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Background
Kierne used to be one of Duke Ronan Crawford's squires. He is the nephew of Aidan Kincaid, the Duke of Lakeshire.
When I was first sent to House Crawford it was as a fresh, new squire to one of Duke Pallow Crawford's knights. It was my hope that in time I could become Sir Pallow's squire for he was a renown knight of the Rioga. Alas, I hadn't been a year squired when the Laniveer invaded Mobrin. Both Sir Pallow and my own knight were slain in the fighting and it was Sir Pallow's younger son, the newly knighted Ronan Crawford, who took me up as his squire after the Battle of Westgate. I was amazed and proud both when the King raised Sir Ronan to Rioga soon after.
Since then I have been working hard to better myself at both blade and horse, among so many other skills I must learn. Certainly there is no where better than Sutherland to find oneself a fine mount! My father and my uncle see that I lack for nothing, especially now that Duke Cedric Crawford is no more. In early 228 he and his Lady wife were murdered and Trueborn Keep was burned. Sir Ronan Crawford as the younger brother and last direct line male of that House unexpectedly became Duke of Sutherland.
More than ever I must conduct myself worthy of serving such a bold man. I think the Gods, or at least Sess, favours him and I pray that I may become such a man as the Gods may favour also.
Character Features
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KEER-nuh
The gangly awkwardness of this youth's adolescence has been tempered by liberal doses of hard work, giving his shoulders and chest a certain well-apportioned breadth as he shoots up past five ten, five eleven, growing like a weed. His hair looks to have a tendency to curl, but the mud brown locks are hardly given a chance to do so, clipped close enough that they merely stick out here and there in a bedheaded tousle that summons from his heavily lidded hazel eyes a somewhat lethargic countenance even at moments of extreme energy. He is shaven, but not assiduously, and often enough can be found with a fair bit of scruff about his jaw.
Behavior
| KIERNE: | PUBLIC | PRIVATE |
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| SOBER | Dutiful, Disciplined, Obedient, Cautious, Shy | Genial, Pleasant, Witty, Relaxed, Jocular |
| DRUNK | Loquacious, Witty, Cutting, Libidinous, Revelrous | Brooding, Philosophical, Depressed, Yearning, Bitter |
Quirks
- Heeltwin: Kierne was the second-born of twins. This is not necessarily known to people outside of his family, since his brother died when they were both stricken by an illness at the age of seven. People close to the family might also recall his father, in a moment of high emotion after the tragedy, wishing that it had been the other twin to survive. Nobody thought Kierne could hear, but ever since then relations have been at best tense between father and son.
- Low Self-Esteem: Kierne has, through a variety of causes, but esp. viz. supra, developed a keen sense of self-loathing. Praise has a tendency to make him uncomfortable as it clashes with his personal paradigm of self.
- Alcoholic: When he gets started drinking, it's hard for him to stop. He has occasionally gone whole days in a state of intoxication, but Sir Ronan has largely beaten this behavior out of him. Fortunately he tolerates alcohol very well, and so functions well enough when drunk, even if it loosens his tongue more than it should in polite society.
- Pansexual: From his first adolescence Kierne's loins have hardly discriminated in excitement between the genders, his libidinous interest piqued both by men and women. His preference has been tainted by a certain misogyny as he's grown; he might be sexually attracted to women, but he doesn't like them very much, finding them coy and diffident and generally unpleasant, especially the nobility. He's much more likely to fall in love with men, and he does, frequently, even if it's merely a platonic love, such as he feels for Sir Ronan. As for women, he is far more likely to enter into a physical relationship without the emotion behind it. Meanwhile he's fascinated with the liminal space between genders. Men who dress in women's clothing or women who act in particularly masculine ways (bypassing his distaste for feminine behaviors) are highly likely to draw his attention and interest.
- Pessimist: A Pessimist with a capital P; id est, not a person who expects everything to end badly (though he often does), but with a keen interest in the New Pessimistic school of philosophy, whose proponents declare that nothing in life is certain, knowable or provable. They tend to write some scandalous things about the contrived nature of society and manners, and some have gone so far as to suggest that there is no natural distinction between nobility and commoners, and that the contrived boundaries between the so-called classes should be broken down.
Recent Logs
I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams
he said it's lack of sex that's bringing me down.
I went to a whore, and he said my life's a bore
so quit my whining, 'cause it's bringing her down.
You could be a float for the fourth of July,
based on your theme of "Wallflowers Gone Wild."
Look through your peephole, you've won every prize.
Let's drink, drink, this town is so great.
Drink, drink, 'cause it's never too late
to drink, drink, to no great surprise,
but what words rhyme with buried alive?
What words rhyme with buried alive?
It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy.
'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me.
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?
I didn't mean to call you that…
I'm just seven hours old, truly beautiful to behold,
And somebody should be told my libido hasn't been controlled.
Now the only thing I've come to trust is an orgasmic rush of lust.
It rose tints my world and keeps me safe from my trouble and pain.
This will be a list of anything significant Kierne has achieved on the battlefield. Winning that Tourney on Foot doesn't count. ;)
Ambush at Darfield Castle
- Tended to the wounds of the Lord Admiral Eoin Haravean.
- Significant Wounds Taken: Broken Rib, Axe Wound to the Gut.
- Kill Count: 0
Battle of Crosswynds
- Turned 18 (I know, not much of an achievement, but for the sake of timeline).
- Took Athryl of the Laniveeri captive while helping stop him do the same to Valarius Micha.
- Proposed and led a successful prisoner exchange.
- Led a hunting trip during a lull in the battle to bring fresh food for the troops.
- Defended the camp against an incursion of war dogs, took one war dog and their master captive.
- Significant Wounds Taken: Swordthrust to the ribs.
- Kill Count: 1 war dog
The Lakeshire Forest Massacre
- Helped track the whereabouts of Duke Aidan Kincaid, who had been kidnapped.
- Defended his uncle's flank in the subsequent melee.
- Significant Wounds Taken: Broken hand, sword slash at the back of the neck.
- Kill Count: 0
On the Grid
Known Associates
Drink with me to days gone by,
Sing with me the songs we knew
Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads,
Here's to witty girls who went to our beds
Here's to them, and here's to you.
Drink with me to days gone by,
Can it be you fear to die?
Will the world remember you when you fall?
Could it be your death means nothing at all?
Is your life just one more lie?
Drink with me to days gone by,
To the life that used to be.
Let the wine of friendship never run dry,
At the shrine of friendship never say die.
Here's to you and here's to me…
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Duke Aidan Romyn Kincaid III : My uncle and a good man to share a drink with. I don't envy him his position, nor the burden he bears, and if I can help alleviate some of his cares with copious bouts of liquor and a good showing at tourney, I will consider my nephewly duties fulfilled. |
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Lord Hadrian Kincaid : My father hates me, too. Sometimes I feel as though if you'd let me get closer we'd be more brothers than cousins. Do I blame you for your anger? No. I know that anger. I only channel mine inward, while you channel yours outward. You need a Ronan as badly as I did. |
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Lord Bowen Kincaid : How are you the same age I am? I wish my uncle would see there's still time for this one, and with copious applications of hugs, well-wishes and support he might yet escape the Curse of the Kincaids. I see Him in you, too, Bowen. At the bottom of the bottle, sometimes it makes me resent you. But for the most part, you have my admiration. Grace under pressure. We'll see how long it holds out. |
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Auntie N : She is undeniably hot. My uncle deserves himself a piece of that. A sweet enough woman, too, who has taken me underwing as her nephew and let me give her her first taste of motherhood when I got sick and threw up all over her. |
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The Senator : Another great guy to go out drinking with. Only those cursed with the name Kincaid could have two positively pleasant uncles and one singularly bitter father. He'd rather I took to the ships with him and my cousin Daune, I'd wager, but he tolerates my bid for knighthood. |
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My Blessed Aunt : I feel she's more of a mother to me than my own mother, sometimes. She speaks to me frankly and isn't afraid to tell me I'm an idiot, but she gives me her cheek to kiss and never seems wroth with me, not even when I bother the handmaidens in her household. |
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Duke Ronan Crawford : A Rioga knight and Duke of Sutherland to whom I am squired. It has been a strange series of events that have shaped my life thus far and brought me to this bold man. Sir Ronan pretends to be a simple forthright knight who has unexpectedly been thrust into the role of Duke. Yet in truth he is a many layered and complex man, keeping much private. He speaks his mind and is honorable, fierce as a lion. My admiration, always, and love. |
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The Lord Admiral : The Lady Lis' brother. I don't imagine he fathoms my yearning for her, and I would have it stay that way henceforth. He's a good man, and an impressive archer, and I would hate to have him shooting at me. He bought her a puppy, which amuses me no end, considering. |
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Trevian : A ranger and mapmaker who introduced me to the delights of Sky Herb. His stories of life in the forests were entrancing, almost made me weep with their beauty. If only life could be so here. |
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Lee : A ranger in my Lord Knight's retinue. A girl-born boy, who doesn't mind my treating her as one of the lads. We'll see, in time, whether her true nature is as it seems on the surface, or what lies underneath. |
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Oxley : He hates me, and will likely always do so. I don't know what I have to do to change it, and, having given him both the right to pummel me with fists and to best me with a blade to impress my uncle, I don't know what else I can give him. I had hoped for a friend in my uncle's squire, but I'm done trying. Next move is in his court. |
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Athryl : This one hates me, too. I don't know whether he has the right to, but I was tempted to the very same hatred, myself. It's the way of war, I guess. I don't think I hurt him as badly as I sometimes fear I have. |
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Treasure : A thing of beauty is a joy only so long as that beauty does last. A thing of hideousness which does give joy gives joy much longer lasting. My first lover, and growing rather dear to me. … Growing, and grown. She is deep in my heart, and when I lay dying on the floor of the dining room, all I could dream of was a peaceful life with her. |
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Layla : She offered herself to me, should I ever have desire for what she has to offer. I have to say she has rather enchanting hips; will be the good use of a lonesome night, next time I find myself without my Treasure. … She's a regular patron of the sensual arts… or shall I say, matron? She has agreed to pleasure my beloved Treasure in my company, which should be an entertaining evening. Watch this space. She demands quite a price, but is UNDENIABLY worth it. She played my beloved Treasure like a zither with her tongue, and made her cry out the most beautiful sorts of songs. |
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The Lady Lis : The one that got away. Well, she didn't so exactly get away as was probably never that intrigued by me to begin with. It's all well; trifling with ladies of title is only bound to get one in trouble of either the marriage or death variety. Let her live and be merry with her Kieryn. I only wish they would marry the more swiftly, as this one still gnaws upon me. … Once again, the consolation of Philosophy overcomes the cancerous welt of untimely love. This phantom is banished from my heart, and I am at peace. |
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V : He has had his fingers inside my person, which counts him closer than a simple friend to me. The best sort of companion, with whom I may speak freely. The sort of companionship that so easily sparks desire. A desire never to be fulfilled, due to his priesthood, but a pleasant desire, nonetheless. Where the knowledge that I will never be with Lis makes my soul sour, this one bothers me less, possibly because I still have the pleasure of his conversation. … Now my companion in war, we have forged a bond of body and soul which I will ever cherish. |
