WOUCESTON ST. ALBANName:
Captain the Young Lord Wouceston St Alban, 3rd Viscount de Hopping BarlowAliases:
'Lordy', The Young Lord, 'Wouce' (to close friends)Age:
Officer of His Majesty, Disgraced Noble, Petty Thief, Godless HeathenCurrent Location:
Officer in the Sea Lord's Maritime Regiment of Foot, assigned to Kingston, Jamaica - Captain of the company soon to be stationed aboard HMS SovereignCharacter PB:
Tom Hiddleston General appearance:
Young but visibly bitter. Muscular, but on a slim frame, in a manner that disguises his strength. Tall, with black hair tied back in a poney-tail. Has several scars, including wooden teeth, a disfigured eye, and the distinctive lack of three fingers on his right hand - which he covers with a leather gauntlet, with prosthetic iron replacements. Whilst he likes to claim that these are all battle-scars, they were mostly inflicted through accidental injury or punishment for past crimesClothing:
Short red tailjacket, turqoise waistcoat and canary cummerbund of the Lord Admiral's Regiment, with white breeches and tall boots. Has a scruffy set of gentleman's attire in reserve. During battle, is known to wear a red bandanna and festoon himself with many belts and baldrics, laden with extra shot and powder.Personality:
Lordy is disdainful, and very sour, but not snobbish - part of the reason for his descent from nobility was the fact that he does not, and never has, felt superior to those of a lower social status. Instead, he is indiscriminate in his low opinions. He comes accross as generally dislikable to most people he meets, partly due to the subtle scar that pulls his lip into the permenant image of a slight sneer. Lordy posesses a painfully sharp tongue, often used at the expense of those that have momentarily irritated him. In battle, however, his spirits soar - he relishes the moment, and the company of all those who share it with him, laughing like a maniac and demonstrating his wit for all to see. He treats his men well, and is generally more pleasant to those who have gone through battle with him. If he grows to like someone, he will allow some of this attitude to show in everyday life. And if he grows to like a woman, he is capable of great charm. Though this may be simply because some women swoon at the admission of his father's title.Birth place:
The 'Grand House' of Hopping Barlow, on the ancestral estate of the St Albans in the marches of northwest England. In reality, this is little better than a large cottage.Family: Father
– Lord Redmond St Alban, the 3rd Viscount de Hopping Barlow Mother
– Lady Jane St Alban, Vicereine de Hopping Barlowsiblings
– 'The three little princesses' - sisters who know little of his existencespouse, children, anybody else
– Many, many, many
The March of Hopping Barlow was established during the eleventh century, to protect England's borders, but the title had been dormant for hundreds of years until Wouceston's great-grandfather - the rightful heir - purchased it back and restored the family to nobility. Such as it could be called nobility, when the estate was a mire on the Welsh border and the ancestral castle had long collapsed, being replaced by a drafty game-house with barely more than thirty rooms. Nonetheless, the St Alban family ignored such trivialities and lived like proper
lords and ladies - enduring their ignoble conditions with grace and determination, and growing quite popular in the local bastions of high society. The Viscounts of Hopping Barlow led their houses like ancient kings, and their authority was never questioned.
That is, until Wouceston was born. Ever the troublesome youth, he made endless mischief for his parents and governesses, running away into the woods, conversing with those below his station, and misbehaving whenever the family visited another noble household. To make matters worse, in his early adolescance, he told the family's rector that he did not believe in God - an act for which his father never forgave him, beating him whenever he repeated such sentiments.
As a teenager, Wouceston finally began to make his father proud in at least one respect - following a little-known but widely-practiced tradition in the British aristocracy and beginning to bugger every scullery-maid he could lay his hands upon. This was all very well and good, until he graduated from scullery maids to pretty young infantas from other noble bloodlines - which may have been how a young lord did things in France or Portugal, but certainly not in England. The final straw was a frivolous affair with the second daughter of the Earl of Wodenshire, which resulted in her pregnancy. Wouceston was promised in marriage to the Earl's eldest daughter, causing quite a scandal. In high disgrace, Wouceston's father demanded that he marry the second-eldest daughter immediatley, to salvage the little that could be salvaged from the situation. Not thinking much of the institution of marriage, Wouceston refused. After a sound beating, Wouceston was shown the door - when staying at a nearby inn, he recieved letters detailing that his father had purchased him a comission in a regiment in India.
Captain the Young Lord Hopping Barlow was not well-liked by his men, who did not want to be commanded by such an eminent disgrace, never mind by a heathen - so they turned on him during a patrol, giving him an even sounder beating and leaving him by the roadside to die. Lost and alone in India, seperated from his funds, he was forced to turn to theivery to survive. After several months of living on the street, shunned by the Indian underworld for the colour of his skin, he was caught trying steal some coins from a marketplace. Three of the fingers on his right hand were publicly cut off, as punishment. Admitting defeat, he returned to the regiment, trying to find a surgeon - but was arrested for deserting and tried at court martial.
His father intervened, in the last act of kindness he ever showed to his son, and pulled enough strings to let Wouceston keep his commission. He did, however, considerably reduce Wouceston's monthly allowance, in order to balance things out. The army in India wanted nothing to do with Wouceston after that, and so his father arranged for him to be transfered to the only regiment that would take him - an assortment of men being formed by the First Sea Lord for naval use, in the new war over the Spanish Succession. Britain was in urgent need of a maritime regiment, and so the Admiralty took any men that they could get - emptying prisons and pardoning men who were bound for a hanging. Wouceston, a one-armed godless seducer, fitted in perfectly.
The war hardened him, and cost him his eye - not in glorious battle, but when the flashpan of a musket sparked too close to his face. (From then on he avoided trying to use two-handed weapons with only seven-tenths the requisite number of fingers.) Learning the harsh rules of war as the fighting progressed, Wouceston demonstrated his worth to his men, acquiring the affectionate nickname of 'Lordy'. He was promoted for his efforts in the failed attempt to capture Antwerp, and has held the rank of Captain since. Having now been charged with leading a slightly more presentable company of honest Englishmen - or at least, as honest as English soldiers can be - as well as his old men, Lordy is stationed at the garrison in Kingston, Jamaica, where he is shunned by the rest of the officer corps. This is absolutely fine, in his eyes, as he greatly prefers the local taverns. He spends most of his time trying to avoid being selected for service aboard one of the ships of His Majesty's navy. Unbenownst to him, however, the governor has already decided that Captain the Young Lord Hopping Barlow and his company of Sea Lord's scallywags are just the men to form the new division that will be posted to the HMS Sovereign in several days time... Weapon Skills:
Had a limited knowledge of how to spar even before he was disgraced, which has now been supplemented with years of experience in real
swordfighting - teaching him to combine the niceties of fencing at lawn-parties with the brutal realities of how to fight like an absolute bastard. He cannot use a full musket due to his hook hand, but keeps stock of several shorter firearms - notably a 'duck's foot' pistol and a short-barelled 'musketoon', both suitable for use by a soldier with limited choice of fingers. Generally tends to prefer aggression over precision.Anything else: Member InfoPlayer's name:
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