Lord Bedivere Whitehawk
The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.
Description: Long and lean, Bedivere stands tall amongst any crowd, and carries himself in the ramrod-straight military manner. His straight nose is longer than average, perched above a square jaw, which is regularly shaven. His dark hair is of a middling length and touched with hints of silver. When he smiles, one can see how handsome he was in his youth - it's a shame, then, that he rarely does so. Of particular note is the nub where his right hand once was; the scarred arm it belongs to is usually pressed protectively against his body.
Personality:     He is of commoner origin, but it is difficult to tell. Bedivere is a gentleman, a man of honor, and an intelligent man with few vices and considerable patience. Age and experience has tempered his optimism and idealism, but he still believes with skill and courage his men can do anything. He clearly cares about those under his command, but is willing to use them boldly if necessary.
As a former commander of one of House Bislands most decorated cavalry squadrons, his skill on the battlefield is formidable. He constantly rethinks his plans to offset changes in circumstances, errors made by his commanders, or his orders being disobeyed. He is not rigidly attached to any plan if another will achieve his goal. When the odds are against him, he may make chancy and daring decisions, sometimes breaking with conventional combat tactics when time is against him. He is an attentive and responsible father, and the future of his children is his primary reason behind joining House Grayson.
Bedivere has a notable distrust of the Shav'arani as a whole, likely due to his traumatic experiences while in captivity.
Bedivere Tyndall is a retired general known for commanding the 8th Lancer Unit of the Bisland army during many skirmishes against hostile shav'arani tribes in the Crownlands. A son of Sir Harry "the Hotspur" Tyndall, Bedivere was groomed for command at an early age and distinguished himself apart from his peers once he joined the ranks of the Bisland military, at the ripe age of eighteen. He made friends and quickly ascended the ranks, culminating in him becoming one of the youngest generals to ever be appointed. He developed a reputation as an expert horseman and set an equestrian high-jump record that stood for almost 15 years. Ahead of him seemed to be a promising military future -- one likely to be longer than that of his notoriously hot-headed father.
That is, until he suffered his first true loss on the battlefield and was captured by a particularly vindictive chieftain. For having slaughtered his sons, the chieftain refused to execute Bedivere outright, and instead severed his right hand, killed his men in front of him, and proceeded to torture him for weeks on end. He was saved by another unit, and he recovered physically, but the mental scars were permanent. In anguish, Bedivere retired from the military at the age of thirty and returned to his home in Old Oak, where he married his childhood sweetheart and began a family. He attempted to become a farmer to acquire the income to support his family, but his injury made him heavily reliant on paid help, and the fickleness of the harvest made their financial fortunes precarious at best.
In early 1006 AR, his wife Lynette fell ill and unexpectedly passed away, leaving him to raise his two children alone. As fortune would have it, his nephew would be ennobled later the same year, and offered him a position as Marshal of Hawkhold -- and with it ennoblement and enough silver to comfortably provide for his family. Bedivere accepted, his mind still sharp as ever, though his reflexes notably less so. Upon visiting the city for the first time in many years, Bedivere accepted a position within the Knights of Solace, seeking a position to re-train his rusty skills and lend his assistance to a worthy cause when his duties at Hawkhold do not overwhelm him.
|Berenice||Oh. Oh, no. A bit of an /unfortunate/ dancer. Oh my.|
|Delilah||The stalwart of the family, behind the stony regard lies a warm spirit warmed by cares for the smallest souls. While he dispatches the business of conducting martial forces with ease, he can be brought to smile by the purr of a cat. A good man.|
|Derovai||Hopefully an example of his Order, but seems a decent soul besides. Wonder if he's any good at Stones?|
|Domonico||An older one handed swordsman. Obviously needs more practice with his left. Quick to identify good footwork. He was probably considerable in his heyday.|
|Elora||The best uncle with the best cat. Don't let that gruff exterior fool you, he is a sweetheart.|
|Evonleigh||The best not-quite-an uncle a Whitehawk can have. He is all that a man should be -- kind, strong, and good with cats.|
|Jeffeth||The old man took a beating but stood strong and led forces well. I may never lead like him, but he is one to look up to.|
|Jyri||A veteran and a solid, reliable man who likes cats. I think we'll get along fine.|
|Kenna||Lord Bedivere - what have we DONE without him? I swear the rest of us just spin and spin and spin while he's a rock of stability. I hope he never leaves for any amount of time EVER.|
|Mikani||Nice man. Quiet. But likes my tattoo.|
|Niklas||The Marshal of Whitehawk seems to be as solid and reliable a person as any member of that house. And as he knight he seems quite capable at his job.|
|Norwood||I feel like we could be kindred souls, if only we had more time to talk.|
|Petal||He seems friendly, heroic and eager to help.|
|Reese||A quiet man who I see around at parties and weddings and knights of the Solace meetings. He seems calm and pulled together. There is something not flashy, but intelligent about him.|
|Silas||Uncle Bedi has always been Silas's favorite uncle - he's a knight, after all! So when he fell on hard times, Silas more than eager to help him out. He is a wonderful addition to their motley crew - a more mature, wiser voice.|
|Thesarin||Loves his family, that's plain. Ain't so much love for folk with tattoos. Can't say I blame him so much.|