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Edward Spencer
Topic Started: Jan 19 2011, 09:57 PM (355 Views)
Edward Spencer
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Earl of Berkshire/Baron Denbigh
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* I may drink too much and play too loud, hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd...I might have a reckless streak at least a country mile wide, if you're gonna run with me, it's gonna be a wild ride...But girl they need to understand just who I am, I may be a real bad boy, but baby I'm a real good man.

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Charlie, AND I AM Older than WillS >.>.
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AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE None now. I FOUND FKAC AT WillS, master of Williams. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
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To their Majesties, the Admin of FKAC,

I most humbly beseech thee to grant me character-ship and forthwith you shall have some information about me for your consideration,

I was born long-enough ago to have had a wife and to have three children, but I suppose if I must...I was born in 1475, the second of three sons born to Lord Wilmington, destined from birth to be a man of sword. I will not bore you with things of little consequence, but I grew up as most boys do under strict rule and regimen, following around after my elder brother Henry, rest in peace, and attempting to escape our sisters. I spent my days with tutors, piling over books and history, learning as all those of noble birth do. What I was most pleased to do was to learn of horses and weaponry, and I was sent out to serve in the household of a friend of the family when I was fifteen, preparing to earn myself a place by feats of arms while my brother was set to have everything handed to him. Not that my father was ungenerous, you understand, but I was not the one doted upon. Really, not a one of us were spoiled, and we all knew our duties well. Even my brother spent time away and then was fast sent to court, to serve the King.

I proved my merit in battle, and knighthood was easy enough to come by with my name and father's affiliations. I spent much time with my fellows, at drink and at games, happy enough to occupy one of my father's lesser properties. I was married at 19 to a beautiful woman who bore me two sons and a daughter: Henry, Matthew, and Rose. She died in childbirth some six years ago, and I have yet to remarry. Although I feel that I likely should and will set my eyes on some young woman who pleases me. I think I am tolerable enough, amiable too! And I do laugh. Oh, right, and this pleases women, I do look like a warrior under my very fine clothes.

I suppose I should mention some important things. I've a rather large family, and prime among them my brother's family. My nephew William recently inherited Wilmington, that sounds rather comical with Wills inheriting the Lordship of Wils, but I do suppose it was also funny when it was my father that was Wilmington as he was also William. Though, it was not funny, because it was my father. There was not that much funny to do with my father, you see. Ahh poor William, I do not envy him. I was always fond of the boy, saw after him some when he first came from France. I do believe I had been elevated to my barony by then. Well, I am thirty-seven, it is hard to recall. Francis as well. Fine boys, although I do not quite agree with the trouble Francis puts his brother through. I certainly would not have done that to Henry. Then again, we were separated in different countries for some time, so that likely helped.

Out of all my nieces and nephews (and there are plenty), I am closest to William now, who oddly enough seeks me for my calm counsel. I honestly think it might perhaps be because he does not have any other choice, and I can make quite the good listener.

My sons reside at home while I am at court, seeing to their tutelage and behaving for their caretakers under pain of a good whipping, because I would be a careless parent if I let them wild. My daughter is a gorgeous little girl, perfect and obedient in all ways, and just smart that one. I am convinced she will never shut up, and it's most amusing, as it reminds me of her mother.

Other than that, I look in after the young wife of a late friend of mine, the Baroness Hastings. I used to bring William about when I visited so that she would have someone to talk to as her husband was older than even me ( I believe). I promised the Baron that I would look out for her and their son, and I have seen to that duty since his passing some time ago.

Currently, I am having my ear to the wall to hear talk of war, and I am most anxious for it. My sword for the service of His Majesty, as my sword has brought me all that I have earned in life. I tire of court, and I long for something a bit more sporting.

Your Humble Servant,

Edward Spencer, Baron Denbigh

  • - - - - Roleplay Sample, (from an HP board) How the hell he managed to keep looking at her with a placid expression while she flat out TORTURED him, was nothing short of stupendous. He was actually thinking of how he wouldn't mind devouring those lush, ripe lips ... which was doing absolutely no good for the fit of his trousers.

    And her voice seemed to raise the room temperature by about twenty degrees. GAH, did she HAVE to talk like that? What happened to the vindictive bitch he encountered in the courtroom? THAT, he could deal with. He wasn't so sure how much longer he could deal with the siren in front of him.

    "If you say so," said the expressionless man (who was QUITE animated on the inside). Nope, he was. NOT. going to let her get to him! (Okay, he wasn't going to let her get to him any more than she already had.) "I'm just telling as it is."

    At least he was able to hold it together as they made their way out to the dance floor ... or maybe hold it down was a better expression. He was suddenly very glad that black hid a LOT of things ... such as the growing bulge in his trousers. Actually, the fact that she was devious enough to lead him out to the dance floor, was something he could admire in the woman. He had to admit, she had a VERY valid point with the whole jealousy thing. Hell, he could SWEAR he could feel Billie glaring daggers at them, already.

    BOTH of them figures to be jealous of? Tom's mouth turned upward at the corners. "I'm afraid you're half mistaken, Ms. Shaughnessy," he replied, moving along with her on the dance floor. "I don't see myself as a figure to be jealous of." Not after all the shite he'd gone through in the past year, anyway.

    Yeah, he had absolutely no doubt that people were looking. They were probably wondering when Fiona was going in for the kill. ESPECIALLY when he was just inches--hell, make that centimeters--away from that ripe, luscious mouth. It was slowly getting more difficult to maintain control ... but somehow, he willed himself to look into those hazel eyes.

    Oh really? Not many men who could hold her attention? That was simultaneously a relief AND deflating. Relief because it meant that there WASN'T a big, hulking mobster in the near future ... deflating because he didn't class himself as one of those men who could hold her attention. Even as she gave him THAT LOOK, which was enough to make his cock damn near stand at attention. "Pity," was all he had to say in response. He found himself wondering how wanton she was, in bed. He'd bet he could keep up, as deprived as he'd been for .... oh, about twenty years ....

    Put his hand on her ARSE?? Merlin, was the woman going for the jugular, or what? "That might not be so advisable, Ms. Shaughnessy," he replied. "But I'll bring it down lower, just for the show." And so, the hand at her waist moved down to where it was resting just on top of one cheek. Any lower, and he'd have to drag her off the floor to find some hidden alcove somewhere.

    Right, right. On with the show. Tom looked at her, somehow--SOMEHOW--keeping his expression placid. "Glad to hear that, thank you," he replied, a hint of a smile on his face. Never mind that he was literally raging on the inside, with lust.

    Lust that was raging even more ferociously as she suddenly dipped her fingers inside the top of her dress. Tom somehow kept control, but he did swallow slightly, wishing that it were HIS fingers going inside the top of that dress (although they were likely to wander a little lower, and more than a little off center from where HERS were). And her putting that card inside his chest pocket, damn near set him in flames. How much longer could he keep this up, and still maintain some semblance of dignity?

    "I'll keep it mind ... thank you," he nodded slightly. However, he did arch an eyebrow when she demanded requested that he dip her at the end of the song. "I'll try not to drop you," he replied, with just a hint of a smile.

    And at the end of the song, he did just that. He dipped Fiona quite low, so low that she nearly touched the floor, and bent his head over her. And got quite an eyeful of neck and chest.

    Oh Merlin help him ... he was going to hell in handbasket after this. A VERY small handbasket, at that.
(and so this doesn't look suspicious with IPs, WillS put this up for me via email as I couldn't get on the site where I was at. We aren't the same person or being weird.)
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