Post by luther on Mar 25, 2009 23:22:35 GMT 1
`LUTHER BLEDRI AP CADDOCK!
`VERY GOOD LIKE DANCING BEARS !!
NICKNAMES
AGE 32
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY Welsh
RELIGON Catholic
SEXUALITY Straight
STATUS Taken, although rarely stays faithful for more than a few months
OCCUPATION OR GRADE Soldier & Guard
PLAYED BY Henry Cavill
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`WHAT DID YOU SAY LAVENDER BOY!
• Women, his wife mainly but what can a man do if his eyes stray once in a while?
• Mead and ale in copious amounts in his tankard.
• His mates, Luther has no patience for the poncy nobles that swan around the place.
• The Trip Inn, filled with his two favourite things; women and mead, perfect.
• Money, all though this is particularly hard to come by at the moment.
• His kids, Henry or Harry as he’s affectionately known and Beth; their youthful naivety is endearing.
• His Ma that still lives in their quaint little cottage on the Welsh moors and still rebukes her son for his philandering ways.
• The welsh rain, marshes, fresh air and mountains; pretty much Wales in whole.
LUTHER DISLIKES
• Nobles; poncy arses that are too far concerned with the creases in their velvet then the welfare of their family.
• Politics, it’s merely a word made by men with more horses than sense to fool their boys off to fight for a pathetic errand.
• Wine, why spend your money when you could blag a tankard of mead for a copper?
• Robin Hood and his merry band of idiots. Don’t get him wrong, Luther wholly agrees with the cause but being knocked out by a bloke in a multi coloured jumper and being pick pocketed by a git whilst trying to enjoying a quiet drink sullied his outlook on the men.
• In justice, being brought up in relative poverty affords him the opportunity to empathize with those starving. This also fuels his dislike for nobles and whenever he has the opportunity her donates what little money he has.
• Archery. Why use a sodding pointy stick when you can use a man’s weapon? This is mainly due to Luther’s utter incompetence with the implement.
• His brother Teren who seems intent on demeaning him now that he’s got a well fashioned job as a merchants apprentice.
• The summer, he ends up looking like a unbleached tomato, it’s usually in these instances that he misses the welsh drisel.
FEARS
• His wife and son leaving him. Bless her heart the saint puts up with far too much and Harry deserves so much better than him.
• Being sought out for supporting King Richard or at least Robin Hood’s cause. Thumbscrews aren’t a particularly attractive proposition.
SECRETS
• Back in Wales, shortly after his seventeenth Birthday his sister Gladriel was taken by force to a man’s bed. The man, by the name of Chester of Dean was later found out to have taken numerous maidens to quell his own needs despite their adamant protests. In a fit of unbridled rage Luther and his elder brother Rhys took it upon themselves to punish the man. They brutally castrated him before slitting his throat and throwing his blood parched body into the nearest Brue. Shortly after woods his widow hailed the towns mercenaries for the killer to be caught and Luther fled to England eventually finding himself in Nottingham. Nearly twenty years later the image of his face, contorted in pain refuses to leave him and he turned it upon himself to repent and punish those who needed it by becoming a guard. Yet it seems to him than those who are hangings here are even less just than the murder of Chester.
• He has at least two bastard children that he knows of. One a daughter named Livvy whose thirteen and whom he regularly see’s as a simple friend of her mother and another girl called Aureon who is four and who he has seen only once after her ill fated birth. Luther pays both women a small sum of money and he is fairly sure his wife has cottoned on to where ten silver coins disappear each month, not that she’d ever speak up.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
• Luther is known as the joker within his legion of soldiers, always up for a laugh whether it be for a bet or a simple mockery of their superior, Luther is always up for it. His humour has got him in severe trouble in the past and he is often being reprimanded for his foolish and childish behaviour. On one such occasion he took a bet offering him three gold coins if he could seduce twenty women in three hours, needless to say his wife nor the husband of one of the women was particularly happy and he ended up with a rather nasty black eye the next day.
• Following on from the previous point, Luther is a ladies’ man just as his brothers and father before him. He isn’t one to resist a pretty lady whether pauper or queen he’d bed them the same. He’s almost positive that he has more than two bastards and yet his wife so fervently puts up with him whether out of love or fear of being abandoned if she were to confront him.
• Luther is a pretty emphatic man, often feeling and sympathising with the legions of peasants that beg and grope for a semblance of money. Having lived in relative destitution for the majority of his life he can relate easily and often ends up the few coins he owns to those living under the bridges and in the doorways of Nottingham town.
• The young soldier is generally amiable and enjoys nothing more than simply sitting within the company of his family or friends with a tankard of mead.
• Despite betraying his wife for the want of other female company, he is fiercely protective over his family especially his two young children who he’s lay down his life for. Whenever they’re in trouble whether it be with the knights, nobles or poverty Luther always stands up for what is right. He would stay with his wife through thick and thin, his love after all these years has never faltered and every time he lies with another the familiar pain of guilt floods his chest and he wills that this time would be the last time although it never is.
• Despite being a fairly placid member of the guard, when riled Luther had an exceeding vicious temper. This rarely shows save to his wife in the heat of an argument and those that cross him or his family.
• Since his brutal murder of Chester of Dean Luther holds an innate air of guilt about him. He knows that the man should have been killed regardless, yet how he did away with him and the screams of pain will never leave his weary mind. In another aspect his flitting between women also oddly resembles Chester’s own rapes and the thought always repulses him enough to repent for his adultery the next day in chapel.
• Being a soldier, Luther holds a thick skin to the pain around him. Being skilled with both the axe and sword he can readily feel the life draining from his opponent’s body and yet he justifies it as necessity, one that protects those that dwell within Camelot including his family.
• Luther holds a bitter resentment for the wealthier classes not merely for the degrading treatment of those in his own bracket but the un-fairness that surrounds their whole existence. How is it right that a man that breaks his back in the fields dies in poverty whilst a man who lives on the benefits of others is doted upon with wealth and women?
• Luther is exceedingly dedicated to his post no matter how menial it may be. He deems it a well respected and courageous position to fight beside great men, despite not wholly believing the cause.
PARENTS:[/b] Caddock ap Bradwell & Arwydd Elias
SIBLINGS:[/b] (The sons take ‘ap’ and then their fathers name whereas girls merely take their mother’s maiden name)
• Rhys ap Caddock: 41
• Gladriel Turner (previously Elias): 32
• Teren ap Caddock: 21
• Breck ap Caddock: 16
• Adara Elias: 14
SPOUSE:[/b] Edolie Caddock; 24, they have been married for ten years now.
CHILDREN:[/b]
By Edolie Caddock:
• Harry Caddock; 9
• A still born girl named Georgie
• Beth Caddock; 4
Illegitimate Children:
• Livvy Hirst; 6
• Aureon Kinneas; 4
HISTORY[/b]
Luther was born to a relatively normal, working family on the outskirts of the welsh marshes in the autumn of 1158. The second child of farmers Caddock and Arwydd, he was doted upon with all of his parents might. His mother, a weak and somewhat feeble woman barely fifteen at the time of his birth lavished him in homemade sweet meats and toys; gifts from the local carpenter. His parents had a happy marriage and he was soon blessed with four more siblings, each rowdier and more spirited than the next. Growing up in poverty and relative isolation from the world forbade him the opportunity to become literate and to pick up English and yet soon he along with the local village boys began to roam towards the towns and gradually picked up odd phrases from travelling nobles.
As he grew Luther became fascinated with swords and the tales of valiant knights of the realm and longed to grow into the pages of history with them and so much to the behest of his family he began to practice with his brother Rhys, sword work and axes. He even attempted archery although he was exceedingly poor with bow. A few months after his seventeenth birthday, his fifteen year old sister was raped and molested by an English noble; Chester of Dean. In outrage the village lads took it upon themselves to punish the man and tracked him down to a remote corner of the forests before mercilessly castrating him before brutally slicing his throat and throwing his broken body into the river.
The week after, with blood still tainting the air Chester’s widow proclaimed to the mercenaries that all those involved were to be punished and in fear Luther fled over the border into England, eventually finding his way into Nottingham’s gates. In an effort to repent and to justly punish those who had sinned as Chester, he took it upon himself to become a soldier within Nottingham’s legions. After numerous raids and fruitless battles he grew war weary and turned to the less strenuous position of a guard.
Soon after his twenty fourth birthday he began courting a young woman, Edolie Siriah who worked as a maid to an obscure noble. Not two months later they were besotted and married in a fit of passion. Not six months later Edolie was pregnant and gave birth to a healthy baby boy named Henry or Harry as a pet name. A string of failed pregnancies and a still birth followed and the couple unfathomably drifted apart, Luther falling into the arms of other women and resulting in several ill conceived, bastard children. Soon, however Edolie was pregnant again and gave birth to a girl, Beth that became the apple of her father’s eye.
Now, four years on, His children are growing and the love has slowly returned to his fading marriage as he has forbade mistresses for the past two months. Slowly, however his allegiance to his Prince, Sheriff and the nobles that surround him wane and die.
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`WHY ASK HIM WHEN YOU LOVE ME ?!
[/font]Luther’s fingers absently flirted with the rim of his tankard as his bleary eyes scanned the dulling light of the tavern. Golden light flitted from sporadically placed candles casting streams of topaz light across the dilapidated building, throwing dancing shadows across his pale flesh. He was exhausted and yet he couldn’t readily bring himself from his mead induced stupor. Edolie would be in their cottage, flustering over Harry’s disarray and anxiously glaring at the door every few minutes for his imminent return that she knew would never come. He was too far enjoying himself to be moved by his wife’s sour mood.
It had been three long weeks since she had known another woman’s touch and as he carefully glanced around he felt his body mend toward the fine form of a passing wench. The rest of the guard were absently strewn around the tavern, harlots and girls lavishly adorning their laps as they smiled gleefully at their company, hardly aware that the women were robbing them for all their worth. He smirked as a young woman sauntered past him and he poignantly raised his eyebrows before settling back into his seat and smiling to himself, content and comfortable as he yawned and let his eyes drift shut.
He carefully brought a worn, calloused palm up to scrape absently over the light stubble forming over his jaw line. He was so bloody tired of all this politics, that git Vaysey was robbing them blind; his own soldiers falling into destitution by the very man they served, taxes! He’d have take an extra shift from Robert if not to get some new wool turnings for Edolie and Beth, bless them what with this unfathomable winter chill seeping into spring they needed all the layers they could comfortably wear. Harry’d be fine, just like his Da; strong and tough, he’d happily run around in the snow with nothing but linen breeches if he could manage it. He smiled contently at the thought of his growing boy as his eyes fluttered open to the splintered shutters.
‘Annwfn! I got to get back to Edolie, Rho, you’ll be sure to make sure they get home in one piece? You know Will’s wife; she’ll have all our heads if he comes home skint again.’ He grinned fleetingly at his friend, absently resting his hand upon the older man’s shoulder before heaving himself on stumbling legs into a standing position, tankard still in hand. The sun was setting, falling behind stray, midnight clouds as his unfocused eyes returned to his mead as he downed the remaining contents.
Smiling coyly to a young girl, a cat like grin that furled onto his face, he stumbled absently from behind the oak table and through the thick door. The cool air hit his face and he groaned, squinting into the darkened cobbles as his hand, outstretched grasped the stone building in attempt to steady his shaking legs.It was bloody freezing out here!This was utterly ridiculous, he could have been in the arms of a beautiful young girl and instead his sodding conscious had forced him to return to his sour moored wife and kids that he was sure, were the spawn of Lucifer himself. Luther smiled, who was he kidding? He wouldn’t have it any other way.
It had been three long weeks since she had known another woman’s touch and as he carefully glanced around he felt his body mend toward the fine form of a passing wench. The rest of the guard were absently strewn around the tavern, harlots and girls lavishly adorning their laps as they smiled gleefully at their company, hardly aware that the women were robbing them for all their worth. He smirked as a young woman sauntered past him and he poignantly raised his eyebrows before settling back into his seat and smiling to himself, content and comfortable as he yawned and let his eyes drift shut.
He carefully brought a worn, calloused palm up to scrape absently over the light stubble forming over his jaw line. He was so bloody tired of all this politics, that git Vaysey was robbing them blind; his own soldiers falling into destitution by the very man they served, taxes! He’d have take an extra shift from Robert if not to get some new wool turnings for Edolie and Beth, bless them what with this unfathomable winter chill seeping into spring they needed all the layers they could comfortably wear. Harry’d be fine, just like his Da; strong and tough, he’d happily run around in the snow with nothing but linen breeches if he could manage it. He smiled contently at the thought of his growing boy as his eyes fluttered open to the splintered shutters.
‘Annwfn! I got to get back to Edolie, Rho, you’ll be sure to make sure they get home in one piece? You know Will’s wife; she’ll have all our heads if he comes home skint again.’ He grinned fleetingly at his friend, absently resting his hand upon the older man’s shoulder before heaving himself on stumbling legs into a standing position, tankard still in hand. The sun was setting, falling behind stray, midnight clouds as his unfocused eyes returned to his mead as he downed the remaining contents.
Smiling coyly to a young girl, a cat like grin that furled onto his face, he stumbled absently from behind the oak table and through the thick door. The cool air hit his face and he groaned, squinting into the darkened cobbles as his hand, outstretched grasped the stone building in attempt to steady his shaking legs.It was bloody freezing out here!This was utterly ridiculous, he could have been in the arms of a beautiful young girl and instead his sodding conscious had forced him to return to his sour moored wife and kids that he was sure, were the spawn of Lucifer himself. Luther smiled, who was he kidding? He wouldn’t have it any other way.
`WE ARE ROBIN HOOD!
NICKNAMES AJ
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