|sir rictor cassul, korporal. (templars) wrote,|
@ 2013-04-11 05:00:00
|we've laid the cables and the wires, we've split the wood and stoked the fires. we've lit our town so there is no place for crime to hide. our little church is painted white and in the safety of the night, we all go quiet as a mouse. for the word is out: god is in the house. god is in the house. god is in the house. no cause for worry now, god is in the house.|
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PB: Jai Courtney
Character Journal: templars
Character Name: Sir Rictor Adelard Cassul.
Nickname(s): Ric to his friends. Often simply referred to by his surname amongst other knights. Korporal Cassul in formal contexts.
Age and Birthday:
Guild: Fighters Guild.
Job Class: Squire (12) → Knight (17) → Holy Knight (23). Specifically of the Order of the Silver Blades.
Weapon: A specialised weapon known as a gunblade, a fusion of sword and gun. The sword section is approximate to an one-handed claymore. The gun isn’t meant to be used as a sniper rifle, but simply as added damage to a melee attack (if fired at the same time as a close-range slash), and to add mid-range capabilities to his combat: if someone retreats out of range from his blade, Rictor can fire on them from afar before closing the distance once more.
Personality: At first sight, Rictor Cassul appears warm, funny, generous, and charismatic – a stellar knight with a sterling reputation – but he also possesses a blunt honesty that verges on cruelty. He believes that he knows better than most, and can therefore slipslide into patronising bossiness and intolerance. All his skill with the sword, and all his striving to be the best he can be, means he has a problem with humility and instead tends towards arrogance and strut.
It’s mellowed out with the years and encroaching maturity, but it’s still an issue. He was raised from birth with certain expectations: he lived his entire life preened for knighthood, setting his sights on the goal of sword and shield. He’s terrible at thinking outside the box and tends to sort life into simple categories: good and evil, holiness and heresy, men and women, the strong and the weak. When Ric was younger, he was a bit of a swaggering, privileged bully: his ego was bloated from being minor nobility and he suffered from middle child syndrome, his reach exceeding his grasp in an attempt to be bigger, stronger, better than everyone else. It was an honest goal: he wanted to develop a reputation based on his own merits, rather than riding the coattails of the Cassul name and his older sister’s infamy. Rictor also struggled for a long time with inadequacy issues, knowing that Aspel ‘beat’ him to knight training when that was supposed to be his purview as the male heir. So he used to lash out, becoming surly and intractable, hating treading in her footsteps rather than blazing his own path. He had incredibly romanticised notions of knighthood, and having his older sister dust him off and protect him wasn’t part of that picture.
But eventually, he grew up. With a younger sister to look after, a supportive family, hard discipline, training, and just plain growing up and maturing, the Guild largely beat the nonsense out of him. Ric mellowed out with the bullying, but also fell back on faith as his shield and became a bit of a workaholic. There’s a strange discordance in that he’s a playful regular at the local pub, a charming and flirtatious man with some vestiges of sharp, mordant humour – but he’s also a devout Pharist, driven by cleansing white fire. Rictor is aware that he has his flaws and doesn’t live up to the knightly ideal, though he tries. He thinks of most people as fallible and imperfect, and thinks it’s his duty to push them into being better – he’s big, brawny, and innately protective though he tries to disguise this aspect.
He was headhunted for the Order of the Silver Blades due to his single-minded drive, but he is not a perfect knight by any means. He’s loyal, devoted, dauntless, earnest, an obedient soldier and a living sword – but Rictor’s temper gets the better of him and he usually follows too closely to the letter. The man is unquestioning and dogmatic, following a set of defined, old-fashioned beliefs and creeds: he respects women but believes they ought to be protected and that they don’t belong as knights. Thankfully, he’s had to readjust his closed-minded mentality since leaving Kerwon and gaining exposure to the broader world. There’s more on heaven and earth than is dreamt of in your philosophy, after all.
Appearance: Tall and broad, Rictor stands at a decent 6’1” with wide shoulders and ropes of muscle. The man is built like a bull, seems comfortable with a weapon to hand, and strength is undeniably his asset: he looks completely at ease in chainmail and plate with a gunblade slung over one shoulder. His pale eyes seem cold at first, but anyone who knows him well knows that he tends to laugh, joke, and grin – the severe appearance is a mere consequence of Rictor donning his no-bullshit, professional knightly mode. He keeps his brown hair cut short (it tends to become an unruly curly mess if he lets it grow out, hence the military look). He has a solid build, and would undoubtedly develop a beer gut if he went to seed. But it hasn’t happened yet; Ric is still in his prime, a strapping young holy knight typically found wearing the white cloak and red cross of his order, with the traditional ornamental design of the Silver Blades proudly displayed. He wears gloves whenever in uniform or combat, to protect his hands from powder burns or the chamber of the gunblade overheating.
History: Rictor was born the second child and only son of Eriks and Selene Cassul, a pair of minor nobility in the heavily-forested continent of Kerwon. The family lived in the impressive Cassul Keep, with a long history of loyal service to the kingdom – the Cassuls were traditional in all respects and nursed some rather stringent gender roles: the men were knights, the women were dancers, and Rictor welcomed this world order with open arms. It was the way things worked, after all.
Aspel was his older sister by seven years, and the boy grew up in her shadow: it was only the two of them for a long time, and so they grew close. But Ric, for all his childish naivete, was still aware that something was slightly off – Aspel was like a square peg in a round hole, her enthusiasm waning for her training while Ric took to his like a duck to water. When he was eight, she finally cast off the pretense of dancing and decided to pursue a position as a knight, against the wishes of their parents. It was a formative experience for both siblings: Ric saw the turmoil caused in the household, their father’s rage and their mother’s grief, and became determined to not cause such uproar himself. He would preserve the familial stability as best he could.
Shortly after, their youngest sister Seloria was born, and the household readjusted once more. The youngest represented a second chance at having a Cassul girl become a traditional dancer, while Aspel (and Rictor) desperately wanted and trained to become knights.
The boy prepared as much he could during childhood, sparring with his father (he refused his sister’s offers) and practicing with the Keep’s master of arms, taking the horses to field and riding till dusk. Kerwon was a sprawling, sparsely-populated wilderness offering freedom for a young boy and master of the house. Rictor became an official squire at twelve, sent away to live with one of Eriks’ cousins and serve one of their own knights. Aspel tried to encourage her younger brother to think outside the box and pursue other interests if knighthood didn’t appeal to him, but Rictor was stubborn (like all Cassuls) and insisted that this path was for him.
When he was fourteen, Aspel left home. She sent frequent letters at first, providing advice and techniques that simply made the teenager bristle; to his later shame, he burned a good many of these letters. Ric was intractable and surly, refusing to accept help, and instead bent himself towards knighthood with single-minded drive, alone.
Which all paid off. At seventeen, he passed initiation relatively early and became a knight, moving to Kerwon’s largest city to serve and train in their Fighters Guild. The teenaged growing pains continued: he was, frankly, a pain in the ass to train at the beginning. He was recalcitrant, unwilling to accept advice, and is admittedly still terrible at admitting when he needs assistance – the man is prideful, just like his little sister. Ric carried an arrogance that came with entitlement. But he’s best when he’s acting as older brother: with responsibility on his shoulders, he wears it like a second skin, shaping up so long as he has someone to look out for and who depends on him.
But as he matured through knight training, Ric eventually came to the point where he got over his childish grudges and started accepting Aspel’s far-off aid. When he was nineteen and Seloria ten, the girl was sent away to performing school, whereupon she started writing long flowery letters to her older brother. So over the next few years, Rictor’s relationship with his sisters existed mainly in letters; Aspel’s waxed and waned in frequency, sending gifts and tokens as he progressed through his guild.
Rictor struggled as a knight, despite his talents. It’s one thing to believe you deserve a particular title, and another entirely to earn it; he tried to take on the code of conduct and chivalry, a backbreaking set of rules even for the most morally just. He was too reckless, too brash, too arrogant. He tried to become a holy knight and initially failed, but finally passed the test at twenty-three in 2009.
The next few years saw improvement with the young man slowly growing up in the Fighters Guild, coming to terms with the stringent ideals expected of him: to fear Faram and maintain His Church; serve his liege lord in valour and faith; protect the weak and defenceless; give succour to widows and orphans; refrain from the wanton giving of offence; live by honour and for glory; despise pecuniary reward; fight for the welfare of all; obey those placed in authority; guard the honour of fellow knights; eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit; keep faith; speak the truth at all times; persevere to the end in any enterprise begun; respect the honour of women; never refuse a challenge from an equal; and never turn the back upon a foe.
An incredibly daunting list of chivalric rules, in short. But Rictor was ambitious, always reaching higher and pushing himself harder, setting out to be the best knight he could be. Despite his immense weaknesses in some of the codes, it was still his life’s goal above all else, and his superiors noticed. So he was eventually plucked from the Fighters Guild and headhunted by the Order of the Silver Blades, sworn in on May 6th, 2011. The religious militia only took the knights with the most potential and religious faith, since they work directly for the Cardinal, have to vow not to marry, uproot their lives for constant travel, and otherwise live in the monastery near the Grande Cathedral. Rictor gave it all up gladly and moved to Emillion.
Upon arrival in the bustling Valendian city, he initially stood out like a sore thumb with his southern accent and antiquated notions. In the same year that he became a Blade, his younger sister – Seloria, now sixteen – graduated from her academy as an official dancer. Contact from Aspel also picked up, her phonecalls starting to drop more personal details than before.
He settled into the strict world of the Grande Cathedral and its Silver Blades and worked his way up through the ranks over the next several years, recently being promoted to Korporal. He’s had a string of relationships throughout his twenties, what with being a handsome holy knight traversing the continents – but constant travel and his dedication to the church meant that the relationships always fell by the wayside. The Pharist creed doesn’t place any particular restrictions on sexual behaviour, but the Silver Blades demand that their members remain single. It was a requirement of their enlistment to avoid warring priorities: God and country must rank above other concerns, including a wife. As a result, it inadvertently turned Rictor into a bit of a flighty bachelor, hopping on from one relationship to another if they grew too serious or committed. Despite the fact that Emillion has been his official ‘home’ for the past two years, he hasn’t actually spent much time in the city, instead packing up and moving whenever another Blades task called his attention.
Most recently, he’s spent the past six months escorting various holy relics between Ordalia and Valendia. Rictor’s confidential mission has finally brought him back to the city of Emillion, and with Seloria moving to the city and Aspel still blacksmithing there, it seems as if all the threads of the Cassul family are finally converging.
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