. Many hours of intense exercise outside of the keep have given him the qualities of a mountain, muscled and bulky. His stature and size have even lent him a nickname among the local pub goers, "Rickard The Immovable".
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He can often be found wearing suitable clothing when off duty, often times simpler less extravagant ware that reflects his interest in ale rather than appearance. When 'On the Job', however, Rickard wears his armor proudly, although it is a bit worn and less polished than some of the others.
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Personality:
Rickard is certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed. His friends, his comrades, and even his parents know it, but he hardly minds when they correct him on the 'noble' way to act, and the 'polite' way to speak. Years becoming a knight have sharpened his tongue only slightly, and if it were not for the generally understanding nature of Sir Ingram, he would surely have not made it to where he is today. He's a brute, finding pleasure in using his strength to impress people and to throw around those he dislikes. He was known to start fights before he had any real friends among the knights, but luckily they've kept him in check as of late.
[break]
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Although he is a bit more violent than his other comrades, he certainly doesn't go out of his way to begin fights every night of the week. He's well aware that if he did, then he wouldn't be in his position for very much longer. When he's not harrassing the latest outsider or slamming a few back with his mates, he makes himself busy with 'woo'ing the local female population. He flexes his muscles, breaks things in his hands, and encourages them to touch his arms to assure them that they are real. Needless to say, he's a bit full of himself.
[break]
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While he has many faults, Rickard is a fiercely loyal man, and he will be the very last person to run away from a fight if it means his friends are to stay behind. Another benefit of befriending the big oaf is the knowledge that he will always include his friends, never leaving anyone to stray for themselves on a night. He truly has a warm heart, but one must dig through a mess of arrogance to find it.
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History:
Rickard's life began somewhat mysteriously at the docks of a fishing town just north of Cendra City. It was there, in that small little village, that Rickard's father discovered him. He was left in a crate full of silk bound for Cendra, abandoned by his true parents and left to freeze. The man who had discovered him was none other than the captain of the vessel meant to carry it. Luckily for Rickard, the man was a jovial merchant who couldn't help but love the idea of having a son alongside him while he ventured across the waves. And so it was to be, Rickard was pulled from the crate and laid down in the quarters of a fat and happy trader by the name of Sargo Sutton.
[break]
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The man cared for his newly found son well, dressing him and feeding him well until he had grown out of his diapers and into the loose pants of a sailor. He ran up and down the decks, finding the life on the sea all to endearing. He learned a few things from his father about sailing, but it was clear that the boy was no true man of the sea by a very early age. He always seemed to be more interested in his lessons about the honored knights of the land, asking to see them at the keep whenever they made landfall in Cendra. Soon enough, the boy's adopted father would grant his son's wish. At the relatively old age of ten, he was enrolled as a page underneath the honored Sir ingram. This was not to be the end of his relationship with his father, however, and he still visits with the aging captain whenever the winds bring him back to the city.
[break]
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Rickard fell in love with the life of a knight even though his tasks at that level consisted of only very basic tasks. He shined his knight's armor with dedication, brought his official papers around the keep with excitement, and truly flourished under the eyes of Sir Ingram. This changed slightly when he hit puberty. Although he still diligently assisted his master in his duties with courtesy and appreciation, the title of squire had grown his ego much past what it should have been. He felt that he was great, and the hours of practice with a blade in hand were hours where he felt at his best. Sir Ingram would note that the boy seemed almost uncontrollable at some points in the training, something that he was afraid to call a "berserk" tendency. A berserk knight wouldn't do, and so the knight often times brought down swift and harsh punishment on Rickard, teaching him the errors of becoming too zealous. Soon, however, the boy had become a man and earned his knighthood.
[break]
[break]
He celebrated for three whole days, taking time to drink with strangers and friends alike before he was to begin his true duties at the keep. At many of these occasions was a man named Osric, one of his fellow squires that had grown to be one of his closest friends. After he was done celebrating and the daily life of a knight began, Rickard found himself in the tavern all too often, and his friends joined him in making merry whenever the shift was indeed over for the night. He carries himself well enough outside of that setting, though, often heading down to the docks to assist merchants with whom he'd become friends over the years of sailing with his father unload their cargo. The work is hard, and he is rewarded with a few coins and a good hard bit of exercise. He largely believes it to be the reason he is so well built up, but others would say it is only because of the training exercises. And that is largely how he carries himself today, a bold and arrogant giant of a man. Maybe you will make his acquaintance one day.
[break]
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Miscellaneous:
He takes care of his horse "Matty" every morning, finding the huge being to be a very good companion.
[break]
His weapon of choice is a long broadsword which he carries sheathed on his back, finding a shield to be too cumbersome and almost cowardly except when mounted.
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