D*ckwad
Category: Character Info

Name: D*ckwad

Age: 26

Playby: Medieval times. Maybe even Renaissance. Both applied to fantastical and non-fantasy worlds.

D*ckwad is an impoverished knight who wanders around the land in search of tournaments, knightly or mercenary services.

He is a young guy with messy, long black hair, and a face wearing a frown and usually droopy eyes. If they widen, you are f***ed. Either way, he has the look of a lad who went through some sh*t and had enough of it. No, don't ask for pictures, I can never find a perfect one for him.

His armor is a full suit of chainmail. A coif and arming cap for his head, a long sleeved hauberk for the torso and arms, a gambeson underneath, and mail chausses for the legs. His weapons are a heatee shield and mace, because you definitely need maces to beat the ever living sh*t out of people, especially when they are armored.

What's the story? Well D*ckwad was born nobility. His mom and dad are both countess and earl respectively, and he had a good, priveleged life. Typical of you noble kids. He later became a page in the court, followed by a squire when he is a teen. He was squire until at the age of 26 because for some f***ing reason he was always overlooked in knighting ceremonies. The prettier squires got the title. I bet my balls that the knights and lords like them pretty boys.

Anyways. Throughout his life, his relationship with his parents and some peers were getting strained when he became disillusioned with nobility and saw how sh*tty nobles can be. His parents pressured him into getting to politics but he just couldnt grasp it in full.

When he was FINALLY knighted, he was on the breaking point. He was told to marry some princess bitch to carry out the legacy, but because of his self doubts and choosing to be rather lonely than being hurt by a loved one in the future, he refuses.

Under pressure, he finally snapped. He tolchocked and almost maimed his parents, donned the afromentioned armor given to him as a new knight, took his shield, stole a mace after curb stomping another noble, and escaped. He didnt manage to take a lance, rather he stole a horse and rode as far as he can into the wilderness before dumping it and ran off, never looking back.

D*ckwad's money is now dwindling despite attending some tournaments or being hired for service for some time. Who knows what else is in store for our poor knight.

The house may still be on alert for him when they are still butthurt at the fact that nobles can bleed.