Sir Markus Pelrison

[DeathsAngel]

For Oberon Castle
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Full Name and Title: Sir Markus Pelrison
 
Age: It’s hard to tell his age by looking at him, he looked somewhere between and somewhat all of the ages 20-50. But he’s really 26
 
Birthday: The equivalent of may 17th
 
Occupation: Knight and heir to the thrown of Elderon. He was sent to try and find allies.
 
Origin: Elderon (Description below for now)
 
Religion: Torens (Description below for now)
 
Hair: Shoulder-length, straight and black. It shows signs that he didn’t really take all that good care of it, nor washed it very often.
 
Eyes: Pale green, almost like the sea.
 
Nose: Slightly large but not too big.
 
Lips: Full, shows signs that he rarely smiles
 
Skin Color: Light brown from tan from working in the sun too long, almost as if he was stained all over.
 
Height: 6’4"
 
Weight: 174
 
Physical Attractiveness: Fairly handsome, but shows signs of eternal wariness which somehow makes it to the surface. But all in all, he’s fairly attractive.
 
Clothing: Armour, mostly, when not full plate than just chain. When he arrives at the capital, with a small political party, in full black plate, due to his rank at captain in Elderon’s army, with a white tunic over it, showing two silver swords crossing in front of a golden shield, Torens’ symbol. When he was to enter the building he would remove his helmet.
 
Mother: Was the king’s sister, Ellen before she died of a fever twenty-five years ago. She was known as the nicest lady in the palace, and she was, if you knew nothing else of her.
 
Father: Was a small noble until he married the king’s sister, now he was one of the king’s advisers, his name is Malkin.
 
Siblings: The youngest of five. All brothers died during the war. Adrolen(oldest), Pelore, Marle, Telesel(youngest)(then Markus)
 
History:
 
Short History: Markus grew up the youngest of three. When the king’s children died the throne would go to Pelore, the duchy would go to Marle(Adrolen and Telesel had died in the war), Markus would be knighted, seen as royalty, and maybe get a place at court, but that was all he expected, so it wasn’t any surprise that he made his life military, for that was what happened often to the youngest in a royal family.
His skills for strategy were seen when he was twenty-three, but he refused the position in the high counsel saying that he belonged in the field as captain. He could not refuse being knighted however.
So you could guess his reactions when the king ordered him to go to Elaria as an ambassador. Or to plea for help as he saw it.
 
Long History: Growing up being the only unimportant person in an important family was tough for Markus. It seemed as if everything he ever wanted his brothers got instead… Even a mother, who had died a year after he had been born.
But he loved his brothers, and they loved him. Except Pelore, who had despised Markus since their mother died. Malkin had given Markus a special care because he had to grow up without a mother, that had been what Pelore hated first about Markus. Pelore had been a snotty brat who had wanted everything and couldn’t get it because he was second born and his twin brother, Adrolen, being three and a half minutes older, got it all. He got the duchy at first, than he got the throne! Because Pelore could not take his anger out on Markus.
 
Telesel also got along with Markus, being the two youngest sons. They would, as young boys do, get into a lot of mischief. But as they grew older Markus slowly ceases such actions, Telesel did not. Caught sneaking a noble lady outside passed dark he was sent to the war, supposed not allowed to be fight because of his young age he did not agree and snuck into the forces leaving. Markus never heard from him since.
Even though he did not get along with one of the twins he got along extremely well with the other. When he was a toddler he would always go to Adrolen for things(including a lap to sit on), and as he got older he still clung to Adrolen.
He would often plea for his brother’s help to get Telesel out of his trouble he would get into. It was only when the war came and Adrolen was second in line to the throne did he and Markus start to part. Then the war came and Adrolen and Telesel had died and grief slowly sunk into the young captain. He decided to help in any way he could, so he went to his commanding officer and told him a plan he had thought might work in one of the upcoming battles. It did.
 
He was suddenly noticed within the counsel to be the smartest of the Perlisons, Pelore did not like the news. But when Markus was offered a position within the high counsel he refused. He told them that his place was out there “with my men fighting the war. I have my duties, sir.” It was not challenged too much, but he was knighted, though he argued that he didn’t really deserve it.
The day afterward, Pelore being drunk kept yelling at Markus about how awful he was, and how much he hated him.
“You scum! You think just because you’ve got some brains you are more important than me!” The man’s slightly nasal voice making an appearance.
“Do not start this, brother, I do not wish to hurt you.” Markus had protested. But Pelore had not stopped. The man hided behind being an heir to not fight in the war and yelled at Markus who would rather die than live in cowardice, and Markus told him that. Pelore was unable to attend to his duties for several weeks afterward.
 
When the king found out about his heir’s behavior he picked Marle to be the heir. Pelore died three months after he was sent back to war. Markus never admitted this, but he was not sorry for it.
Marle, however was much like Markus and would not stay at the palace. He died a year afterwards, and they would not allow Markus to return to active fighting. Though he disagreed he could not argue, being the heir to the throne.
To enforce this order the king sent Markus to Elaria as an ambassador. Or to plea for help as Markus saw it, he was not pleased with his new order.
 
The journey there they wouldn’t stop in any of the major cities, not wanting to attract attention to the fact that they had the heir with them and headed straight for the palace.
He had gotten to take his closest men with him on his journey, but he did not say much, his men knew why.
“Sir, you know that it’s the right thing to do. If the heir’s keep dying we’ll lose all of them!”
“I should not be the heir. I should not be king. I should not be HERE!” He yelled. “I should be back home fighting those barbarians and defending our home! Not in this gods’ damned place!”
“Sir, we need military support.” Another of his men commented.
“And who is better to go retrieve it? Me or Delorn?” He said mentioning an extremely good diplomatic person, who would have been the best choice. “I will probably end up hurting one of those light-headed noblemen and we’ll end up with two armies at either side!”
They had said nothing else on the subject for the rest of the journey. For that was too much a possibility.
 
 
Education: Strategy, math, writing, extreme amount needed for being a captain. All in all he has had a very good education.
 
Natural Talents: He can visualize something that normal people can’t. For example, he will be called to help plan a battle because he can visualize what will most likely happen, and 65% of the time it does. He is good and visualizing a long distance, almost like a map.
Also, he has photographic memory, but back then they didn’t know what that was.
 
Hobbies: Though most consider it a job, or workout of some sort, he considers his practicing with his sword(swordplay) to be a hobby.
 
Flaw(s): His biggest vice is gambling. He can gamble for hours, lucky for him he’s really good at it. He’s quick tempered, and tends to solve most of his problems very… Bluntly.
 
Personality: Usually a quiet, easy-going man, he has a slight anger problem. He has severely wounded several men, and killed one, though he never found out the man had died, because of it. But as he grew in age and experience he was able to control his anger, he doesn’t hurt people… As much anymore, but instead he just walks away. A couple times he was accuse of cowardice, but he proved them wrong very bluntly.
As a result of training himself, he is a very calm man, barely ever raises is voice, but if he gets quieter it means he’s angry, but controlling it.
 
He’s good with number and is a very helping man. He is in all the since, but romantic, a knight. He’s a gentleman and companion, but if you anger him he’s very good with a sword.
 
Introduction/Feel for the Character: They arrive at the town area of the capital. The man was slightly hunched over in dirty chain mail, and had a stubby chin. Wariness flowed out from him like water in a fall.
He leaned forward to ask a peasant the best place for he and his companions so rest, the middle-aged man pointed towards the main street.
 
The next morning, shaved clean and looking extremely better. He walked up to the palace, hoping the messanger had made it in time.
Riding into the courtyard he dismounted and handed his horse to the stable boy, his men followed suite.
Once again he wondered why he, of all people, had been chosen for this task, he was no ambassador! Plus he was the heir to the thrown. He mentally wince as the thought went through his mind. He hated that fact, but there was no way to get out of it, not with Bartholomew next in line. He was probably waiting impatiently for his uncle to die.
 
“Sir… Are you here to meet someone?” A young squire, perhaps, asked.
“Yes, I am Sir Markus Pelrison from Elderon to your south. I have come to speak to the highest ranking man I can.” He said without hesitation. The squire, trained to do as he was told and not to question, ran to find someone.
 
As Markus waited he thought of home and how it was faring, he should not have left, they needed him!
 
“We need you to do this!” His uncle had said as loud as he could have, just above a whisper. Markus had felt pity for the dying man, as he always had.
“But, Unc-Sire, I am needed here! My men need me here!” He had protested.
“No! You must go. I won’t die before you return.” He head closed his eyes to sleep.
“Sire! King Heno!” But the old man hadn’t answered. “UNCLE!” He had yelled.
“Do not yell at me, boy.” He had said, just above a whisper. “Your anger consumes you. Blinds you from your logic!” He had not open his eyes, and Markus had forced his anger down. “You must go, it must be you.”
“Yes, Uncle. I do not wish it, but I shall go.” He had turned and walked out before he could have change his mind.
 
Picture: I couldn\'t find one to suite him. If you know where I could find a good looking knight in black armour, please tell me about it!!!

[DeathsAngel]

((NOTE: This is a fictional country that I made up for the purpose of my character
NOTE: I put a reasonable size amount in here, if it isn\'t enough I can make more)

The Country and Army

At the southern border of Elaria is small country called Elderon. There are only three towns that can call themselves cities in this small land, they are called Yelin, Athrol and Mire, the capital.
If you travel you will find farmstead and small villages to stay, but what the people of Elderon call a large town barely amounts to a fair sized village. Do not expect greatness from this small country. Much like a regular country mountains, the people there are suspicious of all foreigners. The country was rich with greens and flowers. The peasants and the nobles get along, as much as peasants and nobles can. The nobles aren’t, largely, cruel and the peasants work well.

But the one exceptional thing about this small backwards country is their army. They pride themselves for their army, or it twas there army that gave them their meager freedom.
Trained nearly to death, taught that failure was no option, nor was surrender, the army has never lost a war. Of course, they’ve had very few wars, south Elaria has been peaceful for ages.
Until a far off foreign country, trying to make itself an empire has made war with Elderon. But holding them off for three years has made the country wary, and the small country is running out of resources, they need help.

The Capital

The only true large town in the country, and the army’s home base, Mire was the capital of Elderon.
Along the outside of the country holds dirt streets made from long travel, houses barely in a line, holds many shops. Latherers, carpenters, blacksmiths, and many other trades.

Upon passing the walls and entering the city itself you find yourself in a market, with people screaming at you to buy their goods, saying you won’t regret it. Small children offer themselves as guides whilst their companions pick your pocket, women in shabby clothes stand on the corner smiling at you and asking what you’re doing that night. Beggars beg, and gamblers gamble. But as you go farther on the streets clean up, even paved, children run and play, innocently, parents sew and gossip about what news their husbands had brought back the other day.

If you take a left on Belderon’s Road and walk to it’s shabby end, it’s said the old woman who lives there is witch! And the only reason she hadn’t been killed was because she was related to thing king himself! But no one has ever been able to prove such things and the old herbalist.

But, if you stay on the main, and only paved road you will find yourself at another wall, this one more grand than the plain one around the city. With small carvings which carve the symbols to the gods around it, it looks quite grand for the country.
The castle even more so. One like you would see in a larger country, for it was made in one, several centuries ago, before it broke off. White stones almost spiral up to a glistening dome, which, in the moonlight, seems to have stars of it’s on. Four towers on all sides, each with a spiraling pointed top, the guards walk on the parapet along to the next tower as their watches wear on.

Stable boys will take your horse and a young squire will lead you inside. There you will meet a military captain who will lead you up the chain of command as you visit requires.
Very strict an orderly, the entire palace and city surrounding seems to work by and hourly clock. The minute night falls families close down their shops, children yawn and head off to bed, and the military’s lights go out.
But as dawn approaches shops open and people are busy once again.

One peculiar aspect about this country, especially in the capital, the king insists that the children learn to read and write. More often passed over in the country side than the city, but still every child is given at least learns the basics. Six months before the war began the king had made it law.

The King

Extremely old, King Heno was a wise man. He had lost all his children in the war and his wife had died several years earlier. The thrown would go to his eldest nephew, who was away to Elarian to seek an ally.
If he was to die before his nephew returned the thrown would go to a young nobleman named Bartholomew, who was a conceited young man and would, at this dark age, surely kill them all. So he held on to his life for the need of his country.

Religion

Gorgrens) Gorgrens is the father of the gods, his wife is Formira, and the only god that comes close to his power is Torens. It was said the he was created by the universe herself. He created the Earth and all on it. His subjects our all who are good.
Gorgrens’ symbol is the Sun

Peniera) Peniera is the Goddess of light and the mother of most of the gods and Gorgrens’ wife. Some say Gorgrens made her so he would no longer have to be alone, others said the universe created her to help Gorgrens rule the world, but these things our awfully hard to prove. Often worshipped by peasants and nobles equally.
Peniera’s symbol is the Full Moon

Felroc) God of Dark. The god of death and such, a lot like Talon. He is more feared an respected. It is said that if you do something against his will he will kill you, and that’s how people die. Often worshipped by some nobles, but very few peasants.
His symbol is a gravestone

Torens)Torens is the god of justice, war, truth and strength. He is known to say the blunt truth and to be a great warrior of truth and justice. “The Lawyer’s” courtroom is the battle field, and his court hammer is his Sword. He is the greatest warrior of all the gods, and the most powerful, beneath Gorgrens, of all gods.
God of battle and war. A lot like the goddess Athena, he approves greatly of planning out strategies and such. Often worshipped by solders and knights, ect.
Torens’ symbol is the two silver swords crossing in front of a golden shield


Serenia) Goddess of peace. She disapproves of Torens but there is not much else I can say about her. She wants kindness, truth, joy, love, happiness and… Peace.
She is often worshipped by many and in a small way, by all
Her symbol is a lily

Isra) Isra is the youngest of all the gods and goddesses, like her mother, she’s somewhat of a trickster and loves practical jokes.
One of her major loves is of gold and “playing” Merchant.
She usually appears in the form of a Child dressed in a Golden Tunic, Merchant, or a Practical Woman, though mostly as a Child.
The High Priest of Isra is Misk.
Isra’s symbols are the Gold Coin, the Candle, and Child Hands Cupped, holding Light.

Morfa) Morfra is the goddess of women, maidens, mothers, and wives. Her temples help women in need and often did things that men would rather not do.
Morfra is also the Avenger of Women, meaning if something happened to a woman, because she was a woman, you can go to her temple, and bad things always tend to happen to the people who did it. Accidentally of course!
Morfa’s symbols are the Quarter Moon with a Sword shaped Star, the Pail and Cleaning Cloth, and the Ring.