Maulesel, Amalric

[Amalric Maulesel]

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[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px, bTable][atrb=style, word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;border-top: 1px solid #aaaaaa; padding: 3px; line-height: 10px; text-transform:lowercase;] p e r s o n a l i t y . likes. ⚜ liquor. ⚜ tournaments and feasts. ⚜ the knights of his retinue. ⚜ hunting. ⚜ a jolly good time. dislikes. ⚜ treachery. ⚜ family matters. ⚜ dancing. ⚜ marriage. ⚜ braggarts. strengths. ⚜ Tolerant-- Like an old dog children become accustomed to pulling the ears and tail of, Duke Maulesel has a casual tolerance with his friends. Furthermore, he has a soft spot for children. ⚜ Cheerful-- He is an open, carefree conversationalist. The first thoughts that pop into his mind are luckily kind, albeit, simple-minded and skin-deep, perhaps a comment on the music or the weather - with his countrymen, of course, he is freer to expand his choice of topic. With men, he will discuss sports and news, and with women, lighter ruminations on the present events and the company within the room. His favorite topics are the memories of past tournaments, good food, and where the women are most pleasant to look at. Give him a mug of beer, and he won't be able to tell the difference between man or woman. ⚜ Resolute-- Amalric's stubborn streak, at its best, provides him with a resolute tenacity. He will always seek to finish what he starts, he is responsible, and he keeps his promises. He can be relied on work-hard and stick it out til the end. ⚜ Chivalrous-- As comes with any member of the upper class, a man is expected to be chivalrous and courteous. Amalric is a good-natured man-of-arms and he must offer his assistance when someone else's problem is presented to him. ⚜ Wary Street-Sense-- Because this Duke ascended to the Dukedom of Ascalon at a particularly young age, he learned more about the duties of a noble straight from practice and not from any silly 'How to be a Duke' tutor. His knowledge is more of a common sense which comes from his familiarity with the history of Ascalon and the personalities of the royal family. He has been on many trips and he can handle himself among common men. In other words, his title does not make him Duke. His experience does. Politically, he is a realist and a rationalist. ⚜ Ability to laugh at himself (given the time)-- Many mistakes have arisen out of Amalric's stubbornness, though, with time put between him and these memories, he is more likely to whack someone on the back and laugh than order that person to shut up. The more embarrassing the mistake, the longer it takes for him to put aside. weaknesses. ⚜ Alcohol-- Amalric has an affinity for beer and spiced mead. He considers it a staple to life and it is always a safe choice when the quality of water is in question. Amalric likes to get drunk with a friend, never alone, and it is more of a sport for him than any type of cooking art. ⚜ Extremely Stubborn-- Amalric is a narrow-minded, obstinate fool at times. First of all, he needs to always be right. He is ill-tempered to any form of criticism, especially when he is trying to concentrate on anything from notching an arrow to eating. He is a King after all, and a King ought to always be right, a top notch gent, who above all, knows what he's doing. Never criticize the man in charge. ⚜ Sore-Sport-- Amalric Maulesel hates losing. He will brag that he can fight a match fair and square, but if he is losing, he will throw a last-minute, poorly-planned cheat. ⚜ Underestimates Women-- Although Amalric respects women and treats them as his equals when they are in his social class, he never expects ladies to be able to hold their own in any form of combat. Whether they wield daggers, shoot arrows, or ride horses, he can never expect a woman to have equal training to that of a man and he will consider any challenge to fight issued by a woman a bad joke. ⚜ Illiterate-- Although many don't expect a Duke to be unable to read or write, Amalric Maulesel is embarrassingly illiterate. The sport of reading never agreed with him, and he barely can spell above a third grade level -- the death of his father and his ascension to the Dukedom further interfered with such lessons. When he hears someone read or sees someone write, he is both embarrassed and jealous and sometimes, he'll even pretend he can read or scribble a note of loop-de-loops. fears. ⚜ marriage, and the curse of the notoriously ill-tempered wife. ⚜ the embarrassment of his masculinity. ⚜ the unrest among the people. goals. ⚜ to enjoy himself. ⚜ to stabilize the kingdom? it is all fine. They say a noble must be disciplined, a Machiavellian balance of merciful and cruel, and he must, most of all, desire the survival of his power. This collection of stubborn brutes that make up the nobility of Etrias is not lost in Amalric Maulesel. Overall, Duke Maulesel is a jovial, established noble in the autumn years of his prime. He can hold his own in Etrias's court as a respectable, noble figure. Since Amalric Maulesel was a young boy, he was a hero-worshiper. He always kept a role-model from some legend or old wives' tale, and he has an almost supernatural reverence of the royal family. He's a sucker for stories of myth and legend, whether from his own country or from others. He likes the warm fireside, the head of a hound under one hand, and a foaming mug of beer in the other. Still, he's one of the most confrontational members of the court, and many situation he is involved in can become violent quickly. Amalric thinks wives are stupid and silly and he wouldn't want one of those. Still, he is a Duke and he's gotta go through with it. His younger years are over. His widowed mother is looming over his shoulder. He has to take something more than a lady love's torn sleeve before a joust, though he does with resignation. He has yet to fall in love with a woman in the way the bards sing of, and his heart is still virgin to love potions. He is paranoid of said love potions. h i s t o r y . dietriech maulesel, deceased helene ravenhurst maulesel, 51 gretchen maulesel, 29 markus maulesel, 27 siegfried maulesel, 25 (played by pog) wolfram maulesel, 22 dahlia maulesel, 20 (played by kris) bridgitte maulesel, 18 sibling names open to change Amalric was the blessed first born son of the Duke of Ascalon and his wife, a lady of the respected Ravenhurst family. Their romance is a mystery to him, a mystery he is not curious of in the slightest, albeit his mother's eccentricities. Amalric grew up the protector of his many siblings, and he was pressured to set a good example. Most of the time, he picked fights with them and beat them up whenever he was given the chance at arms training or tournies. Everything is a competition with his brothers and Amalric always has to be on top. As for his sisters, they are a mystery to him and he does not understand them. The former Duke passed away from diphtheria when Amalric was only twenty-one. Of course, Amalric was upset but when times are tough and he is the tallest in the family, it was natural for him to wipe away his tears and keep his family's responsibility in order. From this sudden tragedy, being a Duke eventually became routine. Though the food tasted better than it had in years, Amalric's knew there was a catch but he couldn't remember what it was. Sometimes, his mother smiled at him, hummed, and asked him what his favorite flowers were and the names she had in mind for his grandchildren. However, most of the time, this never brought to mind that he was doomed to marry.

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weapons. Amalric Maulesel is skilled with a broadsword, and as a young aristocrat, was trained to fight predominantly on horseback. He is smart and skilled with a sword, having been trained for years among his father's knights.

Amalric's armor is strong and expertly crafted. Designed mainly for jousting and mounted riding, it is very difficult to land the lance in the proper place. From the convex joints to the simple ornamentation, the battle suit has few nicks or deformities where a lance may stick, and even a well aimed strike can bounce off deflected. Outside the tournament and in a the battlefield, such an armor makes a tank out of a soldier, mounted or standing. The average weight of a suit of armor is 70 lbs. It consists of a steel chain-mail shirt made with unconventionally thick rings tied in a knot unique to Ascalon. It is believed that the pattern in which the chain-mail is linked can ward off evil magic, however, this is only superstition. Atop this layer of chain-mail, plate armor is worn which varies in areas with thickness depending on the location on the body. Amalric's plate armor is extremely thick, once more contributing to its comically over-prepared bulk. In addition, his horse, Blau, is fitted with his own chain mail and sheets of plate armor. Though this armor is unconventional thick and burdensome, it is the customary and trademark dress of his house.

Although such armor is famous for its sturdiness, its weight provides it with its own set of weaknesses. Because of its sheer mass, once dehorsed or fallen, a this Duker takes much effort to get back up as a turtle might struggling to flip back over. Furthermore, it is difficult to see through the narrow slits of his helm. On the battlefield, he must space himself out so as not to accidentally slash at an ally fighting by his side. Finally, the suit adds on a great deal of momentum to a running horse -- an excellent advantage for jousting purposes, but it takes an awful long time to slow a horse down at the correct pace so as not to be carried over its shoulder.

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The tavern fire flickered like a firefly and twisted like an earthworm, slithering on the peat and digesting its rotten sweetness. The dust arose in a perfume among the four men surrounding it. Each one held a cup of beer as they swayed and sang in a night they would not remember. Amalric was on his fifth cup.

"My god is great," said Sir Münche. "He gives me free beer!" The knight leaned back on his stool grinning.

"If your god is great, my god is greater," Amalric slurred, then, downed half his drink, breaking into another grin that made his eyes squint. Sir Münche could only laugh at this point, considering whose the king, and took another guzzle of his cup. "Still, not drunk!" he laughed afterward.

Then, Amalric got up from his stool and wandered aimlessly around his men to the keg they had propped up. He refilled his cup with the frothing, bubbling beverage, brewed bitter from the mountains. All his knights were jolly and cross-eyed, the subject changing after each round of guffawing. They made the kind of jokes that you close your eyes to and by the time you're done with the thought and the subject ought to change, you've forgotten what the heck you were laughing. Dirty mugs clustered the stool in front of them like a city of warm glass. Amalric filled up another glass halfway, then his own the rest. He left the halfway filled one on top of the keg, and returned wobbling with his own seat. He'd forgotten it completely.

Finally he wobbled over to his old friend and poured some beer from hos own mug into the knight's. They clinked cups in that perfectly mutual way people get when their drunk, whether they be in front of their duke or their king or even their enemies, and Amalric said, "Cheers, and now, you finish!" The Duke chugged first, Sir Münche second with such ease that one might think they weren't trying to be competitive when really they had been pushing each other all night.

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