"I would do anything for my men."
Full Name: Loras Achilles Estermont
Nicknames: Lorrie, by his sister.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Rank/Title: Captain of Seabel's Royal Guard
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Kingdom/Alliance: Seabel
Description: Depending upon the time of day and the company, Loras either resembles a giant golden retriever or the terribly intimidating Captain that he is. It's fascinating how quickly he can switch between the two, his features smoothing out or contorting in focus. One thing that stays constant, though, is a grin upon his lips. Either it is friendly, with the corners of his mouth pulled up in a smile, or it is fearsome, with his teeth bared in a growl. He has very nice teeth, speaking of which, white and straight. His lips are scarred, as a result of a long-ago mishap which involved a sword, but in general, they are light pink in color and chapped.
Moving on, Loras has a slightly long face and a strong nose, rounded at the tip. He has high cheekbones, and a smooth chin. Loras keeps a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, and does not bother with anything resembling dye. His hair is long, falling well below his shoulders. He often wears it up, either in a bun or in a ponytail. He has a few shorter locks near the front, and they often fall forward to frame his face. Often, when he's stressed or frustrated, he runs his hand over or through his hair. Loras' hair is dark in color as well, a deep, chestnut brown. There are red highlights throughout, as well as golden streaks on the top from having spent a long time outdoors. He rarely spends large amounts of time inside or wearing a helmet, instead preferring to go riding or train his men or train with his men.
Loras' eyes are the true marvel of him, though. He inherited them from his mother, and they are a strong, clear aquamarine that is often likened to the sea on a sunny day. There's foamy white tossed in carelessly, along with gentle stretches of green, as if whoever created him thought that giving him perfect eyes would be utterly unfair to everyone around him. As it is, the colors only give his eyes a heightened likeness to the ocean, which only makes him more adorable in turn. They change color with his mood, often. When he is happy, they'll be light and bright. When he is angry, or when he is protecting someone or something he holds great affection for, such as his sister, they turn dark and stormy. They are framed with dark lashes, with slight bags beneath them that come from lack of sleep.
Loras cuts an intimidating figure, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at about 215 lbs. He's all muscle, though he is a terribly soft pillow. His little sister often falls asleep on his shoulder. He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His arms are absolutely mouthwatering, to say the very least. He's been training with swords and axes and various other weapons since he was very young, and so he's very quick on his feet and with his hands as well. He pushes himself very hard, and likes it most of the time.
Loras often wears his working armor, which is hard and metal, meant for protection and not just for show. He has another gold and silver one for that, for when he has to go out and be presentable. He can fight in that, but he doesn't like to, as it provides minimal protection. He's a little paranoid, and he often wears chain mail beneath his tunics. He likes wearing earthy colors, greens and reds and browns, things that don't stand out too much. When lounging around, he goes for comfort over fashion. He has quite a few scars from many years fighting, and has an absurd story to go with each and every one. The most prominent is a thick clump of scar tissue on his left hip.
Moving on, Loras has a slightly long face and a strong nose, rounded at the tip. He has high cheekbones, and a smooth chin. Loras keeps a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, and does not bother with anything resembling dye. His hair is long, falling well below his shoulders. He often wears it up, either in a bun or in a ponytail. He has a few shorter locks near the front, and they often fall forward to frame his face. Often, when he's stressed or frustrated, he runs his hand over or through his hair. Loras' hair is dark in color as well, a deep, chestnut brown. There are red highlights throughout, as well as golden streaks on the top from having spent a long time outdoors. He rarely spends large amounts of time inside or wearing a helmet, instead preferring to go riding or train his men or train with his men.
Loras' eyes are the true marvel of him, though. He inherited them from his mother, and they are a strong, clear aquamarine that is often likened to the sea on a sunny day. There's foamy white tossed in carelessly, along with gentle stretches of green, as if whoever created him thought that giving him perfect eyes would be utterly unfair to everyone around him. As it is, the colors only give his eyes a heightened likeness to the ocean, which only makes him more adorable in turn. They change color with his mood, often. When he is happy, they'll be light and bright. When he is angry, or when he is protecting someone or something he holds great affection for, such as his sister, they turn dark and stormy. They are framed with dark lashes, with slight bags beneath them that come from lack of sleep.
Loras cuts an intimidating figure, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at about 215 lbs. He's all muscle, though he is a terribly soft pillow. His little sister often falls asleep on his shoulder. He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His arms are absolutely mouthwatering, to say the very least. He's been training with swords and axes and various other weapons since he was very young, and so he's very quick on his feet and with his hands as well. He pushes himself very hard, and likes it most of the time.
Loras often wears his working armor, which is hard and metal, meant for protection and not just for show. He has another gold and silver one for that, for when he has to go out and be presentable. He can fight in that, but he doesn't like to, as it provides minimal protection. He's a little paranoid, and he often wears chain mail beneath his tunics. He likes wearing earthy colors, greens and reds and browns, things that don't stand out too much. When lounging around, he goes for comfort over fashion. He has quite a few scars from many years fighting, and has an absurd story to go with each and every one. The most prominent is a thick clump of scar tissue on his left hip.
Personality:
{Impatient, Strong, Kind, Efficient}
Loras, to those that don't know him, seems like a brute that is all force and no brain. He's large in stature, and terribly good at killing things. He's horribly efficient in almost every way, he's not one to draw things out. Which also translates into normal life. He's very likely to hit someone over the head to knock them out, and he's very likely to avoid beating around the bush and just come out and say something. He wants to get things done as quickly and as well as he possibly can, and does his best to not sacrifice quality for quantity, which also means that he is not the most vocal person in the world.
Loras, where his sister is patient, is often one to go out and do things himself. He hates to wait, despite being able to do so if required to. He's more the type to head a fight rather than an ambush, just because he's very bad at sitting still and waiting. That's where his sister and his father are strong. He can sit still for hours on end, through mud and rain and fear. But why would he do that when he can just get up and stab whoever's trying to maim them? He hasn't died yet. Some may label him as reckless, but he's kept the kingdom wonderfully safe up until this point in time. He's just as careful as he is reckless.
Loras, in many ways, is a mystery. He keeps his thoughts to himself, sharing them with only a few other trusted individuals, his sister included. As the captain of the guard, he knows that there is always potential for traitors. His trust is hard won, and he used to be more willing to give it until one of his best friends betrayed him, literally stabbing him in the back and almost stabbing the king as well. Loras is rather serious, most of the time. He's seen a lot and been through a lot, despite his relatively young age, and as such, as much as he likes jokes and pranks and lifting people into giant bear hugs, he rarely has the energy or time for such.
This guy has his head firmly on his shoulders, and he takes absolutely no shit from anyone. He hates being underestimated, and often feels as if he needs to prove himself to anyone and everyone. Even he needs a break sometimes. He often pushes himself and pushes himself until he breaks down, and then he'll sleep for a full day or something equally drastic. Like his sister, he likes sneaking into the kitchens and flirting with the cooks until they give him all the food he could possibly want. He's a bit of a flirt, speaking of which, and he's rather charming. He's genuinely kind, in any case, and rather protective of those he cares for. He's a tiny bit possessive, and hates giving up or losing what he has.
In the end, Loras is a strong person. He's determined, stubborn as an ox, and terribly good at giving hugs. He's usually warm to the touch. He doesn't like to wait, and he isn't particularly tidy, more of one to toss his clothes on the ground and move on. He can fall asleep absolutely anywhere, and often walks over to people and throws his arm around them. He's impatient, and likes to do things himself because he doesn't trust others to do them. He's a bit of a perfectionist, and is certainly smarter than he lets on. He's happy with where he is, honestly. Where his sister is always seeking more, he takes what he is given and goes on. Usually. He loves stargazing, and has memorized too many constellations.
Hobbies:
Training, Stargazing, Reading, Eating
Habits:
Paces, sharpens weapons when he needs to think, picks at his nails, runs his hand through his hair
Oddities:
Cries at the scent of vanilla at times. Allergic to shellfish. Pushes himself too hard.
- His sister
- Forests
- Food
- His men
- Taking Long Walks
- Waiting
- Being betrayed
- Rude people
- Sitting still
- Losing
Biography
Place Of Origin:Seabel
History:
Loras was born to a noble father and a mother who he clung to with every bit of his being. She was not noble, but she was beautiful and kind and perfect--Loras still can't smell vanilla without tearing up a little. He misses her horribly. She was his father's mistress, a tall woman from whom he inherited his ocean eyes. He was born a little early, and was expected to be a runt, something small and sickly. Not so, though, and Loras believes firmly that it was his mother's intervention and affection that helped him to grow up to be strong. Loras' lungs worked, his heart beat, and he grew.
As Loras grew older, he was the type to play with the other boys during the day and then sneak off during the night. He would play with swords, defend smaller boys, that sort of thing while the sun was up, and then he'd come home late at night with his cuts all scabbed over already, with grass stains on his knees and smelling of rain and beaming like his face would split in two. His mother would always laugh and pick him up and clean him, kissing his face all over. Things were perfect, in his eyes.
That is, until his mother was taken ill. It happened all too quickly--one day, she was fine, and the next, she was white as a sheet and coughing up blood. It scared the daylights out of Loras, and when she took her last breath, he screamed and clung to her body. No one could force him away from her. When he finally cried himself to sleep, even then, he wouldn't let go. Since then, those who he loves, he keeps close and keeps a careful eye on them. He refuses to let death slip up on anyone else he cares for.
Loras was taken in by his father, Count Christoph, but he didn't particularly care for him. His father was cold and cunning, and Loras just wanted someone warm. That person, as it turned out, was a six year old girl who was almost dragged into his life. She had white-blonde hair, and went by Ris. Loras became attached to her immediately, teasing that they had basically the same name. Loria and Loras became best friends, and they are constantly in contact, making sure that the other is intact and alive and at least somewhat happy. He knows well of his sister's inability to be satisfied, and he hopes for her sake that this engagement will give her at least a little more towards what she needs. He just wants her to be happy.
Speaking of engagements, Loras was a teenager when he met Juliana Brigham. She was beautiful and kind, sweet as could be, and he fell absolutely head over heels for her in seconds. His father was best friends with her father, and their marriage was supposed to be an absolute--until Cedric sold Juliana off to another man instead, one by the name of Cyprian Auclair. This man had been his employer, when Loras was a squire, and this felt like the most complete form of betrayal possible. Understandably, Loras was angry as could be. It was then that his father came to him, offering to help him win her back. Despite knowing that he would likely regret it, Loras agreed. Time went on, and he kept in contact with Juliana, because they were friends. Eventually, he became the captain of the guard there. He misses Ris terribly, and is looking forward to the upcoming dance because he'll get to see her.
Loras spent quite a while in the military, starting off as a squire to Cyprian and slowly rising through the ranks. The year after he joined the ranks of Seabel's guard, he and his people were ambushed as they escorted an ambassador back to the border. The ambassador survived, but Loras was taken and held. They tortured him, then, stuck a sword in his mouth and jeered sewed his lips shut, held his feet over a flame, gave him cuts and let them get infected. He nearly died, but he was rescued--oh, thank goodness, he was rescued. He survived, barely, and his sister nearly died of worry. Since then, she's been paying a couple knights to keep an eye on her brother. Loras hopes to win Juliana back, honestly, and he sees how Cyprian's gaze lingers on the queen's lady in waiting. He likes Ellie, they get along well and she helps him with laundry sometimes. He just hopes that things will work out.
Happiest Memory:Meeting Ris, getting his job.
Saddest Memory:Losing his mother and Juliana.
Face Claim: Chris Hemsworth
