Cedrick Falken
Basic Information
Bloodline Ability
This Bloodline ability has not yet been unveiled to you.
Physical Description
Cedrick Falken is twenty-three years old and has the look of someone who has been grown into rather than arrived at, broad-shouldered and tall, with the build of a man who has trained seriously since childhood and has not stopped since. His curly golden-blonde hair is worn loose to his collar, the kind of hair that does exactly what it wants in weather and has apparently won that argument years ago. His eyes are a striking pale blue, the sort that read as cold from a distance but prove far more attentive up close, constantly reading a room without appearing to. He is, by any honest measure, handsome in a way that his general seriousness of manner makes easy to overlook until it is suddenly difficult to.
His armor is black plate, full coverage, well-fitted, and not newly made. It has been lived in. Rain beads on the polished surface and settles into the etched lines of the falcon crest on his breastplate, an emblem he had worked into the steel himself at considerable expense. The choice of black was intentional: House Falken fights under a gold crest. Cedrick fights under his own.
He keeps his armor clean. This is not a small thing, knights in active service have a tendency to let the field accumulate on them, to wear their marks like credentials. Cedrick disagrees. He polishes his armor each evening as a practice, not a vanity, in the same way he drills footwork at dawn that he could perform in his sleep. His shield bears the same falcon crest as his chest piece, and a thin scar runs across the back of his right hand from an early tournament where someone got past the guard he has never let past it since. He doesn't mention the scar. He simply does not lose that exchange anymore.
Personality & Temperament
- Principled and consistent; word and blade both reliable
- Genuinely courageous, in the quiet way that needs no crowd
- Loyal once that loyalty is given, and not easily revoked
- Has a dry, deadpan humor that catches people off guard
- Patient in conversation and combat, where it matters most
- Takes his craft seriously; respects those who do the same
- Reads as cold or aloof until you actually know him
- Stubborn about his code, sometimes past the point of use
- Carries a quiet chip about being the second son
- Slow to ask for help; sees it as a failing to fix
- Pride and honor sometimes pull him in opposite directions
A knight who fights only when it's convenient isn't a knight. He's a man with an expensive sword and a good story.
The shield isn't cowardice. The shield is the reason I'm still alive to swing the sword. Ask anyone who's fought me which one they remember more.
I didn't come here to be compared. I came here to be useful. Those aren't the same thing, and only one of them matters.
- Early morning drills, the kind everyone else skips
- A well-made meal at the end of a hard day
- People who keep their word
- The weight and balance of a good shield
- Quiet, he reads when he can, though he doesn't mention it
- Earned respect over inherited rank
- People who invoke title or bloodline instead of skill
- Cowardice dressed up as strategy
- Being compared to his brother as if it's a compliment
- Poorly maintained gear, his or anyone else's
- Lengthy ceremony when the situation calls for action