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King Charles of Abhainn

"My ancestors will not die in vain."

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a character in “An Age Old Feud”, originally authored by Scarlet Loup, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston (Hollow Crown)

Title/Rank: King of Abhainn

Full Name: Charles Edric Strathmore

Age: Twenty-nine

Gender:Male

Kingdom: Abhainn


Appearance: Charles stands taller than most of his subjects at six foot, four inches. He has a gangly, skinny build with lean muscle. His face looks a bit gaunt and his cheeks are a bit hollow and sunken. Charles's eyes are a bright sky blue flecked with gray around the rims of his pupil. His hair is a light russety-brown color and curly, occasionally pushed back or down to stay out of the way. His jaw is strong and ends in a dull point. Along his chin and upper lip, he has a moustache and goatee that lead into a slightly thinner beard along his cheeks. His lips are thinner than most and are more often than not pressed together into a fine line. A thin scar runs along them from a training session that got a bit out of hand. Charles's skin is a fine ivory color that tans in the summer but by no means does he look sickly. A fine layer of toned muscle rests under his skin and he usually wears elegant looking clothes in red or purple with black accents. He usually wears an analytical expression as if constantly observing his environment and scrutinizing it.


Personality: Charles is an odd fellow, in general. He is a brash man, too bold and brave for his own good. In a time of pending peace, he wishes to rule with an iron fist, to command an army and lead them into battle. In fact, when he was younger, he waited with baited breath for his chance to lead his army into battle. He views warfare as a game, not as an effort or serious topic. In all honesty, if he were forced to lead troops into a war, he'd probably just about go insane. He has lived a carefree lifestyle and enjoys a party just as much as the next guy, especially one with alcohol involved. He is a well-taught man who speaks eloquently and thoughtfully. Despite his brash ways, he is an excellent tactician and has been found in his study playing chess with a poor soul he found wandering the halls. Whether he plays to boast or to just practice is unknown, but it is known that he is overly-proud and boastful of the peace in his kingdom...even if he truly wishes it was different. He is not above starting a war for his own personal gain, even though he argues it is to avenge his ancestors.



Likes: Chess, reading, partying, drinking, boasting, talking, sword fighting/sparring, debating, being praised, action, adventure

Dislikes: Being proved wrong, being singled out for bad reasons, boredom

Love Interest:Annelise; his bethrothed


History: Charles was born into the ruling family of Abhainn to Fredrick by a mistress. Being the only child of the king and his infertile wife, he was simply passed off as the son of the King and Queen. Though his "mother" never truly accepted the boy, Fredrick absolutely loved his son and treated him extremely well, spoiling the boy greatly while teaching him the basics of ruling and fighting. As he grew up, the boy became greatly fascinated with the war that was waging, begging the knights upon their return for a report of what had happened.


As he aged, his interest in the war onyl grew, along with his fascination of history and the arts, science or mathematics as much, though his intelligence was quite high. The games of chess he played would impress even his "mother", who had shunned the boy, more or less. The shock of his life seemed to come when his father jubilantly announced the fact that he would be ending the war by creating a treaty with the opposing kingdom. Upset and feeling as if he had now lost his chance for greatness, the young man lost his usual happiness and joy, becoming much more brooding and depressed. As the treaty continued to be written, he became more and more distant, worrying even his mother.


As the treaty was nearly completed, the kingdom was shocked greatly when Fredrick died suddenly in his sleep, reportedly from heart failure. Charles was coronated and took the throne just recently with the death of his father (and his mother's death, which followed soon after). Since then, instead of being mournful, he seems to be a bit more lively and has begun practicing his chess skills and tactical skills again.


Other:He's never been married before but, as many of his advisors know, he has slept around (*wink, wink* PM me if you want to make an illegitimate child for him)

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So begins...

King Charles of Abhainn's Story

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King Ladislaus of Sliabh


It had been a rather miserable morning for Ladislaus; despite whatever his councilor says about the treaty Ladislaus himself isn’t too fond of giving his only sister to the enemy. Sure he knew they weren’t quote “Enemies” anymore but still after being taught to think one way your whole life it’s hard to change it in matter of days.

They have been traveling all morning to Abhainn, he had taken it upon himself personally to make sure his sister arrived at her future home safety. Besides he still had to make sure all the ends of this wretched treaty were set. Ladislaus never traveled anywhere without a full set of servants accompany him, not to mention his beloved little bastard erh daughter.
“Papa, are we there yet?” Little Matilda asked as she peeked out of the carriage window.
“No, Ducky we are not.” He said with a small grin.

If only his wife had given him such a clever child, then perhaps he would find the need to spend his nights with Lady Clementine De Souza instead of her. He cared for his wife, of course what kind of a monster wouldn’t care for sure a lovely creature. He just wasn’t in love with her, he respected her adored her even, but love? No, he didn’t harbor those types of feelings for his wife, at times he wish he did perhaps things would be different between them.

“Well Annelise,” he said looking at his sister from across the carriage. “Are you excited?”

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The sun had come up. Ah, Eric thought to himself. Finally

His knights had stated to arrive with the morning sun. They were not, of course, his knights. Rather, they were the King's, but there was a certain amount of pride and honor that came with training such fine young men that he figured he was allowed to think of them as his own knights as well. When the lot of the boys had come onto the training field, Eric set them to work cleaning and donning their armor, telling them of the day's activities. They had to be quick with training today, for the King's betrothed would be arriving and the knights would have to be present in the throne room for the better part of the afternoon and evening. Eric reminded himself to stay away from the liquor today. Not that it would likely happen, but it was nice to believe he had given it thought.

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Liam had wasted no time that morning in wreaking havoc, as was his nature. He'd been woken by his nursemaid with his usual breakfast of breads, cheeses and fruit (the latter had disappeared in mere moments), after which she attempted to dress him. However, this morning Liam was having none of it. When the elder woman had made the mistake of turning her back, the little boy dashed out of his room wearing nothing but his barely fastened trousers and the necklace round his scrawny neck. He laughed merrily at the sound of his nursemaid's frustrated shout -- he could hear it halfway down the hall. She'd be after him soon, and there was only one place he would be safe.

Liam tore through the corridors of the West Wing, a grin on his face as he made his great escape. He reached his father's chambers. Two guards stood at the door, but did not act when the boy pushed at the wide doors. There was little point in trying to tell the child no, especially when it came to visiting his father. He pushed through the doors and immediately leaped onto the King's bed. "Morning papa!" He cried excitedly, jumping up and down on the soft bed and wasting no time in sounding off a flood of questions. "Papa, today the girl is coming to day in't she? in't she? Is she pertty papa? Is she a princess? I bet she's real pertty then. Is she gonna live here with us? When's she coming papa?"

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Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald


Blue eyes parted as golden sunlight filtered through the gap in the heavy fabric drapes of her room; a loud yawn parted from the woman’s lips, after a unsettled nights sleep it pained Gweneth Fitzgerald that the morning came so quickly. Sitting up in the middle of the plush mattress, covers pooled at her waist as hair as golden as the sun and soft as freshly spun silk fell from its braid, helped from the sleepy Gwen as her slender fingers ran through the tresses. With a heavy sigh and a final yawn, she stretched her legs over the edge of the bed, slipping her feet into the slippers her maid had left out, calling out for her as she stood up walking to window, glancing out at what whether the gods had bestowed onto them today.


A thin smile, slipped upon her pink lips. The sun was already high in the sky, shinning down on the kingdom of Abhainn with all its might; the sky was blue as the ocean, a blessed sight for a woman brought up around water. When away from Beaumont Quay, Gwen found herself missing it dearly, the pristine waters of the harbour, the tall ships all docked neatly in rows, the goods from different far off lands; the thought caused her smile to widen. The Lady of Beaumont Quay missed her home it was true, however being at the palace was the next best thing as she got to be close to Charles; his name brought a blush to her cheeks. Gwen had never been one to stick to the boundaries of the silly conformities women had, but, when she thought about her dear King, the flutter in her stomach made her feel as silly as the rest. A dark cloud on the horizon caught her attention, forcing a frown onto her face, a subtle reminder that the day was far from perfect; today Abhainn welcomed their new Queen. Gwen had never met the Princess but she already despised her, she would be Charles wife, bare his children, rule by his side, love him
do everything she was suppose to do!


“Good morning milady” Her maid curtseyed politely upon entering her rooms.


Gwen’s face was thunderous “Where were you!?” she demanded in a harsh snarl. Seeing the girl flinch her expression softened “apologies just help me get ready to greet the King.”


The girl nodded in a hurry, turning to the heavy chest in the corner, the girl lifted the heavy oak top and began rummaging for her garments. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Gwen watched the girl gather up everything she would need to make her look presentable “What’s your name?” she asked her tone softer still.


“It’s Bess milady” The freckle faced girl said over her shoulder with a small smile. Gwen nodded, returning her small smile, “Which dress would you like to wear milady?”


Thinking about it for a moment, the blonde quickly decided “The gold and red, I think.” Once dressed, Bess ran a comb through her blonde waves, ridding it of all knots, leaving it loose, Gwen thanked Bess quickly before leaving the room.

Despite not having been to the palace in a few years, Gwen could still remember her way to the Kings chambers. Her heels clicked against the stoned floors as people greeted her in her wake; she smiled politely at them, moving quickly as to avoid any conversation. Her heart quickened as she approached his guarded room, the guards acknowledged her with a quick nod, she needed no introductions; she and the King had been good friends for many years. Upon entering the Kings chambers she heard small chatter and laughter coming from his bed chambers, creeping over, she smiled at the scene before her. Charles and his young son Liam chatting gaily, clasping her hands in front of her, she waited, listening. “I hope she’s pretty
Now go Finnish getting dressed. She’ll be here soon.”Frowning slightly at the topic, she quickly struck the thought from sight and waited for a pause in their conversation before opening her mouth to speak “I pray I’m not interrupting anything?” she asked smiling at them both.

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Character Portrait: Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald Character Portrait: King Charles of Abhainn Character Portrait: King Ladislaus of Sliabh Character Portrait: Annelise
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King Ladislaus of Sliabh


As they walked from the carriage Ladislaus held his arm out for his sister, as is only customary for a gentleman to do so. He didn’t want to admit he was impressed with The Castle so far, he heard his sister’s reaction and he simply replied. “Oh how very modest of them” he spoke in a sarcastic tongue. Wail he was in denial of how impressive it was Matilda’s eyes hadn’t closed since they left the carriage.

“It’s so pretty!” she exclaimed.

Ladislaus grumbled, “Yes, pretty” he grunted not at all happy with using the praise.
The same spiny little man from before offered to escort them to the throne room, which was a tedious trip but at last the made their way and of course The Peacock was sitting proudly on his throne. How anticlimactic he had half expected his longtime foe to sit upon a mountain of those he had slain, but then again no one is ever as we first preserve.

“King Charles, pleasant to at last meet such a great man.” The words felt like daggers in his thought as he tried to regain some form of elegant. “May I present my sister, Princess Annelise”

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King Ladislaus of Sliabh


Ladislaus realized now that his actions could be deemed rude, he would have to make sure to correct himself as to not do so in the future. It had been a long journey after all and Ladislaus was quite tired, not to mention he hadn’t been in the company of a woman in twenty-four hours. I must be going into withdraw he thought as his eyes wandered to the woman across the room. Very pretty indeed, maybe Abhainn’s women aren’t vile ogres after all

“Yes it was so” He replied to King Charles’ statement. “And I am very tired, please pardon my rudeness we have been on the road all day, and I did not sleep much.” His gave peered at Matilda for a moment who every two miles would ask him if they were there yet.

What he really needed was his Clementine in his arms, and normally she would accompany him, if she was not on bed rest expecting his child. Yes, he was to become a father again but this time would not be there for the blessed hour. Instead he has instructed his mistress to write to him every day on her condition.

He noticed a look in his sister’s eyes, one that he seemed to find in many young ladies of court. She fancied him at the very least, surely it wasn’t love! Love was hardly a reason to merry anyone.

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Character Portrait: King Charles of Abhainn Character Portrait: Guy Kirkshaw
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Sir Guy stepped into the royal court and knelt before King Charles of Abhainn.
"Hail to your lordship my lord! Our duty to your honor. I, Sir Guy Kirkshaw, still your faithful sword and servant, would request audience to read before you a letter of utmost urgency, departed from the humble hands of a lowly farmer."

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Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald


Eyes were momentarily torn away from the King as a little voice caught Gwen's attention "Good Morning Lady Gwen..." Liam's little but powerful voice echoed around the room, mimicking his fathers, causing Gwen to smile at the boy fondly "Good morning to you too my Prince" she spoke also offering him a swift courtesy. "It's a lovely morning isn't it? If you will excuse me, I have to put clothes on. Good Morning!" He spoke quickly before darting from the room, Gwen watched after him with a small laugh and shake of her head "your son get more like you each time I see him."

Turning back to face Charles, she was momentarily breathless at the sight of him in his beautiful crown, never had she seen a man look so powerful. As he strode over, taking his hands in hers, her rate quickened 'legs don't fail me now.'

"Good morning, m'Lady...I trust you slept well?"

Smiling the blonde nodded "very much so" a frown momentarily faltered across her reddened lips as he let go of her hand, but was quickly replaced "it is very good to see you again Charles."

As if on queue a small man entered the room, bowing grandly before their King "The King and Princees 'ave arrived" he stated. Gwen's blood ran cool and the smile once again fell from her face, she couldn't hide her disdain, not when it was so strong, she knew this was the beginning of the end for them but still she wouldn't go down without a fight. "Come along, then. I'm sure you'll want to meet Sliabh's royals also." Charles voiced beckoned her from thought, I think you'll find I have no desire too, however not want to upset the King, she simply nodded and followed in pursuit.

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Gwen stood behind Charles throne to the left, hands clasped firmly in front of her, blue eyes widened, her expression was unreadable. Their was silence in the throne room in the moments leading up the King and Princesses entrance, an uncomfortable silence, she cast her eyes down ward to see the King fidgeting in his seat, her lips pressed into a thin line. Hearing the heavy doors open, her eyes quickly flicked forward, inhaling a sharp breath as she watched the Silabh's royals walk towards them.

Despite the feeling that her heart was breaking into tiny pieces as the pretty girl from Silabh walked towards her future husband, Gwen stood tall and proud, like a beautiful statue, unable to read save for the hurt and anger in her large blue eyes. She watched as they exchanged pleasantries, the two Kings eyeing the other one suspiciously. Gwen caught how the Princess would look behind Charles towards her ever-so-often and other than a small nod she returned no friendly gesture, after all she wasn't one to play on false pretences.

When Charles looked back at her however, she offered him a small smile and waited patiently for him to introduce her, She was sure the pretty Princess was dying to know just what relationship she shared with the her future husband.

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Character Portrait: Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald Character Portrait: King Charles of Abhainn Character Portrait: King Ladislaus of Sliabh Character Portrait: Annelise
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King Ladislaus of Sliabh


Ladislaus’ thought pattern suddenly shifted as some perfectly sinful thoughts ran rapid though his head. He nearly forgot where he was for a moment, “Yes, um right yes” he muttered trying to make it sound like he had been paying attention. When King Charles mentioned a party his eyes widened,

“Oh I do love a good party.” Was that ever try Ladislaus was known throughout his realm for always hosting some kind of celebration no matter how small the event was. “But I warn you I have yet to come through a party were a woman’s garments did no fall to her knees.” He laughed as if it were a joke, for he loved seeing his noblewomen dressed in gowns that reveled more of their natural form, rather than conformed in a corset.

The women of his court wear gowns that are a little bit better than a nightgown and more frequent then not the pin holding the gown over their bodies’ snaps and falls to their feet.

Again he fell prey to his day dreams, and again missed a vital part of the conversation as King Charles introduced the young lady behind him. Luckily he managed to hear her name to be Lady Gweneth. His sister responded with much haste and he feared he would be found rude again if he did not complement the young noble.

“I did not think I would see such a pretty woman out of Sliabh.” He claimed not meaning much disrespect.

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Annelise smiled and nodded, "Yes please, my king." She chirped gladly, following close behind Charles.

"I had my servants set up a guest room since I'm assuming you would much rather wait until we are wed to share a room." She nodded in response, "Of course.." She murmured, smiling back at Ladislaus and Gweneth, although she hoped they wouldn't follow. She wanted some time to spend with her future husband after all

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Annelise looked around with a joyful grin, looking over to Charles and nodding. "It's perfect, thank you very much!" She replied, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes with hers. She wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words, instead blushing a bright red and looking at the ground shyly.

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(OOC: Uhmm.. I was going to have Guy read it out loud, so, lets just say this is what happened.)
Guy looked up, seeing that all eyes were on him, eager to hear him speak. After clearing his throat, he unrolled the parchment and read:
"To our most worthy liege and ruler, we, the people of the village of Maud, sick and pale with grief that we are, would welcome a most generous and gentle-hearted hand of help like rain after draught. Yesternight, in the dead waste and middle of night, from the forests came a band of villainous rogues, draped in nightly colours and armed with sickle-shaped knives who burnt, looted, and pillaged our humble village. The few men we had who knew a thing of two or about swordfighting, slain. The few women who attempted to fight, slain. From hence forth, they took every little money we had in our possession, rummaged through our grain stores, commit ungodly acts to our women, children, and livestock. A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Of general assault. We are at your mercy my lord. Our lives rest upon your generous helping hand to vanquish such savagery."
After Guy had finished reading it, he placed a hand on his sword hilt, as if ready to spring into action.
"My lord, if you would but give the order, with all my heart, and it doth much content me if your lordship would give me the opportunity to test my valor. I perceive it would be a sound strategy that I may be given the opportunity to lead thirteen men, including myself, to travel to Maud and challenge these heathens to mortal combat. Being a rather trifle task this is, too simple for the Captain, Sir Fauxhelm to lead. Such action as I can make, you shall command. Pronounce."
Guy waited on the King's answer.

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Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald


"I do apologize for not having done so earlier. King Ladislaus, Princess Annelise...this is Lady Gweneth; a close friend of mine." Gweneth immediately snapped out of her daze upon hearing her name, looking towards the threesome in the middle of the room she noted Charles smiling at her motioning for her to approach. Gliding gracefully across the hard oak floor, stopping in front of the foreign royals, she curtseyed respectfully as she was taught to do for any member of royalty, despite their country.

"Hello Lady Gweneth.." Acknowledging the young Princess with a small, incredibly forced smile "Princess" her smooth voice drawled "Welcome to Albhainn."

Ladislaus voice finally broke the tension between the two women “I did not think I would see such a pretty woman out of Sliabh.” Although she could have taken the Kings statement either way, Gwen offered a small smile "Thank you sire. I pray you find more things of beauty whilst your in Albhainn as I have yet too see a prettier place." The blonde retorted defending her home with words.

As Charles announced he was too show Annelise her quarters, Gwen's hopes fell, yet quickly rose as he asked her to accompany them "No, you two go on ahead, I shall see you later, if it pleases you?" Watching the soon to be newly-weds leave, Gwen's heart filled with emotion, pain, mostly. A little anger, at herself for not acting on her feelings sooner, at Annelise for having the privilege of becoming Charles wife, at Charles for accepting the treaty conditions.

Shaking thoughts from mind, Gwen turned to Ladislaus "How long do you plan on staying with us sire?"