Jehan de Challon

Jehan tourna la tête au son lointain d'une corne qui retentissait. Il a avalé, soudainement nerveux. "La bataille commence" dit-il doucement à personne en particulier. Tandis que les orques fermaient la distance et finissaient dans la portée de la formation d'escarmouches avant, plusieurs flèches volaient de ses archers et de ceux qui étaient partis avec eux. C'était loin pour Jehan de dire s'il y avait des victimes, mais il fallait s'attendre à des orques blessées. Comme les orques n'arrêtaient pas de venir, les archers se tournèrent et courirent. À un moment donné, quelques archers se tournèrent pour tirer quelques flèches supplémentaires, mais encore une fois ils furent forcés de courir comme les orques continuaient de venir.
La formation escarmouche recula derrière leurs lignes, Vincent passant à côté de Jehan clairement fatigué de la course mais avec un sourire féroce sur son visage. Il a fallu une sorte spéciale de fou pour avancer avant une formation, puis courir avant qu'ils ne se rapprochent trop. Mais ils l'avaient fait. Les orques s'arrêtaient cependant maintenant, et Vincent et les autres prirent position derrière les lignes, frappant des flèches.
Jehan pouvait dire qu'ils étaient plus que prévu, ce qui était le moins problématique à dire. Ils avaient besoin d'un cheval lourd, mais ils n'en avaient pas. En vérité, il y avait beaucoup de choses dont ils pouvaient avoir besoin, mais ils n'en avaient pas et à la fin ils devaient le faire avec ce qu'ils avaient. Trois orques sont venus pour leur groupe et Jehan a claqué sa visière et est entré dans sa position de combat. Henri s'est tenu à l'épaule droite de Jehan, à la lance.
Les orques vinrent alors, l'une avec deux axes, l'autre avec lance et bouclier et l'autre devant avec une grande épée. Jehan s'est préparé, changeant l'emprise sur sa poleaxe, toute crainte qu'il avait ressentie juste avant de disparaître alors qu'il était forcé de passer par elle, ou de geler. Il a balancé, dur et large, forçant le premier orc à faire un pas en arrière. L'orc s'est installé alors qu'il s'était rétabli et sillonné. Jehan a juste pu détourner le coup quand Henri a enterré sa lance dans la poitrine du premier orc. Jehan repoussa l'orc avec une pelle et balançait, une balançoire diagonale de son côté gauche. Il a frappé à la maison avec un bruit charnu entre le cou et l'épaule de l'orc. Jehan a fait un pas en arrière alors qu'une lance orc était coincée sur son visage, même s'il regardait de la barre, ne faisant rien d'autre qu'un bruit fort de collage à l'intérieur de son bascinet. Henri se prodigua à l'orc spearman avec sa lance plus longue, la gardant à portée de main.
L'orc avec des haches attaqua alors Jehan, alors que l'orc spearman tenta de le soutenir. L'axéman a claqué la lance d'Henri avec une hache qui a provoqué la poussée de l'orc spearman vers l'avant. L'autre hache a dévié le coup de Jehan. Puis le corps encombrant de l'Orc s'est écrasé dans Jehan, le frappant au sol. Jehan a tiré son poignard et poignardé vers le haut, dans n'importe quelle chair qu'il pouvait trouver.
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