Jehan de Challon

Jehan soupira beaucoup, alors qu'il s'asseyait sur un tabouret à côté du feu de la lance avec une tasse de vin dans une main. La bataille avait été un désordre sanglant, bien que la plupart de la lance soit sortie sans blessures majeures sauf une, qui ne sortait pas du tout. Le corps d'Henri était enveloppé avec les autres corps et bientôt tous les corps brûleraient, en envoyant les âmes à partir. Jehan regarda les visages de sa lance, illuminé par le feu jaune. Chacun d'eux semblait fatigué, avec une vague de tristesse bien qu'il y ait aussi un soulagement; soulagement pour être encore en vie avec la plupart de la lance intacte. Charles était le seul à avoir l'air plus tendu, bien que Jehan n'était pas sûr si c'était le chagrin ou le fait qu'ils ont tous deux monté dans le harnais de bataille complet jusqu'à ce qu'ils aient regagné le camp. Ce n'était pas une expérience agréable par quelque moyen que ce soit. Mais Jehan a estimé que c'était un effort nécessaire, au cas où une autre attaque viendrait, il valait mieux être prêt.
Au son du chant et de la musique, la célébration de Jehan tourna la tête. Quelques rangées de tentes à l'extérieur, il voyait des mouvements et entendait des rires et des chants, bien qu'il ne fût pas en mesure d'exprimer l'un quelconque des mots ou des visages. Il pouvait les comprendre, même s'il ne pouvait pas les rejoindre. Sa propre humeur était beaucoup trop aigre pour les célébrations. Il leva la coupe à sa bouche et buva alors qu'il retournait au feu crépitant.
"Jehan?" Charles demanda, et ne continua pas tant que Jehan ne rencontra pas ses yeux. "Qu'allez-vous faire de l'offre?"
Jehan soupirait lourdement et se tenait debout, finissant le vin et plaçant la coupe du tabouret. "Viens."Il a dit, "Le pyre devrait être prêt maintenant". La lance s'est levée comme une seule, bien que Charles ait pris une profonde respiration pour se calmer. "Ces 'Blood Rose Irréguliers' seront aussi ragtag que cette force même, à moins que quelqu'un l'organise en une bonne entreprise et d'une manière ou d'une autre d'acquérir l'équipement approprié pour eux." Il a dit que la lance marchait vers l'endroit où le pyre avait été construit pour les morts. « De plus, il faudrait beaucoup plus d'hommes que cela, ce qui signifie une campagne de recrutement dans les villes et les villages, ce qui signifie un besoin de monnaie. Bien qu'il n'y ait pas de pénurie de travail pour les entreprises appropriées et le salaire devrait être assez bon, compte tenu des problèmes." Jehan s'est ébranlé au moment où ils sont arrivés à l'enterrement. "S'il devient une bonne entreprise, alors ce ne sera pas un mauvais pari." Les mots semblaient rendre Charles content et le sujet a chuté, tous trop fatigués pour se soucier en ce moment de ce qu'était leur prochain mouvement.
Alors que le pyre funéraire était allumé, Jehan offrit une prière silencieuse à l'âme d'Henri. Le pire était probablement le fait qu'il ne saurait jamais quel genre de Chevalier Henri serait devenu, si seulement il avait vécu. Il regarda Johannes et Michael, Johannes fut évidemment le plus affecté des deux valets alors qu'il tentait d'étouffer un sob. Ce serait mieux le matin, avec de nouveaux soucis et des souvenirs ternes.
Name: Jehan de Challon
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Jehan is tall with a muscular build, making him rather imposing. He also has a certain martial grace and youthful vigour, making him quicker then one would probably guess. His eyes are a bright blue and his hair blond and cut short. His face is stern, but not unkind and it is mostly unremarkable, except a prominent nose.
It is notable that his clothes, normally a doublet with a mantle and hose, are of rather fine quality, which suggests that he is from a well-off family. To battle he wears a suit of armour with a bascinet for helm.



(I can probably find one that shows the face somewhere if I take some time to look.)
Bio: Jehan is the fourth son of a Count in the southern Empire. His upbringing was therefore a good one in most aspects. He never went hungry or lacked a roof above his head. Though he faced his own challenges, be it three older brothers, his father or the high expectations of him in all he did.
Growing up, he had a good education with good tutors that his father paid for. He never found the lessons any fun, and more often then not tried to escape them. Though there was one exception; the lessons of history and battles intrigued him and it became the only lesson he actually looked forward too. As he became older, there was another lesson that he grew to enjoy; the lessons with the swordmaster. Not because the old Knight was a good teacher, but because he had the childish hope of many to become one of those grand knights of the tales. So, while his training with the Knight became a painful affair, with enough bruises through the years to fill a book if he had counted them and written them down plus a few broken fingers and other aches.
With time, and not really his own choice he became a diligent boy, always working with some task or trying to improve himself. At first it was because of his father and tutors forced him to. But it had become something he simply did without anyone telling him before long, and without really noticing he found he enjoyed to always be working on something. Even so, he often found himself to be a disappointment to his father who always held his first born in the highest regard and his fourth son in the lowest. His brothers were not much better, even calling him "The lesser son" often enough for it to stick.
As he came of age, he was perhaps not the most well-read in anything but history or even the most skilled with the sword, which he came to blame on his lousy teacher. But he had become self-assured even if his brothers and father did not believe in him. The first thing he did was to find a better sparring partner which would come to increase his ability drastically. Sparring became the daily activity he enjoyed most, and for the most part he had very little to do. His father gave the more interesting and important tasks to his brothers which left him with very little to do. That is not to say he had no tasks, for he had the odd task of leading men to hunt bandits or going out to the villages and arbitrate in disputes in place of his father.
But trouble brewed in the rest of the Empire, he asked to leave his fathers side to earn a reputation elsewhere. It was with some surprise that his father granted his wish and sent him away with his blessing, a new set of armour and weapons and a fully equipped lance to boot. He had planned to go even if his father denied him, but he could not deny that this was much better.
As he set out, and later joined the Blood Rose Company it was with a lance of him as the Man-of-Arms, together with his squire Henri, and his coutilier and old sparring partner Charles. Lastly, two valets and three archers.
Fighting Style: What you would expect from a young Knight who has been trained.
Equipment:
For Battle;

 His suit of plate.
 Poleaxe or Lance (if on horseback).
 Longsword, in the scabbard if using a poleaxe or lance.
 Rondel dagger.
 Warhorse if the terrain allows.

Skills/Abilities:
Excellent Swordsmanship.
Good Horsemanship.
Good with lance and poleaxe.
Good leader, tactics- and strategywise.
Other Information:

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC