Lord Gaspard Blackram
"In a fight, you have your fighters where they are best. You dont go putting a pikeman on a horse. So...why am I at this party again?"
Gaspard strikes a bit of a towering figure, a little more than six and a half feet tall, and bears the teltale signs of someone that's spent most of his 30 or so years fighting in the northern reaches: Slightly pale skin bearing the weathered look of someone used to surviving outside in cold weather, small scars on his face and hands where a lucky hit missed his armor, and that occassional way he surveys a crowd like he's debating the best way to assault the group.
Jet black hair is allowed to hang loose down his back to his shoulderblades in a mostly-behaved mass, the bangs kept up and out of the way of those grey eyes. He tends to wear functional and understated clothing, nothing overly fancy or frilly, but someone that appreciates quality over bare necessities.
(Often wears his hair pulled back in a neat ponytail or bun and keeps a short, well trimmed beard.)
Personality: Gaspard is VERY comfortable out on the field, whether he's leading the charge or just participating in the line. Its when you throw him on the social battlefield that he doesn't do so well, and he's not entirely convinced he really should be here and not back out in the field. While he's not CRANKY, his default might be...brooding and quiet.
Growing up in the Blackram family meant that rough was a way of life, and lessons that anything worth having was worth struggling for, and anything given to you wasn't really worth much. Gaspard learned quickly that a people did well when everyone determined what they were good at, and did that, for the good of all. Merchants traded, bakers baked, sailors sailed, and of course, the warriors fought and protected. When Gaspard excelled in his fighting training as a child, he threw himself into his study and workouts and stopped considering anything else.
He joined the rest of the family's fighters in Cloudspine leading pikemen in defending the marches, and earned a few scars and his Knighthood in action there and at Gyre, as well as a name for dependably being at the front of battle. Gaspard saw himself as staying there until he finally caught a blade or an arrow and died honorably defending his people and the lands. Perhaps unfortunately for his plans, it has been made clear to him that a Knight is expected to set an example OFF of the field as well, and if the younger Marquis can be a shining example, then damned well can travel to Arx and support him.