Marquis Gaston Blackram
Everyone has the capability to be a monster, but ignoring the dark whispers and songs in their blood is what can make for heroes instead.
Description: Gaston is a wolf in noble's clothing, trying with questionable success to present a convincing veneer of culture and refinement over a feral mien. If Gaston could be said to be handsome it owes more to the strength of his features, often resulting in him charitably being described as 'rough hewn'. His pale, wide malachite eyes are flecked with gold, his body and limbs wiry but corded with muscle, and his smiles attempting to be warm and reassuring often come across as sharp and offputting. If not for the austerely short manner in which he keeps his crows wing hair or the relatively aristocratic nose he might be thought of something altogether other. He is of tanned skin tone like so many of the Blackram, though his seems to be a shade paler than that of his kindred, and made all the more striking for what appears to be the slash of claw across his eyes and what appear to be long healed bite marks upon his hands.
Personality: Gaston is a man terrified of his own temper. Through most of his life, he lived in self-enforced exile in the hopes that isolation would help grant him control and serenity, and never was able to forget that he could present a terrible danger to those he cared about just by being near them. He found, however, that he truly enjoys the company of others and self-imposed isolation might have been slowly driving him mad, so it was time to try a different tack. He is now determined to be a good noble, someone that can try to overcome his flaws and be a better man, and draw other people together. A man willing to turn the other cheek if it wins compromise and solidarity, he's a natural peacemaker- it wouldn't be urbane and cosmopolitan to say he views it as keeping the peace in a wolfpack, but it's how he thinks.
Background: Gaston, it was said, heard and understood the tongue of beasts and wild places before he formed his first syllables. Born months after his sister, he grew much more quickly than his siblings, though his elder brother would eventually overtake him. Quick to fight but even quicker to laugh, he was adored and feared in equal measure. For a time Gaston himself despaired, the boy concerned that he was too quick to anger, that he would cause great harm to someone due to his great size and physical cunning. However, his concerns and a great deal of his ferocity seemed to evaporate when allowed to wander the hills and mountains of Stoneburn, or down in the forests west of the River Gray. At the age of fourteen he left the Blackram stronghold, and for several weeks it seemed as if the boy had disappeared, never to be heard from again. Gaston returned however, wrapped in the pelt of a great wolf, his face stained with blood, the majority of which was not his own. Although his parents and his siblings worried for Gaston, they eventually came to terms with his need for solitude and to be away from civilization, and weeks turned to months turned sometimes to as much as a year away from home, returning with the results of great hunts, journals filled with illustrations of beasts, plants, and natural formations of where he had been.
He became something of a local legend, alleged to know every trail and footpath north of the Lycene Split and west of the Gray River, able to find concealment in a shadow half a normal man's size, and routinely wrestled bears. One particularly fantastic story claimed that all of the wolves of Valardin and Redrain recognized him as their king. Though Gaston did his best to repute these rumors, the folk of Stoneburn do love to spin a good yarn, and it seemed to be more important to them to believe the narrative they had spun around him. As mortifying as it was, he dealt with it, and was just starting to feel it was time to return to society and attempt to become the best noble he could be when he heard of his father's death. While he sometimes misses the wilds and the serenity he tried to find there, he doesn't miss the bleak loneliness, and looks forward to trying his hand at becoming a true noble of the Compact and a peacemaker that can win stability and honor for his house. Time to be a real noble and a good man. He spent enough time in the wilds to know that the lone wolves die first, after all.
|Aahana||A Marquis who echoes leadership and a fierceness that I am very fond of. I look forward to setting up trade agreements between our houses.|
|Alarissa||The great wolf of Blackram. Or that's what I call him. The runt of his litter supposedly. A friend from years back, it's good to see him and know that probably little of him has changed, except the title. I likely still would not have married him.|
|Delilah||What exactly do they /feed/ people in the Oathlands? Evidently whiskey, potatoes, and slabs of moose. Nonetheless, the fabled hospitality proves true in the person of Gaston Blackram -- though one can't help but feel like there's a storm behind the mountains, as it were. For all that, he's a storyteller, by the sounds of it.|
|Grazia||This large man is quite proud of his granite. We've agreed that we really must sit down and talk rocks sometime. A good sense of humor, though.|
|Ian||Not as rusty as he claims. Glad he's back in Arx.|
|Jordan||Marquis Blackram. A fine fellow, with a sense of playfulness. He and I will probably do good to make business in the future, since I know that the quarries of Cloudspine are of the finest quality.|
|Kaldur||Gruff and very interested in stone. A man I'll need to talk with for certain in the coming months. Fortuitous.|
|Macda||This big guy was just showing off, so I had to show off. Then I LET him catch me as I PRETENDED to fall. I swear that's how it happened.|
|Melody||There's a lot to say about the Marquis, but to say that he's all sorts exciting and interesting would be a huge understatement -- Let's just say that he draws the eye.|
|Monique||Tall. Dangerous. But there's something about the Marquis of Cloudspine that draws me. I think he is more than he seems. What that is remains to be seen.|
|Niklas||Marquis of Cloudspire. Apparently looking for a wife! I've seen the man fight before and while I've seen better duelists, I don't believe I've ever seen someone so thoroughly throw themselves into a fray. It was an impressive sight.|
|Reese||He is back! Warm, hopeful and comfortable. He seems like a good man. Probably is bad ass too|
|Sabella||A Marquis with a wonderful sense of comedic timing and a love of dogs, it seems. He was delightful the first time I met him and I would definitely like to get to know him better!|
|Svoli||Never have I been so glad to find someone of similar mind. He has a certain intensity of spirit that I find undeniably appealing and.. I feel perhaps he understands me.|
|Zoey||A formidable fighter and more than a little imposing at first glace. He is, however, an affable and generous soul, and this marries well with the tempered steel of his spine.|