Post by Josmyn Martell on Aug 5, 2012 11:21:56 GMT -5
Desired Character Ser Brenton Birkett
Character Gender male
Character House Birkett
Character Alignment House Baratheon of King's Landing (through House Tyrell)
Character Appearance
Ser Brenton Birkett is tall and thin, standing six foot three inches tall yet weighing only one hundred and seventy pounds. He has broad shoulders, a compact torso, and long arms and legs that are notably thin. With the olive skin and dark brown hair that is typical of his line as well, Brenton is considered to be the near perfect example of what a Birkett would look like without the input of another family. Were it not for his mother being a Serry, it would stand to reason that the young man would be even taller and possibly weigh even less.
Character's Goals
In order:
1) Gain prestige and honor above other knights
2) See House Birkett gain political and financial sway within Westeros
3) Secure the title of Warden of the South
Character History thus far
Born to the noble House Birkett, Brenton has had an upbringing both hard and privileged. As is custom with Birkett men, Brenton was taught to hammer and smith as soon as he was able to wield a hammer. When not slaving at the forge to complete a ceremonial sword, or construct a helm for a knight in the service of the Lord Tyrell, the boy would be sent to labor with the master carpenters - including his father - on various jobs across the Reach. It was not until he reached the age of thirteen that Brenton was allowed to have any say in the course of his life, and even then it held only minimal sway over his father's decisions. Though always longing for a life of chivalry and honor in service to higher-born families as a Knight - a vision quietly shared by his father - the majority of the teen's days were still spent hammering steel or hoisting lumber at the behest of Brandt Birkett. Lord Birkett saw to it that the boy was shown off before numerous Knights in the service of the Tyrell family, and numerous Knights in fact took interest in him. Despite being comparable to stretched taffy, Brenton could lift objects that appeared far too large and heavy for him, take moderate shots to the head and body from stray bits of metal and wood with little more than a blink, and had the utmost respect for those in authority over him.
It was Ser Wellington Tyrell who insisted upon taking the then fifteen year old Brenton on as a squire. Impressed by the boy's dogged determination to lift and hold a sixteen foot board of a three inch teak to mount on the inner hull of a ship - and the subsequent inability of the craftsman to fasten the plank on the first or second attempt - Ser Wellington went directly to Lord Birkett and questioned him as to the fitness of his son for martial service. Within two days time, Brenton was in the service of Ser Wellington, and was trained to fight much the way he was trained to smith and construct. Brenton was given lessons on chivalry, etiquette, manners and the meaning of being a Knight. He was taught of the Gods, both Old and New, and traveled the Reach widely, meeting a large assortment of people from all walks off life.
At the age of twenty, Brenton was Knighted by Ser Wellington Tyrell and sent to further study polearm combat. Being as tall and as unexpectedly strong as the young man was, the use of such a large weapon would make Brenton invaluable in large melees given the correct instruction on their use. It was under these pretenses that he was introduced to Ser Andor Fossoway, who agreed that Brenton's strict use of sword and shield proved a waste of an inherent tactical edge. Two more years of strict study in the use of the Bill saw Brenton turn into a theoretical terror for infantry and cavalry alike. Brenton lacks actual combat experience, however, and is anxious to put his learning to use in the name of King Joffrey Baratheon, the rightful Ruler of Westeros. The Tyrells have called upon their bannermen, and Ser Brenton Birkett has headed the call.
Character Personality
Family Members or Important People (Post your characters relations or people that are important to your character).
Brandt Birkett - Father
Genevieve Serry - Mother
Calia Birkett - Sister
Hugo Birkett - Brother
Ser Wellington Tyrell - Mentor
Ser Andor Fossoway - Mentor
Sample Roleplay (At least 200 words please)
There was the sound of rushing air and then a thud. A second thud followed, accompanied by a deep roar that ruptured the serenity of the dawn far more abrasively than the loudest rooster within the Reach could ever hope to. The sound of rushing air came again, followed by the thuds and the shout. A cloud of dust rose over the ground with a harsh scrape from steel grieves, and a steady pacing followed. Each step was augmented with the deep-tone of violently sliced atmosphere, the sounding of which only ceased with a loud bang, only to settle into the rhythm of thuds and shouts once more.
Ser Brenton Birkett was anxious to start the day - his day. It was his in the sense that this would be the day he was sent off on his first march to meet his first enemy on his first real battlefield. He'd managed to put on a good bit of his steel armor, as well as the entirety of his leather and chain mail, and was currently swinging his seven foot Bill around in the center of the dusty and abandoned corral that Ser Andor used for training. "The key is in fundamentals and basics, Ser Brenton. A good foundation can withstand the flourishes of the loudest winds," were the words of his current mentor, words that made good sense in Brenton's mind. They would have made perfect sense in the mind of any Birkett, really, however they had been said to Brenton. Those words were Brenton's - Ser Brenton's - to heed if he were to live long enough to bring the name of Birkett and everything it stood for into the heart of every city of Westeros.
The young man put his weight forward and pivoted sharply on his left foot to turn one hundred and eighty degrees. As the right foot slid outwards, his left hand switched to an overhand grip upon the shaft of his weapon; both arms swung around to the fore in what was a blocking motion with the Bill held vertical, the head of the pole pointing to the ground. Brenton pulled down with his right hand and pushed up with his left with equal amounts of force, stepped forward with his left foot and brought an upward slice through the groin and out of the crown of his imagined opponent's head. The grip of his left hand was relinquished, and the right held fast as the blade at the end of the stick made half an orbit around the young man before being brought over his head and downwards before him.
His left hand hefted the shaft midway through and pulled the blade from it's four inch deep incision into the ground while he yanked his right hand back to his hip. Brenton was back to starting guard.
"Build and Flourish, Ser Brenton Birkett," came Andor's voice from behind and to the right. Brenton turned his head to look at his mentor, comrade and friend, "You serve your House's words truly."
Brenton stood up from his guard and held his Bill at attention out of respect for Ser Andor Fossoway. The man had taught him much, "Thank you, Ser Andor. I took some liberties with what you've shown me. I hope you do not disapprove."
The older man, clad in his complete armor, stepped into the corral shaking his head with pursed lips. His eyes closed briefly with a shrug, "You are a younger man than I, Brenton. So long as you remember to keep your balance, mind your reach and remember your other weapons, you are free to take whatever liberties you so desire with technique."
Brenton bowed ever so slightly, "Thank you, Ser Andor."
"See to your horse and your effects. We ride for King's Landing at the first strike of the smith's hammer."
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Character Gender male
Character House Birkett
Character Alignment House Baratheon of King's Landing (through House Tyrell)
Character Appearance
Ser Brenton Birkett is tall and thin, standing six foot three inches tall yet weighing only one hundred and seventy pounds. He has broad shoulders, a compact torso, and long arms and legs that are notably thin. With the olive skin and dark brown hair that is typical of his line as well, Brenton is considered to be the near perfect example of what a Birkett would look like without the input of another family. Were it not for his mother being a Serry, it would stand to reason that the young man would be even taller and possibly weigh even less.
Character's Goals
In order:
1) Gain prestige and honor above other knights
2) See House Birkett gain political and financial sway within Westeros
3) Secure the title of Warden of the South
Character History thus far
Born to the noble House Birkett, Brenton has had an upbringing both hard and privileged. As is custom with Birkett men, Brenton was taught to hammer and smith as soon as he was able to wield a hammer. When not slaving at the forge to complete a ceremonial sword, or construct a helm for a knight in the service of the Lord Tyrell, the boy would be sent to labor with the master carpenters - including his father - on various jobs across the Reach. It was not until he reached the age of thirteen that Brenton was allowed to have any say in the course of his life, and even then it held only minimal sway over his father's decisions. Though always longing for a life of chivalry and honor in service to higher-born families as a Knight - a vision quietly shared by his father - the majority of the teen's days were still spent hammering steel or hoisting lumber at the behest of Brandt Birkett. Lord Birkett saw to it that the boy was shown off before numerous Knights in the service of the Tyrell family, and numerous Knights in fact took interest in him. Despite being comparable to stretched taffy, Brenton could lift objects that appeared far too large and heavy for him, take moderate shots to the head and body from stray bits of metal and wood with little more than a blink, and had the utmost respect for those in authority over him.
It was Ser Wellington Tyrell who insisted upon taking the then fifteen year old Brenton on as a squire. Impressed by the boy's dogged determination to lift and hold a sixteen foot board of a three inch teak to mount on the inner hull of a ship - and the subsequent inability of the craftsman to fasten the plank on the first or second attempt - Ser Wellington went directly to Lord Birkett and questioned him as to the fitness of his son for martial service. Within two days time, Brenton was in the service of Ser Wellington, and was trained to fight much the way he was trained to smith and construct. Brenton was given lessons on chivalry, etiquette, manners and the meaning of being a Knight. He was taught of the Gods, both Old and New, and traveled the Reach widely, meeting a large assortment of people from all walks off life.
At the age of twenty, Brenton was Knighted by Ser Wellington Tyrell and sent to further study polearm combat. Being as tall and as unexpectedly strong as the young man was, the use of such a large weapon would make Brenton invaluable in large melees given the correct instruction on their use. It was under these pretenses that he was introduced to Ser Andor Fossoway, who agreed that Brenton's strict use of sword and shield proved a waste of an inherent tactical edge. Two more years of strict study in the use of the Bill saw Brenton turn into a theoretical terror for infantry and cavalry alike. Brenton lacks actual combat experience, however, and is anxious to put his learning to use in the name of King Joffrey Baratheon, the rightful Ruler of Westeros. The Tyrells have called upon their bannermen, and Ser Brenton Birkett has headed the call.
Character Personality
Family Members or Important People (Post your characters relations or people that are important to your character).
Brandt Birkett - Father
Genevieve Serry - Mother
Calia Birkett - Sister
Hugo Birkett - Brother
Ser Wellington Tyrell - Mentor
Ser Andor Fossoway - Mentor
Sample Roleplay (At least 200 words please)
There was the sound of rushing air and then a thud. A second thud followed, accompanied by a deep roar that ruptured the serenity of the dawn far more abrasively than the loudest rooster within the Reach could ever hope to. The sound of rushing air came again, followed by the thuds and the shout. A cloud of dust rose over the ground with a harsh scrape from steel grieves, and a steady pacing followed. Each step was augmented with the deep-tone of violently sliced atmosphere, the sounding of which only ceased with a loud bang, only to settle into the rhythm of thuds and shouts once more.
Ser Brenton Birkett was anxious to start the day - his day. It was his in the sense that this would be the day he was sent off on his first march to meet his first enemy on his first real battlefield. He'd managed to put on a good bit of his steel armor, as well as the entirety of his leather and chain mail, and was currently swinging his seven foot Bill around in the center of the dusty and abandoned corral that Ser Andor used for training. "The key is in fundamentals and basics, Ser Brenton. A good foundation can withstand the flourishes of the loudest winds," were the words of his current mentor, words that made good sense in Brenton's mind. They would have made perfect sense in the mind of any Birkett, really, however they had been said to Brenton. Those words were Brenton's - Ser Brenton's - to heed if he were to live long enough to bring the name of Birkett and everything it stood for into the heart of every city of Westeros.
The young man put his weight forward and pivoted sharply on his left foot to turn one hundred and eighty degrees. As the right foot slid outwards, his left hand switched to an overhand grip upon the shaft of his weapon; both arms swung around to the fore in what was a blocking motion with the Bill held vertical, the head of the pole pointing to the ground. Brenton pulled down with his right hand and pushed up with his left with equal amounts of force, stepped forward with his left foot and brought an upward slice through the groin and out of the crown of his imagined opponent's head. The grip of his left hand was relinquished, and the right held fast as the blade at the end of the stick made half an orbit around the young man before being brought over his head and downwards before him.
His left hand hefted the shaft midway through and pulled the blade from it's four inch deep incision into the ground while he yanked his right hand back to his hip. Brenton was back to starting guard.
"Build and Flourish, Ser Brenton Birkett," came Andor's voice from behind and to the right. Brenton turned his head to look at his mentor, comrade and friend, "You serve your House's words truly."
Brenton stood up from his guard and held his Bill at attention out of respect for Ser Andor Fossoway. The man had taught him much, "Thank you, Ser Andor. I took some liberties with what you've shown me. I hope you do not disapprove."
The older man, clad in his complete armor, stepped into the corral shaking his head with pursed lips. His eyes closed briefly with a shrug, "You are a younger man than I, Brenton. So long as you remember to keep your balance, mind your reach and remember your other weapons, you are free to take whatever liberties you so desire with technique."
Brenton bowed ever so slightly, "Thank you, Ser Andor."
"See to your horse and your effects. We ride for King's Landing at the first strike of the smith's hammer."
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