Jeane Chattalion Lorraine
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*Username: Confused Commissar
*Name: Jeane Chattalion Lorraine
Nickname(s): The Green Knight, The Knight of Flowers
*Age: 34
Date of Birth: Middas the 7th of Rain's Hand
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 185lbs
*Gender: Male
*Race: Human
*Kingdom: Yoleffiel - Disavowed
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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【a b o u t】
Likes:
- His horse, Cherrie, he's got no one else to talk to.
- Taking naps whenever he can, preferably under the shade of a mighty oak with a slight breeze.
- The taste and smell of fried rabbit with a touch of brandy and pepper.
- Women with muscular/stocky builds and the attitude to match.
- Mead mixed with sage, mint, or other "refreshing" spices.
- The pageantry that goes into winning a women's heart.
- Fairs, festivals, and other forms of mass celebration, mostly for the free food and drink.
Dislikes:
- Witchcraft/Black Magic, against the code of chivalry.
- Treachery/Back Stabbing, against the code of chivalry.
- Looting/Stealing, against the code of chivalry.
- Needless violence/Bloodshed, personal opinion.
- Those who rule through fear, or do not have the have the trust of the people.
- Individuals who lack humility, mercy, or honour.
Quirks:
- Will only eat apples of a certain shade of red and of a certain firmness/crispness.
- Whenever he suspects that a fight might start he rolls his right shoulder a few times, partly to release nervous energy, and to see how his sword arm is feeling.
- Should he be drawing near a town, or larger settlement, he'll spend some time gathering flowers, and other aesthetically appealing flora, and weave them into his armor.
Hobbies:
- Fishing, a good way to pass the time and gather food.
- Whittling, again, another time waster, plus he can make new arrows.
- Stone Throwing, something to do while in the saddle or strolling along, could land him a nice squirrel, or bird, to have for lunch, plus throwing rocks at your opponents head with accuracy and force tends to help from time to time.
- Jogging, a strange habit for someone to have in these times but he finds that the act of running/jogging helps him think or clear his mind in times of uncertainty.
Goal(s):
- To uphold his knightly vows.
- To protect, and advance, human interests in the world of Integrity Grove.
- Find a nice woman and get married.
- Obtain land and peasants to work said land.
- Don't die.
*Personality: As an anointed knight of realm Jeane must always conduct himself in accordance with a strict set of edicts commonly referred to as the Codes of Chivalry. He is sworn to protect the weak, uphold the law, to scour darkness and corruption wherever it may be found, plus a great many other lofty and noble pursuits. The man beneath this veneer of valor and honor however, could be best described as a ball of contradictory beliefs, feelings, and desires. While he does his best to exemplify what a knight should be he finds himself often confronted with a feeling that he is merely treating the symptoms of a much greater infection. He constantly wishes to do more, but at the same time feels that to do so would violate his own personal codes and rules.
He is unsure as how to feel about this new world and its inhabitants, in the short time he's traveled the lands he has been witness to, and part of, many instances of both goof faith and charity, and acts of barbarism and cruelty, all in the name of crowns, countries, lands, or simple psychotic rage. The knight wants to think that these beings are just like any other folk who wish for peace and prosperity, but more and more he see's how so many of those stories he heard as a child were more like cautionary tales rather than fanciful works of fiction. Not that he's been impressed by the actions of his fellow humans either, to often he is holding them back from causing harm to the natives of the various kingdoms, or having to keep his silence in sordid matters.
*Bio: (The scene opens with a shot of a worn leather book that opens of its own accord to a page with a stylized depiction of a man in armor, Jeane begins a narration)
When I was a little boy my father took me aside one day and brought me to our families library, there he retrieved an old book with the family sigil on its face. He sat me in his lap and opened the book, he explained to me that the book detailed our families history, a record of great deeds made by daring, kind, or cunning individuals. However the tome also told of shameful displays, terrible tragedies, and a list of names along with their infraction. My father directed my gaze to particular name which he revealed to be that of my great grandfather's. He went to explain that many years ago that this man had incurred a great debt of honor that could never be repaid in one life time and that were duty bound to repay that debt until it was satisfied, no matter the cost ourselves. After that my father closed the book, he asked me if I understood now why he had to leave, to go and fight a battle he could not possibly win. I was still so young though, I said I understood but I know that he knew I did not mean what I said, I will never forget the pained look on his face before he drew me into a long hug. A day later he left... and never returned, it wasn't until much later, when I was old enough to truly consider his words, did I feel true sadness.
(The book jumps forwards many pages and comes to rest of a picture of lonely knight riding off into the distance while the grim reaper watches)
Now I must do my part to help repay that debt, my king has called upon my family once again and I answer, I will be sent to a strange new land with peculiar peoples and nightmarish creatures. I will ride far and wide to protect the crown's interests, and due what I can to further them, to this end I have been stripped of my lands and titles, disavowed, and banished to the new world. The nobles know that they cannot have an official hand in anything that goes on beyond their borders lest the possible consequences come back to haunt them. Should I prove successful in my mission they will reinstate me as the head of my house, award me land in the new world, and consider the debt my family owes paid in full...
(The camera slowly pulls back as a slow dramatic tune is struck up, the book closes, and the scene fades to black)
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*Strengths:
- Two Sword Fighting; Has been trained in the art of two sword fighting that lends him an advantage when on the offensive as it allows him to keep up a near continuous rain of blows on an opponent, attack them from multiple angles, misdirect them, etc.
- Archery Training; While not the best at putting arrows on foreheads, Jeane is competent enough with a bow that he poses a threat to anyone within its generous reach.
- Survival Training; Has been instructed how to live off the land, make shelter from a variety of materials, concoct simple medicines, how to track, how to conceal one's movement, etc.
*Weaknesses:
- In all of House Lorraine's recorded history, never once has any of its children been graced with the gift of magic, in fact those of the Lorraine blood line seem to have some other worldly "aversion" to the mystic arts and find it impossible to harness.
- It is said that if one were to visit the humble keep of House Lorraine you wouldn't be able to find a dog, cat, goat, or any other fur bearing creature within the walls. The marked lack of hairy beings is for the simple fact that most of those unfortunate souls who have Lorraine blood running through their veins are allergic to such animals. The symptoms are quite severe, it has been recorded that a minor lord of Lorraine was killed when he laid down in a bed that another lord allowed his dogs to sleep in, the poor fellow's throat had swollen shut. Jeane is not quite as deathly ill in that regard but he would still suffer tremendously if he were to linger in the presence of any being that were covered head to toe in hair. First his eyes would turn red and begin to water excessively, then his whole face would swell up to the point he can barely see, finally it would feel as though a colony of ants were crawling across his skin. The only way for these symptoms to abide is to remove him from the source of agitation.
- Much like in our real world, there are consequences to be had when one sets foot on a new land, primarily this comes in the form of diseases, bacteria, parasites, etc that our body is not accustomed to, usually with fatal results. The same applies to poor Jeane seeing as his bloodline hails from a place far across the seas, safe from the queer ails that plague the lands of Mobius and its inhabitants. Now he must find some way not to die from a foe he's not even aware of, nor can he properly protect himself from.
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【e x t r a】
Theme:
Powerwolf - In the name of god
Sabaton - The Last Stand
Men of Harlech
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Extra:
- Most humans know who Jeane is and generally refer to him as "The Green Knight" on account of his families colours, the inhabitants of Mobius know him by another name however, "The Knight of Flowers" for in one of his first interactions with the new world he attacked a band of demon brigands who had ambushed a caravan. His whole outfit was adorned with flowers and other greenery, the demons thought him perhaps some forest spirit and fled, later on he was involved in a minor scuffle with an elven knight after said had stopped Jeane and demand that he dismount his horse and take off his helm. Most people are still as yet unaware of who Jeane really is though, as each incident has so far been viewed as isolated run ins with random marauding humans, no one has "connected the dots" so to say.
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