Full Name
Sir Gerard Aodh Adair
Nick/Petname(s)
Jelly "Yep. Call me that."
Title(s)/Epithet(s)
Second male Heir to Rochdale earlship, Honorary knight of Valade.
Gender
Male
Age
Thirty-one
Sexuality
"Ahem, what an awkward question."
Bisexual
Occupation/Position(s)
Occasionally, governor of the Rochdalian province.
Nationality
Valade
Sir Gerard Aodh Adair
Nick/Petname(s)
Jelly "Yep. Call me that."
Title(s)/Epithet(s)
Second male Heir to Rochdale earlship, Honorary knight of Valade.
Gender
Male
Age
Thirty-one
Sexuality
"Ahem, what an awkward question."
Bisexual
Occupation/Position(s)
Occasionally, governor of the Rochdalian province.
Nationality
Valade
Appearance
Gerard's facial features are told to be "Smoothly firm, like the vast fields of Rochdale": while not being too decisive and rough, his jaws and cheekbones are sharp enough to discern him from common, rougher men. He is crowned by short and messy light blonde hair, so light that they almost glow white under the midday sun. And under the peculiar mane of the heir shines two stormy grey eyes, a color most prided by the earls of the northern region. Gerard keeps his beard in-check, not liking it longer than short, enough to cover his cheeks and give him a sharp look that makes his grins and smirks something imperceptibly special. The future earl wears refined clothings with indifference: his most favored outfit is a fine vermeil fur coat over a simply elegant shirt, tailored to fit him and look not too baroque. That said, Gerard also has the habit of dressing up with 'normal' clothes and join the town's life.
Personality
Gerard is generally a gentle entity that easily befriends those who he speaks with or enters in an endless feud made of subtle insults and 'incidents' as he would call them.
His general life-philosophy truly reincarnates 'carpe diem': grasp the moment, making every day and every hour worth living. In fact, it is no surprise that the young man is quite cheerful and sometimes childish as he finds happiness in the smallest things, be it a butterfly, the birth of a colt or a rainbow. The look on his face is mostly freed from burdens, looking so naïve and not-so-lord-y that you may really doubt that he's the son of the grievious Earl of Rochdale.
Concerning tastes, Gerard is a simple man, way too simple for one of his rank; while so many lords enjoy wasting years and years to build massive castles of dead stone, the young Sir enjoys the open wilderness, sleeping atop trees and treehouses. He is indeed a true nature lover, enjoying the company of feral and tamed beasts alike and sometimes the desolately silent and starry woods.
Despite looking quite 'stupid' and impertinent, Gerard has wits and neurons to squash but just doesn't really want to bother to demonstrate it: chess? Armies don't waste kings and queens and certainly don't wait for the generals to make their moves. Planning moves in Poker? Obnoxious. Gerard finds 'intellectual' pleasure in the vast collection of literature possessed by his father: growing surrounded by the scent of paper, ink and a proficient, sympathetic teacher Gerard finds great pleasure delving inside the heart and minds of writers, perhaps hoping to become one himself.
Lastly, because of his free and nonchalant attitude, he does not really know what to do with the earlship should he inherit it: in fact, whenever he had to manage the property of his father, he'd do a fairly excellent job but look more and more grim as if lashed too close to an open furnace.
Equipment
History
Despite all, and with immense sacrifice, the young Gerard eventually joined the court's "intense" and absolutely "weeeeeee!" life where he could meet his peers which the youngster considered boring and arrogant beyond human imagination except when a particularly nice prank upset their "Hoh so high" expression. Then, Gerard would just roll the whole plains laughing unstoppably until an adult would eventually stop him. And of course, it is no court life without the princes heir to the kingdom: Gerard usually avoided him mostly due to his father's insisting prayers and entreats. But oh, the younger one was such a secluded figure and Gerard has such an invasive personality!
In the end, ironically enough, the two became quite close friends and grew up unraveling the other.
Eventually as time passed, Gerard's blazing soul slightly started to worry the House: what would be of the earlship, if he achieved the title? The young man returned the mistrust given, enjoying the simple town life and refusing his lineage to a point. The situation changed when, on a quite sunny day, Gerard was tasked (or better, forced) to take control of the Earlship of Rochdale for a period of one year, forseen to be quite a bad one. Much to the crowd's surprise, the substitute-earl saved the land from famine and rule it superbly well but the mental state of the young man seemed rather decayed as he left the charge to rest under the apple trees, leaving them only to join the events held by the Royalty and similar occasions. And this ball seems so interesting, why not join it?