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Jeor.
Name: Jeor Varyn. For a long time, he refused to bare the name of his father. After being legitimized by King Charles, Jeor has taken to the name affectionately.
Full Titles: Commander of the Kaiserwache, or King's Guard. He began his service beneath Charles, and has continued to serve in his position beneath Peter Hallon. Lately, Jeor has taken to guarding Princess Alison Kane; and has, since then, grown extremely close to the woman. Lord of house Varyn. After the disappearance of his brother Godric, Jeor stepped up to the mantle of Varyn. Herr Jeor of Varyn, Statehaller of Sudstaat and Earl of Varynhalle.
Nickname/Alias: Bastard, much to his chagrin and anger. He hates the name, albeit one man once told him to wear the name alike armour, so that it may never be used against him.
Cripplemaker: A name given to him by Vladislaw of Walanescu, a referent to Jeor's tendency to damage the appendages of folks. Namely Azgir and Cymic.
Varyn: A reference to his surname.
KEY INFORMATION:
Gender:
Male, perhaps the epitome of so.
Race:
A human entirely, and he wouldn't rather be anything else.
Social Status:
Known amongst many. His father's reputation has certainly paved some way for his name. A noble known amongst the people of Anhald's holdings.
Sexuality:
Entirely heterosexual, he has had several flings with different women, although he has never settled down. Duty over love. Alison is unattainable.
Height:
He stands at an impressive, well-built 6'6. The man would claim the height comes from his father, although he never met the man.
Weight:
Approximately 235 pounds of nearly solid muscle, with thick limbs and a core forged of hard slabs of sinew. Jeor endures a daily exercise regiment to maintain his admirable build.
Homeland:
The North. A nameless fortress filled with only men, where Jeor lived until the age of 16.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build:
Thick, muscle-bound layers of flesh over a sturdy skeleton. He stands tall and proud, with a sharp face often obscured by a thick beard. Even in his thick plate, the man's stature fills out any form of clothing.
Hair:
A dark, dark brown. It would look black to the eye, he sports, traditionally, a healthy beard around his sharp jaw.
Eyes:
A stormy grey, filled most often with an unapproachable gaze.
Skin:
Mostly unmarked, several scars upon his body in places; a deep, twisted scar above his left eyebrow. Scars upon his wrist from the teeth of an undead.
Identifying Marks:
He has a tendency to stare, with dark eyes. His height and stature are notable, certainly. His plate armor.
Appearance:
Unamused, probably rather grumpy. He wouldn't look the type to approach for a conversation on the weather.
Clothing:
Often seen clad in his plate armour; the ivory white plate glimmering in all its glory, accentuated by the crimson cloak which is pinned to his thick shoulders by golden broach.
Weaponry:
Most often spotted wielding a longsword with the head of a bear fashioned upon its pommel, though he rather enjoys his poleaxe. The mace has proven to be a friend to him.
Prized Possessions:
His longsword, a gift from his late-father; his plate armour is special to him.
Hygiene:
Quite good, he enjoys to be clean. His hair is often left to hang loose, and he trims his beard when he may.
Voice:
Deep and dull. His vocabulary has developed quite a lot since he came south.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
Jeor is revered as an excellent swordsman, perhaps one of the best. A prized horseman and jouster, Jeor holds a strength in many combat forms, excepting anything relating to archery.
Intelligence:
Sensible, pragmatic. He always tries to employ a rational thinking, never wishing to act on ill instinct.
Languages:
Only common, which is fine by him.
Profession:
Commander of the Kaiserwache, serving the royal family of Anhald. Alison's personal guard?
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality:
Jeor is cold to those he dislikes, and open to those he enjoys. His fellow knights may see him as enjoyable company, and he will even crack the occasional joke. The man's duty in life is to kill and to defend, not to entertain.
Religion or Cults:
Ignis has been adopted by him, although he does not hold the same fanaticism as some of his counterparts or superiors.
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral, if any of them.
Name: Jeor Varyn. For a long time, he refused to bare the name of his father. After being legitimized by King Charles, Jeor has taken to the name affectionately.
Full Titles: Commander of the Kaiserwache, or King's Guard. He began his service beneath Charles, and has continued to serve in his position beneath Peter Hallon. Lately, Jeor has taken to guarding Princess Alison Kane; and has, since then, grown extremely close to the woman. Lord of house Varyn. After the disappearance of his brother Godric, Jeor stepped up to the mantle of Varyn. Herr Jeor of Varyn, Statehaller of Sudstaat and Earl of Varynhalle.
Nickname/Alias: Bastard, much to his chagrin and anger. He hates the name, albeit one man once told him to wear the name alike armour, so that it may never be used against him.
Cripplemaker: A name given to him by Vladislaw of Walanescu, a referent to Jeor's tendency to damage the appendages of folks. Namely Azgir and Cymic.
Varyn: A reference to his surname.
KEY INFORMATION:
Gender:
Male, perhaps the epitome of so.
Race:
A human entirely, and he wouldn't rather be anything else.
Social Status:
Known amongst many. His father's reputation has certainly paved some way for his name. A noble known amongst the people of Anhald's holdings.
Sexuality:
Entirely heterosexual, he has had several flings with different women, although he has never settled down. Duty over love. Alison is unattainable.
Height:
He stands at an impressive, well-built 6'6. The man would claim the height comes from his father, although he never met the man.
Weight:
Approximately 235 pounds of nearly solid muscle, with thick limbs and a core forged of hard slabs of sinew. Jeor endures a daily exercise regiment to maintain his admirable build.
Homeland:
The North. A nameless fortress filled with only men, where Jeor lived until the age of 16.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build:
Thick, muscle-bound layers of flesh over a sturdy skeleton. He stands tall and proud, with a sharp face often obscured by a thick beard. Even in his thick plate, the man's stature fills out any form of clothing.
Hair:
A dark, dark brown. It would look black to the eye, he sports, traditionally, a healthy beard around his sharp jaw.
Eyes:
A stormy grey, filled most often with an unapproachable gaze.
Skin:
Mostly unmarked, several scars upon his body in places; a deep, twisted scar above his left eyebrow. Scars upon his wrist from the teeth of an undead.
Identifying Marks:
He has a tendency to stare, with dark eyes. His height and stature are notable, certainly. His plate armor.
Appearance:
Unamused, probably rather grumpy. He wouldn't look the type to approach for a conversation on the weather.
Clothing:
Often seen clad in his plate armour; the ivory white plate glimmering in all its glory, accentuated by the crimson cloak which is pinned to his thick shoulders by golden broach.
Weaponry:
Most often spotted wielding a longsword with the head of a bear fashioned upon its pommel, though he rather enjoys his poleaxe. The mace has proven to be a friend to him.
Prized Possessions:
His longsword, a gift from his late-father; his plate armour is special to him.
Hygiene:
Quite good, he enjoys to be clean. His hair is often left to hang loose, and he trims his beard when he may.
Voice:
Deep and dull. His vocabulary has developed quite a lot since he came south.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
Jeor is revered as an excellent swordsman, perhaps one of the best. A prized horseman and jouster, Jeor holds a strength in many combat forms, excepting anything relating to archery.
Intelligence:
Sensible, pragmatic. He always tries to employ a rational thinking, never wishing to act on ill instinct.
Languages:
Only common, which is fine by him.
Profession:
Commander of the Kaiserwache, serving the royal family of Anhald. Alison's personal guard?
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality:
Jeor is cold to those he dislikes, and open to those he enjoys. His fellow knights may see him as enjoyable company, and he will even crack the occasional joke. The man's duty in life is to kill and to defend, not to entertain.
Religion or Cults:
Ignis has been adopted by him, although he does not hold the same fanaticism as some of his counterparts or superiors.
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral, if any of them.
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