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P H Y S I C A L I T Y

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Appearance
Hair: White, with streaks of red
Facial Hair: A thick beard, but neatly trimmed
Eyes: Grey
Build: Thick and muscular
Skin Tone: Light
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 18st
Voice: Deep, a Northern English accent
Handed: Right handed
Body Markings: None
Scar Tissue: Many scars coat his body
Unique Body Features: None

Name
Agamemnon Komnenos

Nickname
Positive: The Hammer, The Old Man (to close confidants, and rarely to his face)
Negative: The Bastard of Dorchaidhe, The Witch's Dog

Title
Lord Commander/ General

Race
Human

Factual Age
59

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
In his youth Agamemnon fell for the Messiah Queen herself, fathering one of her children, but from that day forward he has been aromantic.

Mage Ranking
Kell, though he has an innate distrust of magic and all those involved with it.

Class
High Noble

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M E N T A L I T Y

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Personality

The principal things Agamemnon Komnenos holds dear are duty and honour, words that will be carved on his tombstone when he finally leave this world. He is extremely old fashioned and despises the fickle nature of those around him. He would gladly give his life for his Queen, and his code of honour means he would never betray her. Unlike other nobles, Agamemnon fought for everything he is and owns, given nothing simply because of his title. Forging his way up from the bottom gave him a different perspective on life than most of the other nobles. He embraces the hardships of reality, disdaining luxuries and plied comforts, and a healthy hatred of court politics.

As an old soldier Agamemnon is wise to the ways of war, and will never send men to their deaths meaninglessly. He does not enjoy combat, but he excells at it, earning his nickname 'the Hammer' through his choice of weapon and his dogged determination when fighting an enemy. He will never surrender, and never end a hunt before the prey has been caught. Agamemnon earned the love of his men over many campaigns, driving them hard but treating them fairly. Personally training many of his personal company of soldiers, he formed a bond of brotherhood with them, ensuring they are near wherever he goes. He hates adulation, and will always resist being granted awards or praise. The reward for him is in the completion of the task.

Despite his cool-headedness in war and battle, Agamemnon is an aggressive character. He is quick to anger, and never forgets a slight done to him. When angered his first solution will always be to batter whatever angered him to death. However, under the Queen's guidance he has tried to develop a more temperate attitude. The success of this attempt is yet to be seen. He abstains from drink, and eats very little, however he still trains as if he was a man thirty years younger.

Given his tumultuous background, and advanced years, Agamemnon is wise to many of the tricks played by people. He is not easy to fool, and though he sees the world in black and white he is very much aware of people's grey interpretations. Normally unforgiving, he is even more so towards people who try to pull the wool over his eyes, especially those who try to use him in political machinations. He despises politicians, and holds a special place in his blackest thoughts for traitors of all kinds. Anyone who throws away their honour is worse than the lowest form of scum.

Religiously Agamemnon is totally devoted to the beliefs of his Queen, following her word unswayingly. He is dogmatic in his faith, but does not let it interfere with the realities of his duties. He will never choose devotion to a god over devotion to his men.

Moral Alignment

Lawful Neutral

Motivation

Agamemnon is primarily motivated by the desire to win glory everlasting, to have his name lauded in the history books as a figure of worth. He is also motivated by the desire to serve his queen to the death, extending and enacting her will through force.

Fears

Agamemnon mainly fears his own weakness. He senses himself getting older, and is terrified of losing his edge. He cannot retire quietly and grow fat and grey in the comfort of a palace. He would rather fight and die honourably. In connection to this he also fear showing weakness in front of others, and this includes any emotion. Losing his self-control would be terrible for him, and as his years advance this is becoming more of a possibility.

He also fears ambitious nobles or commanders, people who would happily send others to their deaths through incompetence or to advance their own means. Agamemnon cannot think of anything worse than callously ordering unnecessary deaths. To that end he is glad he has the power to stop most of these people, though their political machinations elude him.

Likes

Completing tasks, or forging something of worth.
Even at his age Agamemnon enjoys training. He loves the feel of the burn in his muscles, and the evidence of his efforts in a shattered practice dummy
Seeing his men succeed.
Apples. Agamemnon has a strange taste for apples, consuming many a day.
He also loves the sound of blacksmith's hammers, as they remind him of his youth.

Dislikes

Weakness. He will not tolerate it in anyone around him, especially himself.
Luxury. He will never take more than is necessary for him to live, and will never drape himself in finery.
Politics. The conniving ways of councilors and politicians collide heavily with his simple world view. You are with him or against him. There is no middle ground.
Non-Humans. A natural mistrust of anything different has led to a hatred of outsiders that manifests itself in ugly ways with Agamemnon, often violently reacting to them.
Agamemnon also hates religious fanatics. Although he is a devoted follower of Aule, he is pragmatic enough to put reality before his belief, and hates to see people persecuted for beliefs that differ from their loyalties.

Strengths

Agamemnon is a brilliant tactician as well as a capable fighter. His sense of honour will never allow him to surrender or back down from a fight, so he will always see things to their completion with a dogged determination.

Thanks to his advanced years, Agamemnon is also wise, certainly wise enough to know when he is being lied to.

Weaknesses

Quick to anger, Agamemnon can be goaded into saying or doing things he does not want to do.

Though he fights against it with all his might, his age sometimes gets to him. He tires more quickly than he used to, however he is still stronger than most men.

Is your character literate? In what languages?

He is literate in the common tongue, but sees no need to learn the others.

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C O M B A T || P R O W E S S

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Combativeness
Hand-to-Hand Combat:

Good: A warrior should be able to use anything as a weapon, and Agamemnon certainly can. His fists have brought many a fight to a bloody end.

Melee Combat:

Excellent: Forged on the battlefields of decades he is brutally proficient with swords and his favoured warhammer.

Ranged Combat:

Average: Agamemnon ultimately believes ranged warfare to be cowardly, though he utilises archers and artillery in warfare.

Mounted Combat:

Good: Riding since he was a small boy means that Agamemnon now walks slightly bow-legged, however this makes no difference to his fighting on foot.

Class Skills

Tactician- Excellent: As a member of the ruling elite and in his duty as lord commander, Agamemnon is a superb tactician, ascertaining the strengths of his men and applying them where they are needed.

Heavy Armour- Good: A man of his stature and bearing needs the best protection, especially when diving headlong into a fight. His muscled frame and long years of experience mean that Agamemnon wears even the heaviest of armours with ease.

Discipline- Excellent: More so in his more recent years, Agamemnon's self-discipline is legendary. He eats little and doesn't drink alcohol. He rarely shows emotion and trains with a strict regimen. It is only around the Messiah Queen that his discipline slips at times.

Persuasion- Good: Though not much of a speaker, Agamemnon knows how to appeal to people's sense of honour, especially with other soldiers. He knows their ways and their hardships, sharing many of them himself.

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E Q U I P M E N T

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Accessories
Agamemnon carries with him a bone carving of a dragon, made for him by his son Hektor. Though he usually disdains adornment, he wears this beneath the layers of armour and padding as a good luck charm, and also to keep his son close to his heart.

Weapon
Weapon Name: Icefist
Weapon Type: Warhammer
Material: Steel throughout
Length: 3ft
Weight: 4st
Weapon Description/Info: Icefist is Agamemnon's pride and joy. A massive, two-handed warhammer he wields it with deadly efficiency. It can be swung with one hand from horseback, but is most effective on foot.

Weapon
Weapon Name: N/A
Weapon Type: A long dagger
Material: Steel, with leather wrapping around the handle
Length: 35cm
Weight: The weight is hard to guess. To him it weighs little more than a feather, to others it will weigh a lot more.
Weapon Description/Info: A simple long dagger that Agamemnon always carries strapped to his belt. He will never be parted with it, seeing the benefits of always being armed, and the dangers of walking in to a situation where he might need it.

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B A C K G R O U N D

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Group Affiliation

The Queen and her endeavours.

Marital Status

Single

Relatives

Agamemnon has one son, Hektor


Social Rank

Noble

Occupation

Lord Commander/General of the Queen's armies

Bio/History



Agamemnon began life with no name. He knew, and still knows nothing of his parents, though he assumes they died in one of the plagues that swept through the land well before the arrival of the Messiah Queen. He was raised from an infant by a homeless woman in a slum outside of Dorchaidhe. Despite their poverty, she cared for him as much as she could. Often, gangs of men would ravage the slum, beating men and throwing children aside as they raped their mothers. One fateful time one of these gangs passed through, the woman who had raised Agamemnon fought back. Terrible screams sounded from within the shack, and when the men left Agamemnon heard nothing from inside. No sobs, no quiet call for him. Nothing. The poor woman who had cared for him was dead, her throat cut and her body beaten.

On his own and living as an outcast on the streets, none cared for Agamemnon, so he cared for himself. He quickly took on the appearance of a street youth, dirty and in ragged clothes, with a haunting stare that took in everything around him. Fighting for survival among the filth at the bottom of the pile, he often had to nearly kill other children for what scraps of food they could find. Often a source of amusement for thugs and guards, who would throw hunks of bread to groups of ravenous children. All the time, Agamemnon knew it was wrong. Though he had known nothing but pain and misery, something within him spoke of morality and decency. Watching from the gutters, he saw the nobles and merchants in their easy finery, fat and happy, ignoring the suffering right outside their windows. Hatred boiled in his heart. Hatred of those born to finery and wealth, who treated those beneath them with contempt.

Whilst scratching a living from the streets, Agamemnon heard the tales of great lords and knights, and of codes of honour and loyalty that made any man great. Tales of heroism and bravery in combat, against evil men and other creatures of the night. During a pageant held in Dorchaidhe he watched the ranks of men in shining armour parade through the city. Glittering examples of men of honour. Agamemnon dreamed of winning glory. To rise from the flith of the gutters and carve a name for himself in the annals of history. From that day, he determined to make a name for himself, and let none drag him from whence he came. He decided that as soon as possible, he would make his way to the glittering city of Citha, the capital of a kingdom rumoured to be an easy place for people to seek glory. He would go there and join the army, to carve his way to the top.

The route to Citha was long and hard for the boy. The road took him around the edge of Darkwood. He spent many nights curled in the bows of creeping trees, listening to the calls of nightmarish creatures. Days dragged on, and his feet began to bleed from walking along the road. He was passed by other travellers on horses and in carts, who ignored the haggard, and bleeding boy trudging towards Citha. When he finally reached the city, he was taken aback by its size. The towering walls and soaring spires spoke of wealth and glory beyond his imagining. Able to slip through the gate with the crowds, he found himself sucked into the back alleys of the great city. Unable to walk any further, he collapsed, slumped behind a blacksmith’s forge. He awoke to a cold splash of water. The smith had found him there. Through a stroke of luck, and the obvious hardness of his body, the smith agreed to take Agamemnon on. He would work the forge, and earn food. Sleeping under the warmth of the forge, Agamemnon trained his body. The hard work toned his muscles and weathered his skin. He also used any opportunity to practice with the swords the blacksmith made, swinging them in the back alley, and sometimes fighting other children with sticks.

It was during his time with the smith that Agamemnon forged his warhammer, Icefist. Gleaning together scraps of metal, and learning techniques from his years in the forge, Agamemnon cast and beat out the head and handle of a great hammer. Tirelessly he worked, sparks flying as he beat the metal, folding it over and over till it was strong enough to shatter steel. The metal of the hammer shimmered slightly when it was cooled, even more so as Agamemnon carved designs onto it. Soon enough the weapon was ready, a great two-handed hammer that would make even an armoured knight pause.

Saying his goodbyes to the blacksmith, on whose charity he had survived, Agamemnon joined the royal army, assigned to an infantry division with many other poor soldiers. He was issued with simple armour, a leather jerkin and pitted metal helmet. Agamemnon soon gained a reputation for brutal ferocity, fighting with determination against any opponent. Through many small skirmishes he formed a bond with the other soldiers, finally feeling at ease among other people, though he still remained somewhat distant. Commanders saw that he could get things done, often commanding respect from his fellow soldiers even though he held no rank or title. During this time he also taught himself to read the common tongue, slaving over torn pieces of paper or adverts, pushing himself to learn the secrets of the squiggles that had eluded him before.

The turning point of Agamemnon’s life came in a horrific battle, in which he fought in the front line. Standing alongside the other men of his company, he watched with some trepidation as the enemy marched forwards. When he could see the faces and the details of the enemy soldiers, he rallied himself with a grim determination. With the order to charge Agamemnon surged forwards with the others, a terrifying war cry emerging from his lips as he carved his way into the enemy line, swinging his hammer around his head and staving in shields and heads left and right. However, the enemy were too many. As the battle collapsed around him and the officers lay dead or wounded, he rallied together bands of tired and bloody soldiers, beating them into formation and trying to drive them away from the fighting that was quickly becoming a massacre. Holding them against waves of the lithe and quick enemies, mages threw blasts of magic at them that seared through the air, cleaving smoking holes in the rapidly dwindling group. Arrows flew left and right, striking shields and whipping men out of the line, but Agamemnon stood fast, waving his hammer above his head and bellowing at the men below him. Eventually the small group was left surrounded by the bodies of friends and foes alike, the pile almost too high to fight over. Exhausted, battered and bloodied Agamemnon’s group stared at the enemy, who watched them warily. Slowly, they managed to retreat, edging slowly away from the battlefield and following Agamemnon back to Citha. Returning to the city, a shadow of the army that had left, Agamemnon was lauded as a hero for saving the men he had. He was appointed a captain in recognition of his actions and given his name, but the whole thing left him uncomfortable. The praise and adulations felt hollow. Only saving his men, and the glory he had won mattered to him.

Everything changed when the Messiah Queen overthrew the royal family and established the Kingdom of Dorelith. Though at first he had ignored the stories of the prophet wandering the lands and preaching the teachings of Aule. The nobles of the kingdom worried as she began to gather strength, her supposed miracles drawing devotion from the peasants. At the time, Agamemnon was sent out to quell the unrest sparked by famine. Food riots had torn through villages and towns alike, and only a show of military force would stop them. It was during one of these missions that the capital fell. Things happened so quickly that Agamemnon and the rest of the army had little time to react. Returning to Citha unaware of what had happened, Agamemnon and the other captains were dragged before the queen. He was immediately captivated with her. The knights and nobles around her paled in comparison to her beauty, and he felt a pull on his long dormant heart. Though at first hesitant and wary of his previous oaths, Agamemnon was captivated by the queen and swore his loyalty, pledging his life to her protection and his men to her defence.

Under the queen Agamemnon flourished. His devotion to duty evident he was quickly given leave to lead the queen’s army against the numerous uprisings that followed in the wake of her accession. He trained the new regiments of the army, raised to replace those lost, and forged them into an elite fighting force. His hatred of outsiders and traitors led to a number of horrific incidences in which groups of dissidents were left slaughtered. On one such occasion, he besieged a town that remained loyal to the old kings. Scaling the walls, Agamemnon ordered the entire town put to the sword. Buildings burned and the walls were pulled down. Corpses were piled high about the rubble, and some survivors burned at the stake as examples to any who would defy the rule of the Messiah Queen. But aside from these few incidences, his career was relatively quiet. Continuing his education, Agamemnon became versed in some literature and poetry, though he never caught on to the latter.

Alongside the military happenings, a deep love of the queen was developing in Agamemnon's breast. Parts of his self long since laid dormant from his tragic childhood, thawed around her. Every time he saw the queen the world seemed brighter. He revelled in her speech and sought every opportunity to be with her. Her smile brought a light to his face that dispelled his usual stoic look. His men often found amusement in the slight grin that played over their commander’s face every so often as he thought of the queen. As time went on he spent more and more time with her, often alone. The pair spent long hours talking, the queen teasing out secrets about his past that he would never reveal to anyone voluntarily. She even read to him, his focus less on the story and more on her voice, following the lilts of emotion as he discovered worlds he had never known. Then one fateful night, he cast aside his dignified facade and confessed his love to her. Clumsy though it may have been, his confession was full of feeling, and he fell totally under the queen’s spell. The results of that night spent in the arms of the Messiah Queen came back to haunt Agamemnon, and severely dented honour. When he left her chambers, Agamemnon’s sense of honour returned to him. He cursed himself for revealing weakness, and even bedding the one he was sworn to protect. The queen fell pregnant and months later presented Agamemnon with his son, Hektor. Though the ceremony had only hosted a small number of nobles and councillors, Agamemnon burned with shame and embarrassment. He swore, on the highest oaths, that nothing like that would happen again. He took on the bearing of a spartan commander. Respectful, disciplined and totally unforgiving.

Hektor was an uncomfortable truth for Agamemnon, and in his early years he tried to avoid him as much as possible. Hektor was left to the wives of other captains to look after. It was only after a long and stressful time that Agamemnon realised that to abandon his son would be greatest betrayal of his honour he could conceive of, and from then on took Hektor into his simple household. As he grew, Agamemnon was hard on Hektor, beating the principles of honour and duty into him, teaching him how to be a soldier and punishing any weakness or insolence. Once, when Hektor had been caught stealing oranges with some other boys, Agamemnon beat him till his back ran bloody. He told the boy, “scars are there to remind you of what you did wrong. Remember and learn.” There was little love lost between the two, but Agamemnon was proud of the man his boy was growing up to be. Strong, cunning and honour-bound. Though he would never let him know it, Agamemnon loved Hektor more than his own beating heart, and sought only the best fighters to train him. Soon enough Hektor was fighting alongside Agamemnon in the battle lines, serving with dignity and honour. Though he had the feeling that Hektor let his emotions sway him more than they should, Agamemnon allowed himself a slip of character when Hektor reached the age of manhood. Taking the boy in his arms he had told him how proud he was, but urged him to never forget the lessons he had taught.

A career soldier and the Lord Commander of the queen's armies, duties weigh even more around Agamemnon's shoulders. Now his age advances, and his fears of his own weakness dominate his thoughts. But nonetheless, he is determined to fight to his last breath. To serve the Messiah Queen with honour and dignity. To lay down his life if necessary for her. Glory and honour will be his, in this life or the next.