Sir Caerdroc Woodbine
There is no sweeter music I could share than the kind of quiet you can only find under the trees.
Social Rank: 7
Concept: Forest Knight
Fealty:
Grayson
Family:
Woodbine
Gender: male
Marital Status: widowed
Age: 32
Birthday: 3/3
Religion: Questioning
Vocation: Ranger
Height: tall
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: hazel
Skintone: dark
Description: Young-looking for his age except for the shades of lines around his eyes, Caerdroc's features have an androgyne cast: a softness to the lines of his jaw, a fullness to his lips, that make it take a second glance to be assured of his masculinity, particularly because he wears his long hair, most often, in braids. Yet the corded strength of his frame, his rangy height and the sturdy strength of his arms suggest startling feats of strength. His eyes are deep, a murky green-hazel that suggest the shadows of the forest he loves, offsetting the dark warmth of his smooth skin.
Personality: Quiet but passionate, Caerdroc is a man of long silences but deep warmth. His loyalties run very deep and pure, yet there is a whisper of the tragic to him. Where he was once a faithful and religious man, now he goes to shrines plagued by doubt and uncertainty, with questions he does not know how to ask. He fights loyally for the Bislands but his personal history is such that he cannot but recognize the humanity of their foe. Bound by honor, love and history, Caerdroc stands in the center of a web of connection that makes his daughter's well-being entirely paramount, and forces him out of what might be his comfort zone and into a world that requires socialization and growth. That said, for all that Caerdroc is at his most peaceful in the quiet woods surrounded by animals and not people, his love of the woods is an expansive, open-hearted love, and leads him to wish to share it, spread it, and make it known. He fights out of duty and passion, but in his heart, he prefers an absence of violence, and would love nothing better than to create a world for the next generation where no one would ever need to nock arrow to bow. (Fat chance of that, but ... you know.)
Background: When Caerdroc was young, he expected the life of a woodsman, and there are ways he never left that behind, even now. He and his family were taken by a pillaging raid of the Shavs when he was still quite young, an untried boy. It was Uriel Bisland who saved him, and it was to the Bislands that his loyalty was given forever, his and his father's. His father was risen to a knighthood, and he became his father's squire; when he turned 18, his father enfeoffed him to a knighthood in his own turn, and they served the Bislands loyally as father and son.
Caerdroc fell madly in love as only an 18-year-old can, with a prodigal, his elder by two years with midnight hair to her waist, which was really pretty awkward, all things considered. The drama rocked the household and he risked honor and loyalty and everything to wed this woman. That's part of why it hurt him so badly and made him question everything about his faith and his life when she died giving him their daughter.
His daughter he named Cedara -- imaginatively -- and for a long time when she was still young he continued to keep his knightly vigil as much to the woods as he could, scouting for the Bislands and helping rain down arrow volleys of death around his former wife's former people. But now that Cedara is grown to be herself 12, Caedroc has come to apply himself in Duke Gabriel's service and to bring himself and his daughter back to civilization so that he can, you know, better remember how that being a human being in society thing works. As opposed to running around in the woods all the time.
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