Ser Thomas 'Ironsides' Ashes

[osumanduas 1437]

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Spoiler

 

 

Weary Wettlock, commissioned and completed by Edmond Manston

 

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Basic Information

Nicknames: Thomas “Wettlock” Ashes

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6'0''

Weight: 190 lbs

Body Type: Tall, strong, proportunate

Eyes: Dark Green

Hair: Dirty Blond/Fraying

Skin: Pasty White

Personality: Stubborn, Arrogant, Prideful, Cold, Loyal to his own.

Inventory: A poorly forged dagger is oft. crammed into his belt more so a memento. A blade of  Sunfield Steel, Nauzican made.

 

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Life Style

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Deity: The Creator

Religion: Church of the Canon

Nation: The Holy Orenian Empire

Job/Class: Soldier

Profession(s): Bodyguard, Pickpocket.

Special Skill(s): Substantial Strength, Middling Guitarist, Fluent Court Speech

Flaw(s): Quick Tempered and Arrogant.

 

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Relationships

Parents: Reina von Jarrsen, Adelric Ashford de Bar.

Extended Family: His extended family includes the House of de Bar.

Close Comrades: Henry Horen, Charles Horen. Vitallius de Capua, Medeleine Francesca, Michael Hightower, John Montney, Drevin de Sarkozy, Emperor John II, Amelie de Savoie, Reinholt Helvets Aileen Roke.

Acquaintances: Miss Maude, Miss Anne, Igor, Francis Sarkoz, Madeleine Francesca, Aengoth, Wolfgang Vladov, Edwyn Harwyn, Maric Vimmark, William Chamberlain. Nyx the Elf, the Nauzican Brigade in full.

 

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Biography

The beefy blond servant was originally birthed to a lowly Kaedreni wench, and a spoiled Ashford knight on a chipped oaken table in one of Felsen’s many backwater taverns. Neither Tom or his mother knew of his father's noble birth, nor the actual name of his said father. For all Thomas believed at the time, was that he was left to grow up in the allies riddling Copper Court.

 

Contrary to popular belief, the majority of Felsen, especially for those less fortunate, is a shithole. The grime of the dirt caked streets and the stingy smell of the sewers reeks throughout all the city with the exception of the market square and the Gold District. Tom oft did his best in this environment, thieving a few coppers from unsuspecting bystanders and generally prowling around in the unlikely parts of town. He involved himself in criminal activities, gangs, the violence generally rising as he tried to make a living in the overcrowded capitol. As he grew into the beast he is today, that activity merely skyrocketed. His Holiness put a stop to that however.

 

Before the brother to the Emperor ascended to the Pontifical Throne; Daniel III ran a poorhouse close to the less rotten parts of Copper Court. Thomas often stopped by on his less successful days, when his belly was hollowed out and grumbling. Daniel III noted his raw mass and recruited Tom giving him tenure as a bodyguard for his children, Charles and Henry Horen. No longer did he starve in the streets with the other sewer rats in Copper Court. He could now properly bathe, and work within the castle close.

 

Thomas Wettlock, as he was called in Copper Court, grew out of that station. He became well acquainted with longer blades, as well as the knives and shivs that he was accustomed to in the slums. His dirty techniques, and his rough, ruthless, attitude came in handy when defending his Holiness’ tots from danger. He continues to serve with his own sense of street smarts, guarding his little lords with his life. At a slow pace he began to eventually soar, earning a place in the proper Imperial Court after foiling an assassin's attempt at the Emperor's life. As a result of this stalwart loyalty he was hefted into the clutches of the newly reformed "Nauzican Bridage."

 

Now, as an Imperial soldier he was introduced to proper warfare and mannerisms, the Copper Cant he carried before his ascent was simply unfit for the rank and file of the gentlemen corp. He began to teach himself literacy and proper court speech, ultimately perfected during his tenure at the Imperial Court. Through Ancelcourt to Anpalais he served, befriending the likes of Michael Hightower, 'the Aengul,' and Vitallius de Capua, 'the Bastard of Dyffa.' He met many from all backgrounds, for the Nauzica was as close to a meritocracy as the now grizzled, blonde solider had ever come across.

 

His early years within the Brigade were filled with full scale combat, as he served ferociously during against the Rurikid rebels that threatened the realm's stability. His experiences in Avar honed the skills he had already possessed, and he continued to provide a proper backbone to the professional band throughout his career. He also sought out competition, fighting in many a melee and jousts for glory and prestige. Oft did he do well, catapulting himself into third place within the lists with utmost certainty the majority of the time, he also proved his mastery of the sword in the melees of the realm, defeating the Hetman, Vanir, and all others in single combat on more than one occasion.

 

Twas during this period of prestige he was noticed by his highly grandmother, whom unveiled his heritage, much to his discontent. He'd felt disillusioned and lacking, as he had always taken great pride in his span as one of so low birth. He proceeded to wholeheartedly ignore the declarations and continue as he did before, burning his own writ of legitimization after much internal debate on the actions. He'd affirmed it, he was Wettlock, no matter his heritage.

 

Soon after even that, he was knighted for his great deeds and loyalty to the crown, receiving a knightly fief in Istria, and the epithet 'Ironside,' after surviving against all odds after being severely wounded by a beast within the de Wett swamps. Soon after even that he began to court a Savoyard noblewomen of the name, Lady Renee de Aryn. He even acquired a squire by the name of Roderick Baldwin, whom he trained profusely. With time and effort he spent many years invested in those endeavors. He took to renovating his home and all else. However his relationships strained under the buildup of stress it caused, he had outstretched himself.

 

After a few years he had abandoned his heartfelt fancy for the Lady de Aryn, his kindness frayed and dismantled due to the pulls he felt from all sides. He was now Lieutenant within the Nauzica, which stressed him even further. The final straw was his mothers passing, and the chaos that consumed him after. The Felsenic Fire, a grand tragedy, burned to cinder his childhood home in Copper Court, along with his mother, whom he took for granted many a time. This drove into him an undercurrent of anger that would fuel ambitions yet to come, and he began to question his previous actions deeply.

 

Wettlock is currently a changed man, the chivalry he had shown in his youth has drained from his life, and due to the loss of his mother he remains unhinged. A more volatile variation of his Savoyard blood. 

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