Hey guys! I took it upon myself to go ahead and finish the card, as it seemed mostly everyone was on board with the idea. I also colored a bit of it with the color I'd like for his character, if possible. Not able to recall which were taken already but. Here he is! Hope he turned out well.
_Sebastien Laurent_
Edgar Velain
50-Year-Old Breton
31st of First Seed
Stormhaven, Daggerfall
The Lord Sign
PERSONAL DETAILS:
Alias: To everyone, including those he calls both family and friend, he does not go by the name given at his birth. This name holds a weighty legacy of shame and dismay that he would sooner forget, though knows he may never be capable of doing so. As such, instead of being known as Edgar Velain, the man has taken it upon himself to leave the name behind, taking his new life under the guise of Sebastien Laurent.
Sexuality: The Breton has always preferred the company of women, however his days of sweeping those lovely creatures off of their feet have been left behind. He had found what the young call true love, and then lost both her and it both. He knows there will never be another like her, so he has determined he must walk the remainder of his time alone.
Marital status: Widower
Occupation: The man, having long since left his former employ in the order with which he served back home, has remained unattached to any other cause or any other source of employ. As of now he simply takes on the guise of an adventurer, going where he feels lead, and doing what he feels must be done.
Residence: The man has no permanent residence to speak of. Instead he prefers to meander throughout Skyrim, making his home wherever he is in that current moment. This lifestyle brings the old man peace, his need to be moving ever forward, both in body and in mind, satiated.
Family: Those who he could actually call as such are long gone. His wife has been dead for many years. He has one surviving son, butt he refuses to reenter the boy's life. He had done too much, and been gone too long. There was no need for him to open old wounds.
Affiliations: He has former affiliation with a few knightly orders within High Rock, as well as a small but useful presence in a handful of courts and contacts, butt those ties have long since been severed after his departure. As of late he has carried followed no one's whims other than his own, and has become quite fond of having his own say in the direction of his life. It is a hollow fondness, but one that brings some semblance of hope for a normal life.
Political Views: The man has no desire to wade into the political scene himself, however he sees them as a necessary evil. He is content to flow with the change of law as is necessary, as long as his personal life remains unimpeded.
Religion: He once was a man of faith in his time as a knight to his country, his lips oft invoking the names of the divines in humble prayers or just before racing headlong into war. However, his reverence for them has faded due to the trials and tribulations he has lived through, leaving him to trust his spear arm over any sort of deity, divine or no.
Affliction/Disease/Ailments: None that are readily apparent to the typical outsider, or even those he is closest to. Whether or not he has become a master at concealing such issues is another matter entirely.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Despite his growing age he has committed to maintaining his robust physique. Though weathered it showcases hard earned muscles alongside the wear and tear from years of intense work and abuse marking every inch. He looks upon each mark with a sense of pride, each scar a story, each impression a tale of valor or survival. The knight, standing at a respectable 5'10, considers his body to be a tapestry, a tale in itself of a warrior who has lived life to its fullest, and yet still remains in impressive condition.
This theme continues once one's attention is brought to his face, a visage offering a permanent grimace. A piercing verdant gaze lies set within his worn countenance, framed by lean features as well as a strong jaw earned through consistent training as well as those passed to him from his predecessors. The once cool brown locks and thick beard have since faded into a deep gray, providing a mixture of both a fine, upstanding gentleman as well as a rough, tried and true warrior. These attributes all bring together the profile of a man who has felt he has seen it all, who has weathered the storm that was life and was left forever changed, yet never broken.
Voice: Low, Coarse, Monotone.
Video of Sir Vilhelm for reference of his voice.
PERSONALITY:
Were one to gauge the man upon his interactions with other people, they would view him as a fair man, understanding, though reserved. He has never been one to share his thoughts and opinions outwardly unless called upon or it feels necessary, so the view of him as such often goes unchallenged. There is a thoughtfulness to him, the feeling that no step is taken without measuring its consequences, no word spoken without an awareness of the weight it could carry. A desire to uphold to a certain internal code or ethic unbeknownst to those around him, one that he has crafted and tooled over time to meet his criteria. While one would perhaps view at as a former knight's honor, Edgar would not allow the lessons he has been taught and the countermeasures he has placed to labeled by something so simple.
Yes, the deeper one delves into his psyche in fact, the more complex he seems to become showing signs of a man who has been taken apart and rebuilt several times throughout his life, taking whatever grievances the world has thrown at him to only raise his head higher, grow more resilient. Each experience another layer of thick skin that continues to wrap him ever so tightly, shield him from the failures of his past and prepare him for any that follow. However, this barrier has a fatal flaw, the one mistake he won't ever allow himself to forgive, or forget. This crack in his armor foreshadows the chasm left within him, a breach that lies empty, a hollow and haunting reminder of the deeds that have left him to work this world alone. It hungers and pulls at something to fulfill it, to help it ease or heal, alas he has forbidden it, refusing to allow himself the comfort his heart yearns for. A fitting penance for the loss of the one thing that meant the most.
Positive Traits: Stoic, Vigilant, Dauntless, Gallant, Patient, Honest
Negative Traits: Cold, Distant, Calculating, Blunt
Likes: The thrill of battle, maintaining his equipment, quiet spaces, Reading, the tranquility that remains of former battlefields and ruins. Has a penchant for conversation, though only those he feels he can relate with on a certain level and he feels he can trust.
Dislikes: Intentional ignorance, racism, recklessness, liars. The unnecessary shedding of blood, wasted resources.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
COMBAT STATS/ DETAILS:
Preferring the thrill of close quarters combat to that of magic or shadow tactics, Edgar is a man who is always found in the foreground. Edgar prides himself in being the frontline to any battle, directing the flow of combat with his own two hands. To this end Edgar carries a great deal of martial training to the table, capable of wielding several styles of weaponry that fit within one hand. His most prized style however is one of the spear or lance, one that has served him for many years and has never faltered. In the other hand he carries a shield, though slightly worn he would never allow it to be seen as such both polished and fine tooled religiously to maintain his desire to remain at peak efficiency. He wades into battle with great fervor, allowing himself to become the priority of the onslaught while the others who are in his charge are able to focus on their own duties without as much distraction.
Class: Knight | Tank
Major Skills:
Heavy Armor
Block
One Handed
Other Note-worthy Skills:
Two Handed
Speech
Smithing
Lockpicking
WEAPONS:
As a fully-trained knight he had access to many styles of combat and weaponry that he took up in the name of the lords who commanded him and the people who depended upon him, as such, he prefers to carry his spear and shield into battle, preferring to engage in martial combat while keeping his foes at a distance, yet also is capable of using the entire length of the weapon to his favor, truly knowing every inch of that weapon better than the backs of his hands. It is of a similar hue of the armor he also dons, the rear ending in an unassuming spike while the top remains far more ornate, separated between by two separate spots where the hands are meant to grip. The spear head carries a more decorated appearance, sharing a similar look to the grips in that it carries the silver filigree that his armor bears. However, were one to get close enough to the embellished spear and ornamented round shield that accompanied it they could see many years of use have been put it into it, however it is through meticulous inspection and an almost religious maintenance that the signs of such would only be spotted by someone who understood the craft of another fellow smith. However, he knows that he cannot be tied to simply one weapon, as the nature of combat is unpredictable, and at any moment he could find himself disarmed. To that end, he also carries a sword fastened at the right of his hip, carrying the lion insignia that adorns the rest of the man's gear.
/GEAR/:
When in all his finery, it completes the look one would expect of an honorable knight of High Rock. Only the finest steel covers his form, each piece meticulously crafted and detailed by the very man who wears it. Themed in a deep blue and with traces of silver the armor is piece mail, placed over the protective covering of the under armor, the gambeson beneath sharing the same intense marine coloring. Bringing the look all together is an assortment of darkened leather straps and buckles fastening each piece to the stout breton's frame, making it feel despite its weight as if it were a second skin; giving him the feeling of being as sturdy as a mountain, without being over encumbered. However, the armor also carries small, various improvements added by him over time, the desire to keep his appearance aligned with the prim and proper expectations of his former order lost to time, while still keeping true to the man's desire to appear more than simply, capable. Over this, he often dons a thick, protective cloak, lined with the fur of a wolf around the collar, protecting him from the bite of the cold in this venture into this frigid land.
Laterality: Right handed
HISTORY: Once again, I ask to hold off on revealing his complete tale until I feel it appropriate, if possible.