Post by Rook on Jan 6, 2018 3:08:04 GMT
Rook Baker, son of an Olreons Baker.
Appearance: Rook is five feet and ten inches tall with an athletic build. He has sandy brown hair that he keeps cut to a medium length, gray-blue eyes, a powerful nose, and a cobalt jaw. As many have put it, he looks like the prince or knight who rides in at the last minute to save the day in some tall tale or legend. Shame that is, since he was born about as far from a prince as one can be.
Age: 20
Biography: Rook was born in the seedy part of Orleons, to Johnathan Baker and his wife Elayne. Rook was to be their only child as Elayne died two years after he was born and Johnathan fell to the drink so deeply that another child seemed an impossibility. Luckily, Rook was a bright and happy child, and even though the father and son lived in a rough bit of the city their little home behind Johnathan's bakery was always filled with laughter at the end of the day.
When he was six, he saw it for the first time. A knight. He didn't know why, where the man was headed, but on an Autumn day he saw a man in full armor with lion sigil on the shield slung from his saddle ride a massive horse past his father's bakery. At that moment, he knew that the life of a baker, or any craft for that matter, was not for him. He longed to be a Knight.
Each week, he would make his way to the manse of an old Knight who lived in town after finishing his work in his father's bakery for the day on thursdays. He had learned that was the day that the old Knight went to church, and that he always returned home with fewer servants surrounding him than usual. So every Thursday, Rook shouted to his servants that he was strong for his age and willing to do whatever work was needed to squire under the old knight. Every Thursday, the servant shouted back a sound rejection. That was how it went for seven years, but when Rook was thirteen, a man in his middle years came and waited directly across the street from Rook. When the Knight returned, he greeted the man across from Rook as an old friend, and the man was welcomed into his home. Rook was so shocked to see a change in schedule that he forgot to shout his usual spiel towards the old knight.
So he waited, and not two hours after the Knight had retreated into his home, he returned, with the man who'd waited across from Rook. The man was himself a Knight who had fallen on hard times, which Rook had never thought possible. The younger of the Knights, Sir Payne, offered to make Rook his Squire, though he could not promise him a Knighthood til the young man found a way to afford a horse and armor. Without a thought, Rook accepted, and after alerting a father sad to see his son go, Rook was off to travel with Sir Payne as the man looked for a lord willing to keep a roof over their head.
It was a hard road, Rook learned to keep horses, cook, clean armor, keep weapons in working condition, all manner of things a squire must do. He didn't pick up a sword or spear until he was sixteen. With Sir Payne, Rook fought in a few short campaigns against bandits or skirmishes of a more severe nature here or there when he was near manhood. All the while, if there was an odd job that needed doing, Rook took it, and by the time he was nineteen he had nearly saved up enough money to afford his own armaments and a horse to ride. However, Sir Payne was gravely wounded in a battle with a small group of thieves, and though Rook was able to strap him to his horse and get him to town, the Knight died two nights later.
With a solemn expression, Rook spent his whole savings to afford a Knight's funeral, and then sold the horse. All he kept was the sword of the knight he had served, and he left the grave of his master in search of another once in a lifetime opportunity. He hadn't been fast enough for the first one.
Personality: Rook is generally warm, friendly, and polite. He enjoys making others laugh, almost to a fault, often striving to be the center of attention at the wrong time. He has a weakness for women, beer, and sweets, but he tries to avoid letting them get the better of them. The young man can also be too trusting, and rushes headlong into danger if he believes people have need of him. He also has trouble with silence, preferring to talk through what he perceives as an awkward situation, often making it worse.
Skills: Rook is adequate with a lance, good with a sword, and fantastic on horseback. He's also an excellent baker, carrying over from his time with his father, and he has a talent at calming down children.
When he was six, he saw it for the first time. A knight. He didn't know why, where the man was headed, but on an Autumn day he saw a man in full armor with lion sigil on the shield slung from his saddle ride a massive horse past his father's bakery. At that moment, he knew that the life of a baker, or any craft for that matter, was not for him. He longed to be a Knight.
Each week, he would make his way to the manse of an old Knight who lived in town after finishing his work in his father's bakery for the day on thursdays. He had learned that was the day that the old Knight went to church, and that he always returned home with fewer servants surrounding him than usual. So every Thursday, Rook shouted to his servants that he was strong for his age and willing to do whatever work was needed to squire under the old knight. Every Thursday, the servant shouted back a sound rejection. That was how it went for seven years, but when Rook was thirteen, a man in his middle years came and waited directly across the street from Rook. When the Knight returned, he greeted the man across from Rook as an old friend, and the man was welcomed into his home. Rook was so shocked to see a change in schedule that he forgot to shout his usual spiel towards the old knight.
So he waited, and not two hours after the Knight had retreated into his home, he returned, with the man who'd waited across from Rook. The man was himself a Knight who had fallen on hard times, which Rook had never thought possible. The younger of the Knights, Sir Payne, offered to make Rook his Squire, though he could not promise him a Knighthood til the young man found a way to afford a horse and armor. Without a thought, Rook accepted, and after alerting a father sad to see his son go, Rook was off to travel with Sir Payne as the man looked for a lord willing to keep a roof over their head.
It was a hard road, Rook learned to keep horses, cook, clean armor, keep weapons in working condition, all manner of things a squire must do. He didn't pick up a sword or spear until he was sixteen. With Sir Payne, Rook fought in a few short campaigns against bandits or skirmishes of a more severe nature here or there when he was near manhood. All the while, if there was an odd job that needed doing, Rook took it, and by the time he was nineteen he had nearly saved up enough money to afford his own armaments and a horse to ride. However, Sir Payne was gravely wounded in a battle with a small group of thieves, and though Rook was able to strap him to his horse and get him to town, the Knight died two nights later.
With a solemn expression, Rook spent his whole savings to afford a Knight's funeral, and then sold the horse. All he kept was the sword of the knight he had served, and he left the grave of his master in search of another once in a lifetime opportunity. He hadn't been fast enough for the first one.
Personality: Rook is generally warm, friendly, and polite. He enjoys making others laugh, almost to a fault, often striving to be the center of attention at the wrong time. He has a weakness for women, beer, and sweets, but he tries to avoid letting them get the better of them. The young man can also be too trusting, and rushes headlong into danger if he believes people have need of him. He also has trouble with silence, preferring to talk through what he perceives as an awkward situation, often making it worse.
Skills: Rook is adequate with a lance, good with a sword, and fantastic on horseback. He's also an excellent baker, carrying over from his time with his father, and he has a talent at calming down children.