Lord Baelor Keaton
If you need to tell a bard to sing about your deeds, maybe you haven't done enough.
Description: A man of some height and strong bearing, Baelor isn't one to slouch in public. Coming from good Oathlands stock means he is burly and wide chested. But something skewed him and set him apart from his brethren, near platinum white blonde hair is pulled back from his face and wound at the nape of his neck. When he moves, there is a stiffness to him as if he hadn't made it free of his battles without his own share of injuries
Personality: If one were being unkind, you might call him dour. Or brooding even. Brooding is nicer than dour, but they all sort of make sense for the man. He might describe himself as taciturn. He is little reason to speak up and interject when so many people are quite willing to talk a fool of themselves around him. He has earned his prizes and run through the follys of youth enough that he doesn't feel like he should act the pup anymore.
The man does better in small groups, perhaps drinking circles or with others closer to his age. The dint of experience weighs heavily upon this Oathlander and it isn't an easy burden to shoulder around the enthusiastic youth.
Background: Far from the chance to inherit, Baelor grew up knowing that he had flexibility in the decisions he would make in adulthood. Of course, he would squire. Sent to Bastion at the age of 15 to find himself a squire for a Prince of some repute. He was knighted at the age of eighteen and was Knighting about for Keaton while Marquis Kael was still a young pup.
He joined a knightly order in his youth, spending most of his time with the organization until his marriage sent him south into Velenosa. Two childless years before his wife passed away from a wasting disease that swept the county. He spent another few years there before moving back to Keaton Keep.
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