Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 2.0m (6'2")
Weight: 90kg (200lbs)
Appearance: It has been said, if ever such creatures existed, that Bornaeli's mother must have taken an ogre for a lover at one point in time or another. Large and well-muscled, Bornaeli's size and stature differ from that of the rest of his siblings (who are predominantly narrow and lithe). A square jaw and prickly brown-blonde stubble dominate his face more often than not, his brown eyes as equally brutish as his cheeks. From his broad shoulders sprout two powerful arms easily capable of wrestling a man from his horse. His gnarled and calloused hands are larger than most men's faces, the fingers stout and vice-like. Seldom clad in his inherited plate mail and chain, Bornaeli can be see clad in tunics and trousers adorned by a belted sword or two.
Personality: Being born to a knightly family, Bornaeli was raised on the notion that he was the upright and flawless defender of the less powerful. Condescending to those he deems less fortunate, capable, or of lower status than himself, the large knight makes a pretty picture in the court of any lordling, knightly order, or naive peasant but often insults others with a modicum of dignity or intelligence. Still, he is well mannered and polished (something he owes to his mother), and will often be remembered more often for his sense of duty and place than for his condescending tendencies.
Background: Bornaeli's family was one of the several minor noble lines in service to some greater lord or lady due to some debt of honor or another. The family lineage blurred by years of assassination, misdirection, and cloak-and-dagger family politics, the Lodiore house is the shadow of a great house in the making. The fourth child of five, Bornaeli was raised from an early age to be a charming young nobleman in court by his mother, a warrior by his father. In many ways, Bornaeli received more attention than his elder brother due to the conflicted upbringing from both sides of his family, though in truth he was given half of the mind of one parent and half the mind of another at the best of times.
As he aged, Bornaeli's education became less and less about lords and ladies as more time was diverted into learning the universal negotiator: skill at arms. With little hope to ascend to his elder brother's position as heir to the household (particularly after becoming an uncle to four strong boys), Bornaeli began to devote his time into fighting and the craft of war. Renouncing his official family ties in all but name, Bornaeli joined the Brotherhood of Blades, a well-respected unit of warriors-for-hire, enlisted to various houses across the lands both as a fighting force and as a means of reducing the likelihood of a house war (with so many names tied into their contracts, few would dare the potential for betrayal).
Now well-vested in the traditions and ways of his brotherhood, Bornaeli believed his position in life set. Trained under several masters of martial techniques and honed over the years to be a living weapon, he believed the road had reached an even plane. Now invited by the queen's grace, perhaps something new will come.
Skills:
- Adaptable; though while armor can restrict his mobility, Bornaeli's reflexes are sharp and his mind quick to act
- Well-versed; trained to blend into the court life, Bornaeli's knowledge of the various lords and ladies, while not as potent or all-reaching as a courtier's might be, is something to consider
- Warrior of the Brotherhood; as a member of the Brotherhood of Blades, Bornaeli's skills extend to most bladed weapons, a master of none, user of all
Flaws:
- Noble blood; a born nobleman at heart, Bornaeli finds it difficult to connect with anyone of lower stature and often views them as individuals in need of his aid
- Sense of duty; though devoted to various moral causes, Bornaeli's own sense of duty extends well beyond his reach, often staying his hand and confining him to his personal honor
- Disowned; his choice to abandon his family has left Bornaeli disowned from and titles and lands he would have inherited, leaving him an outcast in court and upon the battlefield, as outside of his order he has no set social caste
