VanGarrett
Lord of Altera
Name: Van Garrett
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft 3"
Weight: 80 kg
Hair: a light brown
Eyes: Dark Green
Skin: lightly tanned
Appearance: Normally simply dressed, not of an ostentatious nature.
Born into a family of the nobility, the VanGarrett's, Van Garrett is the son of the former Lord of Whitewood Castle, which holds dominion over The White Wood. Van's parents however, were slain in a wildling war in his early teenage years, but not before his namesakes were able to teach him the rules of life and the responsibilities of the Keeper of the Castle. From this unarguably early age, Van had a castle to run, and no ordinary castle at that.
Whitewood is an ancient and hallowed place where the purest forest in all of Altera does grow. So named for the trunks of its trees, but also for the pure air which can be sampled in the vivacious, but silent vales of the forest. Situated where the wilds and great civilisation meet however, means that Whitewood has been a place of great conflict in the past. The elves saw fit to ring the sprightly glades of the wood with an enchanted hedge. Yet these being outrageously friendly elves they decided they would create gateways, so visitors could come and see the forest with the pollen-rich air, golden sunshine and verdant grass. This, as all can probably imagine, was a foolish idea, and the elves soon retreated from the terrors of the wildling raids. Some say for the deep south, some say for the far north, but wherever they went, elves have not been seen in the area since.
Being far more pragmatic, the family of the VanGarrett's who had arrived, shortly after the elves' departure decided that the best way to protect the forest was to erect a stronghold, a mighty keep to ensure the wildling raiders from the East were kept at bay. It took many generations, but by the time Van Garrett was Lord of the Castle, the walls were complete and the keep impregnable. Over the years there had been a great many visitors, all of whom had stopped to say hello and marvel at the size of kitchen that lucky Van had. The kitchen had 24 furnaces and a fireplace big enough to spit-roast three creepers. Needless to say the capacity for cooking pork chops was quite considerable. As a result of this Van made it his business to make sure that all of his delightful guests had food enough when they stayed. Or if they had just come by for a nosey round.
One day Van went up to the old abandoned fortress of Ravens Nest for a stroll, only to find the Dwarf Mrbubbles! Bubbles had decided to renovate the old, decrepit tower that had large chunks of wall missing here and there, so to make a new home where he could feel safe. Fortunately for the Dwarf, Van wasn't up to very much at the time so he decided to help and moved in for a time while he helped Bubbles repair the ruins into something which might pass as a sanitary place to live.
No sooner had the renovations been completed to an outrageously high standard, that Van had to rush back to Whitewood Castle to repel a Wildling horde who had come from the East for plunder. Fortunately at that time mcgilvraymm decided to appear and he came to act as reinforcements to help repel such a savage attack as had not been seen for years. The horde was a motely of both Human and Tyran elements, as well as a bit of Troll and several Mountain Gnomes.
Unfortunately mcgilraymm was killed and subsequentely the walls were lost, the wildlings scrambling over the battlements at the south-east redoubt. Van Garrett led the retreat to the Great Keep, which was itself impregnable and so fought the remainder of the battle from there. From the lofty height if the great battlements of the Keep which dwarfed even the tallest of the towers of the walls, Van Garrett rained down an unstoppable hail of savage arrows which routed the Wildling force and sent them running from the hills from whence they came.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft 3"
Weight: 80 kg
Hair: a light brown
Eyes: Dark Green
Skin: lightly tanned
Appearance: Normally simply dressed, not of an ostentatious nature.
Born into a family of the nobility, the VanGarrett's, Van Garrett is the son of the former Lord of Whitewood Castle, which holds dominion over The White Wood. Van's parents however, were slain in a wildling war in his early teenage years, but not before his namesakes were able to teach him the rules of life and the responsibilities of the Keeper of the Castle. From this unarguably early age, Van had a castle to run, and no ordinary castle at that.
Whitewood is an ancient and hallowed place where the purest forest in all of Altera does grow. So named for the trunks of its trees, but also for the pure air which can be sampled in the vivacious, but silent vales of the forest. Situated where the wilds and great civilisation meet however, means that Whitewood has been a place of great conflict in the past. The elves saw fit to ring the sprightly glades of the wood with an enchanted hedge. Yet these being outrageously friendly elves they decided they would create gateways, so visitors could come and see the forest with the pollen-rich air, golden sunshine and verdant grass. This, as all can probably imagine, was a foolish idea, and the elves soon retreated from the terrors of the wildling raids. Some say for the deep south, some say for the far north, but wherever they went, elves have not been seen in the area since.
Being far more pragmatic, the family of the VanGarrett's who had arrived, shortly after the elves' departure decided that the best way to protect the forest was to erect a stronghold, a mighty keep to ensure the wildling raiders from the East were kept at bay. It took many generations, but by the time Van Garrett was Lord of the Castle, the walls were complete and the keep impregnable. Over the years there had been a great many visitors, all of whom had stopped to say hello and marvel at the size of kitchen that lucky Van had. The kitchen had 24 furnaces and a fireplace big enough to spit-roast three creepers. Needless to say the capacity for cooking pork chops was quite considerable. As a result of this Van made it his business to make sure that all of his delightful guests had food enough when they stayed. Or if they had just come by for a nosey round.
One day Van went up to the old abandoned fortress of Ravens Nest for a stroll, only to find the Dwarf Mrbubbles! Bubbles had decided to renovate the old, decrepit tower that had large chunks of wall missing here and there, so to make a new home where he could feel safe. Fortunately for the Dwarf, Van wasn't up to very much at the time so he decided to help and moved in for a time while he helped Bubbles repair the ruins into something which might pass as a sanitary place to live.
No sooner had the renovations been completed to an outrageously high standard, that Van had to rush back to Whitewood Castle to repel a Wildling horde who had come from the East for plunder. Fortunately at that time mcgilvraymm decided to appear and he came to act as reinforcements to help repel such a savage attack as had not been seen for years. The horde was a motely of both Human and Tyran elements, as well as a bit of Troll and several Mountain Gnomes.
Unfortunately mcgilraymm was killed and subsequentely the walls were lost, the wildlings scrambling over the battlements at the south-east redoubt. Van Garrett led the retreat to the Great Keep, which was itself impregnable and so fought the remainder of the battle from there. From the lofty height if the great battlements of the Keep which dwarfed even the tallest of the towers of the walls, Van Garrett rained down an unstoppable hail of savage arrows which routed the Wildling force and sent them running from the hills from whence they came.
