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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:25 pm
Captain William Talbot & Cesambre
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Captain Talbot
Cesambre
The Choosing
Logbook
Sketches
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:52 pm
 
NAME Captain William Percival Talbot
AGE Forty-three
OCCUPATION Former officer in Her Majesty's Navy
POSITIVES Loyal, responsible, resourceful, fair
NEUTRALS Polite, well-bred, well-spoken
NEGATIVE Overly duty-driven, tendency towards alcoholism, impulsive, in the closet
APPEARANCE
Tall (nearly six feet) and dark-haired, though his hair is beginning to go to grey at the temples. The texture has become a bit coarsened from weeks spent on water and in the sun; he usually keeps it pulled back in a short queue that reaches just below his shoulders. His skin is somewhat weathered and tanned, but he has a strong nose and a good jaw, and his eyes are blue underneath strong eyebrows. He looks very much like an older Tyler Hoechlin.
He is built as one would expect for a sailor; his shoulders are broad and Talbot men tend towards a strongly built core. He is tall, however, with long hands and feet. His hands are strong, and calloused; he is missing half of his right ring and pinky fingers due to an accident. Tends to wear conservative coat, breeches, and neckcloth, out of habit as much as for any other reason. His one vanity is keeping his Hessian boots polished to a spit shine.
PERSONALITY
Will is responsible, dutiful, of gentle breeding and good manners; he is rarely seen to complain and has high expectations for himself and others. He has distinguished himself among his fellows by being resourceful, especially in times of duress. Aboard the Tempest he was known to run a tight ship and did not partake in any of a sailor's typical indulgences (wine, women, or dice), beyond a snifter of brandy at evening meals. This has given him a reputation as a hard man to please, which is not entirely inaccurate.
He rises early, eats well (used to eating at the captain's table on ships, he spares little expense on food), and dresses conservatively, even if some of his clothing is a little out of date. He keeps up with news when he can, but the life of a seaman means he often receives his news two or three weeks behind schedule. He enjoys writing letters to his friends and family and does so whenever he can; however, he harbors a very deep resentment towards his father that prevents him from visiting as often as he would like.
Talbot has recently survived nearly drinking himself to death when Cesambre grew into a beautiful Hind. Dragged back from the brink by Cesambre and Elias, Talbot was rather unwillingly put back into the life of a Chosen -- albeit one who was due to ship off to Nipoor in a few weeks, since he was also a sea captain. Since the Spring Equinox and the appearance of Gwyn and the wolves, however, Talbot has forked over much of his winnings as a navy captain to help fund Maeve's training ground for Chosen, and is taking small steps to help arm and prepare the Wardens.
SKILLS
Will is a sailor -- captain of the 48-gun ship Tempest in the royal navy. He is fairly decent with needle and thread (as much because he has to patch up his own clothing at sea), a fair hand with sums and figures, is decent at tying knots, capable with a rapier, speaks passable French, but his real talents lie with astronomy and navigation as well as dealing with people; he is quite good at directing conversation and brooking no argument with people who step out of line. He also has a very, very loud voice when he needs to have one; he has no trouble roaring over the crowd, a trait established in his a Navy days.
HISTORY
Straight-laced and more than a little aware of his own duty to queen and country, Will Talbot enlisted in the navy at 14 and was sent on his first mission at the tender age of 16. Since then his entire life has revolved mostly around the navy and his duty. Will's ship, though a proud 48-gun vessel, is mainly used in peacetime as a cargo ship. Her holds are not the largest, but the Tempest is a decent-sized ship and a fast one. She makes regular sails to India and even the West Indies to pick up cargo, sponsored sometimes by both individual and royal funding, and returns to Palisade in order to unload.
Captain Talbot has been making regular cargo runs for nobles for some time. Due to the tight-laced nature of the captain and the clean ship he runs, he has become trusted with acquiring goods of a sensitive, expensive, or delicate nature. More than once he has come back with porcelain vases, expensive teas, silks and fabrics, and -- one extraordinary time -- an assortment of exotic birds, most of which survived.
He is back in Palisade after his ship was boarded by pirates in what would be the West Indies. He escaped malaria but took a musket-ball to the chest, which passed all the way through him. He returned via frigate to Sunderland, the musket-ball was successfully removed, and now he is dealing with the fact that he is bears new scars, has returned to a lover after a long absence ... and has been Chosen.
The past year has been a tumultuous one for Captain Talbot, to say the least.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:28 pm
  pronounced like "sessamb" with a little something on the end - as the French would pronounce it
Cesambre was, at first, shunned by the Captain because of ridiculous notions that women (of any sort, apparently) are bad luck on ships. The Guardian has done her absolute level best to quell this urge, but she is beginning to sense she must use a delicate touch to avoid breaking her brittle Chosen. Using a combination of her own feminine wiles, her self-possessed personality and her no-nonsense attitude, she is slowly -- perhaps too slowly -- making progress.
However, this may run into problems given Cesambre's introverted nature.
Cesambre's outward appearance is one of an unerringly feminine doe, who carries herself with the same perfect dignity as would a queen. She is, usually, alert ears and knowing pale eyes. She prefers to remain in the background and put her plans into order without being overt about it -- she can't help it, and does not know how to approach things more openly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:30 pm
THE CHOOSING
It was warm in his hand, with a texture that reminded him of the polished, well-worn oak of the captain's table. Talbot stood in the middle of the Wardwood, out of place in his Hessian boots and his bottle-green coat, the polish on his boots dimmed somewhat with mud and grass. It was night time, and though the sky was clear, the ground itself was spattered only with bits of light that had made it through the canopy.
Talbot stood in place and felt a curious gnawing in the pit of his stomach as he turned over the totem in his hands, something that silently chided him about having abandoned his duty. The same sworn duty that he had upheld since he was fourteen.
The Tempest wouldn't be jealous. As much as Talbot loved her, she was a ship, an inanimate object. But the crew would object, and -- and -- how could he possibly worry about that when the totem was in his hands, and felt like wood, too, but he could scarcely breathe on his own for imagining its tiny heartbeat cupped in his palm.
He had not felt this way about a child before. Ships, yes: Talbot was a sea captain. Brine flowed through his veins. He was salt-coarsened and sea-weathered. He knew every nuance of the Tempest in the way that men could name every freckle on a lover's nose.
But -- this? Standing in the middle of the Wardwood in the middle of the night?
(And women had long since been thought of as bad luck on ships...)
He turned around suddenly, half-expecting someone to see him looking ridiculous -- standing with the totem in his hands, turning it over and over, nearly sweating in frustration and flushed like a maiden. Pushing his hair out of his face, but somehow unable to let go of the totem, he swore in a manner quite unseemly for a captain. But here he was, before the totem tree, having traveled here on a borrowed horse, torn away from his ship by what seemed like madness. Outrageous.
Tucking the totem in the breast pocket of his coat, where it sat warm against his chest, he turned around to find his horse and head back to the one great love in his life... perhaps now once removed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 4:19 pm
LOGBOOK▇ - Lost at Sea - Talbot and Paul
▇ - Inquiries at the Swan - Talbot and Maeve - FIN
▇ - Oldcastle - Talbot, Jessica, and Warwick - FIN
▇ - Duality - Talbot and Elias
▇ - Much To Talk About - Solo - FIN
▇ - Return to Palisade - Talbot x Macaire
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:44 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 4:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 5:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 5:13 pm
CREDITSWardwood and templates belong to Umbrology
Cesambre's design belongs to Rejam
Captain Talbot and Cesambre's concepts belong to phoenix kiss
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