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Edmundson, Barnard
Topic Started: Feb 20 2011, 01:07 PM (352 Views)
Barnard Edmundson
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Bernard Edmundson

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HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Exeter, AND I AM 18.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT A year
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE None. I FOUND FKAC AT Google. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS Philip IV of France
WANT TO REACH ME? HERE'S MY IM: N/A

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Hello Kind Sir,
My name, or rather my title, is the Right Reverend Bernard Edmundson, Bishop of Exeter. I was born 43 years ago, October the Sixith if you wanted to know, the fifth son of Baron Edmundson, his first name was William, and my darling mother Catherine had already had four children before god, in his infinite wisdom. gave me the most sacred gift of life. The first was my brother Francis he was followed by: Jon, Samuel and Mary. From a young age we had little choice in our career paths. Francis, being the eldest, was naturally my father's heir. Jon went into law, Samuel was to join the Army in the service of the King and Lisa, being a girl, would be married to a noble for the benefit of the family.

Many people have tragic stories of their childhood. Death of parents while they were early, a family that hate each other and the like but my child hood was smooth. My father was not incredibly rich but we were very far from being poor and we had many of the pleasures in life. My elder siblings and I have always been close. As children we would run in our father's estates, playing in the fields and pretending to be knights, well me and my brothers at least. It was not thought right for Mary to join in. Looking back to my childhood it seem's strange, even incredible, that I was the least pious of us all. I detested Church. Animals were my passion. I loved the horses and the wild animals on my father's estates.

The only thing I did in the house was study- and as my future was to be in the Church I had to study quite allot. Naturally my father hired tutors, not ones as great as those that taught the King, but these men were still distinguished in their fields. Both were Priests who attempted to turn my interests from the worldly animals to the divine, but they miserably failed. But they would not give up. I was taught French and naturally Latin. This I enjoyed, and had a natural talent for. Mathematics however was hell on earth. I eventually grasped it but not for a long time. I had no interest in numbers at all.

I was also taught English Law, my father wanted me to eventually find work at Court in some administration form, which was enjoyable. But the main thing they demanded of me was to read the bible. A copy was never more than three feet from me and I had the book memorized by the time I was in my early teens. Mary was married to an Earl when I was 13. It was a sad day to see my sister married. I knew I would see her rarely from now on, that her husband and future children would come first.

I also knew that in a short time I would leave my father's estates and head for University. A place had already been arranged for me at Cambridge, my mother wanted me to attend Oxford but my father, his father and his father had attended Cambridge so I followed in their footsteps. I suppose it was then that I first really thought of my future life as a Priest. The worst thing about it all was that I would never have a wife or family. The year leading up to my first in University was one of the worst in my life.

But I came to terms with my fate; but it was not for a few years that I would truly accept it.

My first day at university will stay with me forever. I enjoyed learning so I expected it to be tolerable but it was not all I thought it would be. I found out my life would be monk-like for the five years I was at the school. I was not looking forward to it at all. I was sure that the next five years would be hell on earth. But my first lecture changed my life forever.

The lecturer was a Deacon who was talking about the concept of heaven and hell. He talked about heaven like no man I had ever heared. It light something inside of me. Something awoke and I knew that God had called me to the Priesthood. Even if I was the firstborn god would of called me to his service.This was fate, this was God's will. And God must be obeyed.

I dedicated the next few years to study. I never came to terms with the way I lived but I got on with it. I made many friends at the school. Mainly because of my personality which has changed little in almost 30 years. I have always been warm and welcoming, I have always put others before myself and I am very trustworthy (a vital trait for a Priest.) I have hundreds of secrets that I will never tell. I am not prideful or ambitious, I know that if God want's me to go higher than my current level he will make it so. These are all good traits, well most would agree, but unlike the Lord I am not perfect.
Fist of all I am a sinner, anyone who say's they aren't is a blasphemer. More than once in my life I have been used to further the aims of more ambitious men. I try to see the best in all people and I do not like to admit it but it can be rather easy to trick me. Gullible is the word. I can forgive anyone for anything they have done to me, but if they do something against the Lord or my family then I am incapable of forgives. This pains me but I will not hide this fact. I am loyal to my country and my King, though before him is the Pope and before him is God. I would never betray him and if I can be useful to his majesty in any way then I will help him to the best of my ability.

At the age of 18 I graduated Cambridge. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. Not only had I graduated- I did not need to live that way any longer. However my education had just begun. I was placed under the care and guidance of Father William Tom. Father Tom was 67 when I went to his Church and assisted him with day to day activities. He was such a kind man who would do anything for anyone of his flock. He loved them all as most of them he had seen grow up, he had baptised their children and married most of them.
I spent five years there, accommodation was not much better than at Cambridge. I learned more from Tom than at University and he showed me what it was trully like to be a Priest. Caring for others, being their confidant and making sure all are safe. He died just after the Bishop decided I was ready to be made a Priest.

I stayed in my Parish from then until I became a Bishop. Those days were both happy and sad, no length of time goes on without upset, but most of it was positive. The people welcomed me. I was the youngest Priest to serve them and I brought a new source of energy to the position. I was enthusiastic and happy to serve. I loved it. One of the things that stayed with me was the first time I married someone, it was more special because it was my brother Samuel. He was 29 now. He was marrying the daughter of a Baron whom he truly loved and when he asked me to wed them I accepted and was over Joyed.

It was a stunning occasion but is marred in my mind as the last time I saw my father.

Three days later he was dead. My brother became a Baron and it fell to me to bury our father. From the joyous marriage to the saddest day in my life so far, it was quite a shock. Burying ones father is never easy but it was made worse as I was the one who was doing it. I knew he was in a better place, by the side of the Lord, and I know he watches over me even now.

When I was 28 a great disease rocked the count I was in. And my Parish was no different. People flocked to the church and we knew that it was a punishment from God. None of us had been good enough Catholics so I organised a huge prayer from over 50 Parishes. It was a brilliant event and within a week no one else died. The Bishop told me he was impressed and that he was sure God had plans for me. I did not let it go to my head. Instead I carried on as normal.

Seeing my brothers and sister marry and have children was hard, I still dream of a normal family life. But I knew that the connection I had with God was deeper than what most people could dream of.
My sister died when I was 35, almost 36. When my father died I had been upset but this time it was worse. I loved my sister more than anything, even the Lord, and her death shook me more than anything ever has or ever will. I had a crisis of faith and for almost a year I did not belive the Lord could do such a thing to me and her children. The behavior of her husband was terrible as he remarried within four weeks of her death.

That year I did my duties but my enthusiasm had gone, drained from me like poison from a wound. The Bishop visited me and we talked. He told me of a time when he had a similar crisis and he advised me to take time out of my duties and pray. Simply Pray.
I did and for the next month I did almost nothing else. I prayed constantly until suddenly I felt the Holy Spirit once more. I was filled with a warmth and sense of happiness that I had not felt for a year. Next Sunday I gave the best sermon I ever have.

I moved through the ranks of the Church until I was 45. At 45 I was promoted to Bishop. Bishop of Exeter to be precise, the only Sea that was vacant at the time. I cried, that is when I head the news. Not many people became a Bishop and I knew that this was what God had planned for me. I had not visited Court since I was a child but I did that year. I found it a place full of vile and immoral people. I knew God wanted me to cleanse the Court of Henry Rex and I have made it my life's duty.

Like I said I can be the nicest person ever. Kind and warm but if someone has sinned they need to confess and change their way's. Not for me. But for God and their immortal soul. I know that is my duty now. I also intend to become an adviser to the King, hoping to help the King cleanse the evil snakes that whisper in his good Catholic ear.

  • - - - - Roleplay Sample, "That is still no excuse to behave improperly in the household of a Peer of the Realm, young lady. For your sake I do hope I never have to tell you that again." He looked to his left and saw his body guard looking at the woman with a glint in his eye. She may of been improper but no more so than his guard. He was a representative of the Wingrave name and should behave like a gentleman around a lady; even if he was a simple servant. "Leave us Samuel, and next time try not to stare to deeply when a Lady arrives at the door." Although his voice was calm Samuel, and although they had just met he was sure Lady Primrose could tell, that he was angry that someone in his household would act that way toward a Lady; though if he had known her profession he would not of been so courteous.

    As she said she had something that may interest him Bath's interest peaked and he listened more carefully placing the glass of wine that had been in his hand on a nearby table. She withdrew a letter, it was old, and he took it from her and unfolded the parchment, careful not to inflict any rips on the delicate paper. He squinted due to a combination of low light and the fact he had left his spectacles in his study. It took him longer than it would under normal circumstances but he read through the letter's and let out a sigh when he finished.

    He had already guessed who this woman was. Obviously far to young to be the Doctor's wife he had to be his daughter. It seems his promise as a young officer and second son of a Marquess had come back to haunt the elderly man. He was sure she had come for money; why else would she be here. However he would not give her any. But maybe there was something else she wanted? He thought silently.

    His thoughts were confirmed by the young lady a second or two latter. The busy day had gotten to him and he sighed again this time rubbing his eye's with his fingers. As he did thunder rumbled in the heavens followed by even more rain. But that means...Now things make sense. He had heard a rumour a few years ago that the daughter of the Doctor who had saved his life was now a prostitute; a common street whore. If that was the case then he was not happy about her presence in his house. What would people say if they found out she had visited?

    But he was honour bound to hear her out.

    "Yes, your father was a good Doctor he saved my life."

    "However if you are who you say you are, that means that you are no Lady. I tell you now that unless you were the daughter of the man who had saved me I would order you out of this estate quicker than you can blink," once more he sighed, "so out with it. What do you want? Let us get this over with, follow me."

    He led her up the stairs, he no longer needed to show her any courtesy due to her rank. The stairs were long and made of pure marble. When they reached the top he turned right and went through a door, not holding it open for her as he would a true Lady, and entered a seemingly endless corridor of rooms. He continued in silence until he came to the third door on the left and opened it.

    Inside the large room was a roaring fire. Around the room was his bookcase and memorabilia from his navy day's. A drinking cabinet was beside the book case and there were six seats. He took the largest and signaled with his hand for her to sit.
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Catherine Brandon
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We are looking over your app and hope to have a decision sometime soon! :) The two main things that stand out to me are his name (Bernard would be a good Tudor name to change it to) and the amount of languages that he knows. The king could speak English, Spanish, French, Latin, Italian, Greek, and German (later on). But then, of course, he had a grand education. I play Wolsey and he only knows Latin, French, and English, and he was from a working class background.

Change those two things and if any further edits are required, we shall PM you. :) Thank you for your patience!
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Barnard Edmundson
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I have edited the topic title and changed Barnard to Bernard in the first sentence. However I do not know if I can change the Thread title and how to change the profile name to Bernard.
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