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Who am I? ↠ I am Sir Charles Plantagnet, son of Thomas Plantagnet and Margret Campbell, but I go by simply the Charles or milord. I am currently twenty nine years of age but without a wife or heirs of my own; I hope that I will find a beautiful woman soon. I have been a soldier for as long as I can remember and am well respected, being a commander of one of the largest battalions in the army. I am a human and wield no forms of magic; the only things I wield are my two swords and my dagger.
How do I act? ↠ I am elusive; I prefer the company of myself or a few select individuals above the company of a large group. I am not, however, shy. No no, I may not speak very often, but I'm perfectly confident. I just choose not to speak; what is the point of speaking just for the sake of it? So I give off the aura of silence, but also an aura of authority and indifference. When I speak, it's a powerful baritone in a drawling tone. However, I am also a very aggressive, hot-headed individual. Make any remark about me, or those people who are my select few allies, and you will find yourself being stared down at close proximity, held by the front of your shirt and perhaps pinned against a tree if there are any nearby. If not, you may find yourself on the ground with the cool steel blade of my sword at your throat.
I am also intelligent. I'll silently analyse a situation and figure out a way to either escape, or to fight your way out. It may be using the terrain, it may be using brief attacks, it may even just be sneaking silently out of the way. I'm very quick to make these decisions; a born leader, really, focused and decisive. A fair warning: I will not take no for an answer, and will take charge when no one else seems to be able to. I value honour and pride.
What is my story? ↠ I was born twenty-four years ago, in the middle of one of the harshest winters ever seen. My mother was being tended to my her many maids in a dark room in one of the castle's turrets; the only warmth was the raging fire and the scattering of candles. My father paced in his study, for my mother was only young: seventeen. Marriage is a business, remember, and a father will marry his daughter to a wealthy man (if possible) as soon as she is off age. One of the maids was married at fourteen. They may have married for convenience and wealth, but he had grown to love her and he hoped that she would survive, for if the child was a girl, she had to be capable of producing a son. A few hours later, he was called into the room where my mother sat slumped in the large bed, a blanket wrapped around an infant. It was, of course, me.
My childhood was brief. From the age of six, I was shown the art of combat, how to run an estate, how to manage my affairs and my money. Twice, my mother became pregnant again; the first time, she miscarried four months into the pregnancy. The second time, she gave birth to a daughter. I can barely remember my darling little sister - Anne was her name - for she was born when I was four and died when I was nine from a fever. Seven years later, my father went to war. He died in battle and word was sent back to my mother and I. She herself died two months later from grief. Since then, I have worked my way up to become one of the most respected men in the entire kingdom with many connections and much wealth; enough to rival the King himself.
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fc: aneurin barnard as richard duke of gloucester/king richard the third
