Francis de Courtnay II


Lord of Altera
Age: Eighteen Years of age.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Social Status: Revived Nobility. No titles, no inheritance.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Marital Status: Unbetrothed.
Height: 5'11.
Weight: Healthy kg.
Homeland: Queensport, Kaltstaat.
Current Home: The Ranger's Guildhall in Linlea.
Date of Birth: 15th Floodlock.
{OOC: Born 15th May, 2017}
Wanting to create a name for himself. Fighting against the pestilence.

Conflict forces one to better oneself. It forces change, growth, adaption, evolution… or it forces death.

Build: Francis has reached adulthood and has grown into a man of relatively average statue and a build that shows the fruition of a life lived in search for knighthood.
Hair: It has been noted that Francis' wavy hair is red, bordering on ginger. It is kept fairly long and tied back when occasion calls for it.
Eyes: A sea blue, reminiscent of a sea storm.
Skin: Rather pale with scarring around his eyes, one upon the bridge of his nose and another upon his lower lip.
Identifying Marks: A small scar upon his chin.
Appearance: Francis, by this point, is shaping up to look the part of a weathered soldier with his nose visibly broken and reset, small scars littering his skin and a weapon never too far from his grasp. Despite all of this, he still seems to radiate his youthfulness within his demeanour and attitude.
Clothing: Generally extremely well kept, each item of clothing being immaculately placed. He sometimes spends far too much time making sure everything is 'just right'. The young lordling often clads himself in warm woolen shirts and thick doublets of varying colour. In recent days he has taken to wearing the armour of his Uncle to better prepare him for the fights to come.
Weaponry: Francis has taken to using a lance, a riding hammer or a polehammer as the weapon of his choice. A seax with a hilt of walrus tusk is always kept at his belt, regardless of circumstance.
Prized Possessions: His great-uncle's seax and a rather large ram's horn trumpet are both often found hanging from his belt.
Hygiene: As one would expect from a noble youngling.
Voice: Colin Morgan's Irish accent.

When something happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.
Intelligence: Francis de Courtnay is competent but perhaps naive, he works hard and excels at studies that he enjoys whilst slacking in those he does not. He often finds himself verbally pondering ridiculous questions to lighten the moods of others.
+Noble birth
+Emotionally driven

+People Skills
+Emotionally driven

+The Dark

+Common - First Language
+Lavoyarde - Taught by his Grandmother
+Rede - Taught by his grandmother and Uncle
+Elven - Taught by his Uncle
+Horgaahn - Taught by his Uncle

Profession: He is a soldier in the army of Duke Charles.

Honour is a fool's prize. Glory is of no use to the dead.

Personality: Francis is an incredibly emotion-driven individual. This is to say, he allows what he feels to drive him as opposed to logic.
Religion or Cults: Francis has been brought up in a Godly family, but knows that he is damned in the eyes of Synnove and all the divine.
Alignment: I do not yet know for sure probably inclined to neutral, unsure if it is lawful or chaotic.
Short Term Goals:
Long Term Goals:
-Mastery of the Arcane.
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Elizabeth Kane - NIAH
His first friend. He feels guilt for not having helped her in the past, when she needed it, but intends to make things right now that he has another chance. Though he does not like how much things around him have changed since he last saw her and just wants things to go back to how they were.
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Y'know, usually I wouldn't jump to the "OOC hate!!!1!" comment, but that was just uncalled for. Do I even need to say why?


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"16 year old dies after defending himself against a grown man who licked him in the ear. Witnesses did nothing to help." - news headline
..Please send an actual report to Imm and I with logs or time of day and igns involved. We can't do much with a random quote by someone else