de Winter, Christopher
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CHRISTOPHER DE WINTER
Nickname - None
Gender - Male
Age - 25
Birthday - March 13th, AF 1514
Noble House - de Winter
Skills - Exceptional swordsman, also proficient with a lance, shield, spear, bow, dagger and hand-to-hand, physically very fit, tactical and strategic thinking/planning, leadership of men, court politics, observant, over-protective brotherliness.
Play By - Michael Fassbender
Immediate Family Members -
Mother: Lirianne de Winter, deceased.
Father: Ramsey de Winter, deceased.
Siblings:
Jasen, Sebastian, Katalin.
Personality
The type to always believe the class is not only half-empty, but in imminent danger of spilling, Christopher will never be the life and soul of any party. With a distinctly serious, often dark, outlook upon life, he looks for the worst in any situation and can see shadows where most will only discern sunshine. Not particularly trusting, he is a loner by nature, willing to give his trust only to a very small, select group of people, most of whom share his surname.
He can get very caught up in his own head, lost in dark thoughts and brooding over his faults, for not only is he pessimistic but he holds himself to very high standards, and constantly inches the bar ever higher for himself. Never willing to accept that what he is giving is the best he can give, he dwells on mistakes, though he displays a useful tendency - especially for a military man - to be able to compartmentalise, so that he will descend into a black, brooding humour only after he has completed what he needs to, and when he is alone. A very private man, he is not one to express his emotions, and it is this locking up of his feelings that leads to his dark moods, for he is ever one to believe that he will only burden others if he tells them what is bothering him.
It is probably for the better, then, that he is very close to all of his siblings, for they are generally the only ones that can uncoil him from the mental and emotional knots he gets himself into and then hides, the only ones who can see beyond the calm, unruffled surface to see that something is actually bothering him. Even with them, he is reserved, but he adores all of them, and is immensely protective: there is nothing he would not to do protect and make his siblings happy. Threats to his siblings are the fastest way to rise a chillingly focused anger, for in him anger is cuttingly, icily cruel, and he lets nothing get in his way.
His ability to mentally compartmentalise emotions means that he is a solid rock in times of crises, ever cool and thinking clearly. With a quick mind that thinks three steps ahead of many people, he is very tactical, strategically planning his way out of situations with the maximum amount of aplomb, and tending to inspire similar calm, cool heads in those around him. If such inspiration is not possible, he will simply drag those around him along with him, for he can be startlingly intense beneath that collected shell, and when he turns his full attention upon one he can be terrifying, heartening or inspiring as the occasion might call for it.
That intensity, and his hiding of it, underlies a lot of his personality, for he is very much of the 'achieve or die trying' school of thought, especially when it comes to his family or his duty. He will always put his duties before himself, will never accept defeat, and considers personal happiness to be fairly low down on his list of priorities. That does not mean he is not ambitious, however, for unlike some second sons he is not content to remain in the shadow of his elder brother. He has drive, a desire to achieve, and the determination to do so; he does not fear hard work and will work himself to the bone if he feels it is necessary, pushing himself to the edge (for he has never been particularly good at taking care of himself) to get to where he believes he needs to be. He holds himself to the highest of standards not only so that he is the best he can possibly be, but so that he can reach his goals. Exceedingly stubborn, once he has settled upon a course of action or an opinion it can be very hard to get him to change his mind, and he will lay forth his arguments until kingdom come (which has led to more than a few legendary conflicts with his elder brother, who is similarly stubborn and usually equally convinced of his correctness).
A difficult man to get to know, Christopher often comes across as uncaring and coldly distant from everyone around him. He does not make friends easily, and is frustrated by the naivety of many around him. Outside of his siblings, he tends to gravitate to those older than him; it is often said that he has an old soul, for he finds it difficult to engage in the laughter and hijinks that others his age often do. He is certainly not friendly, and can be very prickly to those he does not know, or those he thinks are idiots (and it is not hard to earn that latter designation from him, for he dislikes much of the glitter of the court).
Frequently uncomfortable in social circumstances, he falls back upon precise politeness to get him through, making sure to always observe the proper courtesies. Far more at home upon the training field than in the ballroom, he pulls such things around him as a protective cloak, but will never claim to enjoy such gatherings. Though it will not be him who lets the name of de Winter down, he is quite certain of it, though even his politeness can be very distant and chilled. He might not enjoy the politics of court, but he ensures that he remains abreast of them, his observant nature serving him well in keeping on top of the rapidly shifting waters of the capital.
Though not a violent man, he is certainly a very effective military one, being a skilled and precise swordsman, and equally skilled with the lance, spear or fist. He does not enjoy violence, but sees it as a necessary part of his duties, and while he will brood over any injury or death that he causes, he does not do so without provocation, and believes that such stains upon the soul are a burden he is happy to care so that other might not. Honour lies deep in him, and he takes his duties and his knightly code very seriously, but he is also a pragmatist, however much those two sometimes opposing ideals cause his distress and lead to not a few of his black moods. He is also an effective commanding officer, for while he is generally initially disliked for being very precise about protocol, his ability to be calm when everything starts to go wrong, and the realisation that he will ask others to do nothing he will not do himself, means that he generally earns his respect.
Christopher is a complex man, and certainly not one to take lightly. Those who see him only in the role of commanding officer would hardly believe the man he can be around his siblings, but some things are a constant in him: he is honourable and protective, and cleaves tightly to his duty and his siblings; he is pessimistic and untrusting, prone to brooding and to a prickly opinion of those around, distant and cold in equal measure. Intense and determined, he is not an easy man.
History
The second son of Ramsey and Lirianne de Winter, Christopher grew up a happy, if somber, child. Amongst his siblings, he was always the one to point out the downsides to whatever scheme they might be cooking up and to remind them of the trouble they might get into, but just as consistently he would look out for all of them, even if he felt they were being remarkably daft. He would keep an eye on quiet Sebastian at the dinner parties when he would fade into the background, would follow the elder Jasen wherever he might lead (though not without argument, of course, both of them being terribly stubborn when they put their mind to it), and scowling - rather ferociously, for even as a child his glares could be terrifying - at any boy who happened to look at Katalin with less than perfect intentions.
His parents loved their children very much, and were supportive of any of the paths they wished to take, so when Christopher announced his intention to become a knight of the Order of Escarbouche, they supported him with enthusiasm (not least because part of the de Winter tithe involved a member of each generation serving as bodyguard or knight to the Crown) . With his customary forthright determination, he became a page as early as he possibly good, and was taken in under the wing of a respected knight, under whose tutelage it quickly became apparent that he certainly had a future in the military. He not only possessed natural talent but learned very fast, and was prepared to put in the hours of work required to be fitter, to become a good rider, and to become proficient with a multitude of weapons. He also worked hard at his theoretical studies, devouring books upon military history, and quizzing his knight master intently about tactics and diplomacy, though courtly graces were - and still are - something of an exercise in gritted teeth for him.
The code is always something that has made sense to him, much of it dovetailing with his own personal moral code, and so he was content as first a page, and then a knight. Content in his own way, of course, so very quietly and subduedly, and still with the tendency to brood. His main regrets from these years are that he did not see his siblings as often as he might have liked, though he did make the effort to return to Oakdale as often as he could, and dropping in upon Sebastian at the university at odd times. Overbearing elder (and younger, for Jasen was not free of his protective tendencies despite being three years his senior) brother was a role that he was very good at, but it was - and still is - sincerely meant.
Becoming an apprentice knight at 18 after passing his trials with flying colours, as is traditional for the de Winters he chose the speciality of Royal Guard leadership, though being Christopher he kept a keen interest in the other areas of speciality, not only for personal satisfaction of being more educated, but also due to personal ambition. While nothing but loyal to his Monarchy, his Kingdom and his family, he is not shy of his own ambition, and hopes to one day lead the Royal Guard or be places on the Council as commander of the Kingdom's armies. As such, he is determined to be the best possible candidate for when the time arises that such positions require new men, and in the interim is dedicated to serving the realm as best he can.
His knight trials were also a success, and so Sir Christopher de Winter, Knight of the Order of the Escarbouche was born. He now commands a company of the Royal Guard, and both enjoys the role (though he could wish it did not place him quite so near to Court and its associated social events, but such is life) and is effective in it. As such he also finds himself assigned to the protection of various members of the royal family, the de Winter reputation for loyal service as well as his own skills serving him in good stead.
The greatest upset to his life has been the death of both of his parents, a loss that shook him as deeply as it did his siblings, though he did his best to bury that hurt beneath taking care of them. It drew the siblings very close together, for the King was kind enough to allow compassionate leave, and if they thought was Christopher was protective before, then now he has only increased his attentions. With Jasen now head of the family, Sebastian approaching his Master's chains and Katalin coming to court to take up her mother's role as healer, Christopher certainly has enough worries to concern himself with. Pleased that, at least, Christopher and Katalin are near at hand in Triadon, he keeps up a close correspondence with Jasen.
RP Sample
The dazzling array of makeup and jewels, of perfectly coiffed hair and precisely tailored doublets did little to please Christopher, who was standing at the edge of the dance floor, glass of wine in hand, and somewhat regretting not having chosen cavalry leadership as his knight speciality. He could be far from here, comfortably settled on some nice bare ground, or perhaps running a night exercise and squirming through the mud. Actually, such an activity would be good for his company, he decided. They could do with some more training out of the city bounds, for while their purview was generally within Triadon, it was always best to be prepared. And if such training exercises happened to be scheduled for the next time the King had one of his 'little gatherings' then, well… that was such a shame.
Far happier at these things when he was on guard duty for one of the Carlisles - at least then he was allowed to look imposing and grumpy - he let his eyes scan the hall for anyone that might provide aid in improving the evening. It was a pity that he could not see Lord Daven St. Claire, for that was a man that he both liked and respected, and one who had even less patience with the fripperies of the capital than Christopher did. Unfortunately, it appeared that none of the St. Claires were present this evening, for there was no distinct plethora of blonde heads scattered through the room.
Waving off a server who helpfully attempted to refill his glass - he was not one of those who would over-indulge tonight, unlike that young, newly minted knight not too far away, who appeared to be celebrating his achievement with slightly too much enthusiasm - Christopher contemplated how long it would be before he could make his escape without giving offence. Probably not nearly soon enough - ah, now then, there was someone he could stand to talk to.
A direct line towards the man he had just spotted was prevented by dancing, but he edged his way around the edge of the floor and came up upon one of the few friends he had managed to make in his squire years. The man broke into a smile upon his approach. "I see they managed to grab you as well, did they? I thought I'd manage to escape, but, alas… here I am."
"Quite," Christopher agreed, tone dry. "Especially given you have not been in the capital at all for a good view months."
"Yes, it was damnably bad timing." He sighed. "But, we must go where duty takes us, and frankly the chance to sleep in a decent bed is appreciated." He smiled, and Christopher did not ask - this was not the point to ask about what he'd been doing. His friend was what some might call an intelligence agent, and what others might call a spy, and so questions about his work were generally not suited to large-scale gatherings where anyone might be listening. They would have to sit down and talk without interruptions later, as last Christopher had heard he had been in Calador, carefully probing for information in regards to that kingdom's weak ruler.
For now, though, they could talk safely enough about other matters, and the onerous task of having to be social was always made more pleasant by a friend. Especially when conversation with said friend tended towards the militaristic, which did an admirable job of scaring off any of the young ladies who might wish to entangle themselves with the second de Winter son.
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Nickname - None
Gender - Male
Age - 25
Birthday - March 13th, AF 1514
Noble House - de Winter
Skills - Exceptional swordsman, also proficient with a lance, shield, spear, bow, dagger and hand-to-hand, physically very fit, tactical and strategic thinking/planning, leadership of men, court politics, observant, over-protective brotherliness.
Play By - Michael Fassbender
Immediate Family Members -
Mother: Lirianne de Winter, deceased.
Father: Ramsey de Winter, deceased.
Siblings:
Jasen, Sebastian, Katalin.
Personality
The type to always believe the class is not only half-empty, but in imminent danger of spilling, Christopher will never be the life and soul of any party. With a distinctly serious, often dark, outlook upon life, he looks for the worst in any situation and can see shadows where most will only discern sunshine. Not particularly trusting, he is a loner by nature, willing to give his trust only to a very small, select group of people, most of whom share his surname.
He can get very caught up in his own head, lost in dark thoughts and brooding over his faults, for not only is he pessimistic but he holds himself to very high standards, and constantly inches the bar ever higher for himself. Never willing to accept that what he is giving is the best he can give, he dwells on mistakes, though he displays a useful tendency - especially for a military man - to be able to compartmentalise, so that he will descend into a black, brooding humour only after he has completed what he needs to, and when he is alone. A very private man, he is not one to express his emotions, and it is this locking up of his feelings that leads to his dark moods, for he is ever one to believe that he will only burden others if he tells them what is bothering him.
It is probably for the better, then, that he is very close to all of his siblings, for they are generally the only ones that can uncoil him from the mental and emotional knots he gets himself into and then hides, the only ones who can see beyond the calm, unruffled surface to see that something is actually bothering him. Even with them, he is reserved, but he adores all of them, and is immensely protective: there is nothing he would not to do protect and make his siblings happy. Threats to his siblings are the fastest way to rise a chillingly focused anger, for in him anger is cuttingly, icily cruel, and he lets nothing get in his way.
His ability to mentally compartmentalise emotions means that he is a solid rock in times of crises, ever cool and thinking clearly. With a quick mind that thinks three steps ahead of many people, he is very tactical, strategically planning his way out of situations with the maximum amount of aplomb, and tending to inspire similar calm, cool heads in those around him. If such inspiration is not possible, he will simply drag those around him along with him, for he can be startlingly intense beneath that collected shell, and when he turns his full attention upon one he can be terrifying, heartening or inspiring as the occasion might call for it.
That intensity, and his hiding of it, underlies a lot of his personality, for he is very much of the 'achieve or die trying' school of thought, especially when it comes to his family or his duty. He will always put his duties before himself, will never accept defeat, and considers personal happiness to be fairly low down on his list of priorities. That does not mean he is not ambitious, however, for unlike some second sons he is not content to remain in the shadow of his elder brother. He has drive, a desire to achieve, and the determination to do so; he does not fear hard work and will work himself to the bone if he feels it is necessary, pushing himself to the edge (for he has never been particularly good at taking care of himself) to get to where he believes he needs to be. He holds himself to the highest of standards not only so that he is the best he can possibly be, but so that he can reach his goals. Exceedingly stubborn, once he has settled upon a course of action or an opinion it can be very hard to get him to change his mind, and he will lay forth his arguments until kingdom come (which has led to more than a few legendary conflicts with his elder brother, who is similarly stubborn and usually equally convinced of his correctness).
A difficult man to get to know, Christopher often comes across as uncaring and coldly distant from everyone around him. He does not make friends easily, and is frustrated by the naivety of many around him. Outside of his siblings, he tends to gravitate to those older than him; it is often said that he has an old soul, for he finds it difficult to engage in the laughter and hijinks that others his age often do. He is certainly not friendly, and can be very prickly to those he does not know, or those he thinks are idiots (and it is not hard to earn that latter designation from him, for he dislikes much of the glitter of the court).
Frequently uncomfortable in social circumstances, he falls back upon precise politeness to get him through, making sure to always observe the proper courtesies. Far more at home upon the training field than in the ballroom, he pulls such things around him as a protective cloak, but will never claim to enjoy such gatherings. Though it will not be him who lets the name of de Winter down, he is quite certain of it, though even his politeness can be very distant and chilled. He might not enjoy the politics of court, but he ensures that he remains abreast of them, his observant nature serving him well in keeping on top of the rapidly shifting waters of the capital.
Though not a violent man, he is certainly a very effective military one, being a skilled and precise swordsman, and equally skilled with the lance, spear or fist. He does not enjoy violence, but sees it as a necessary part of his duties, and while he will brood over any injury or death that he causes, he does not do so without provocation, and believes that such stains upon the soul are a burden he is happy to care so that other might not. Honour lies deep in him, and he takes his duties and his knightly code very seriously, but he is also a pragmatist, however much those two sometimes opposing ideals cause his distress and lead to not a few of his black moods. He is also an effective commanding officer, for while he is generally initially disliked for being very precise about protocol, his ability to be calm when everything starts to go wrong, and the realisation that he will ask others to do nothing he will not do himself, means that he generally earns his respect.
Christopher is a complex man, and certainly not one to take lightly. Those who see him only in the role of commanding officer would hardly believe the man he can be around his siblings, but some things are a constant in him: he is honourable and protective, and cleaves tightly to his duty and his siblings; he is pessimistic and untrusting, prone to brooding and to a prickly opinion of those around, distant and cold in equal measure. Intense and determined, he is not an easy man.
History
The second son of Ramsey and Lirianne de Winter, Christopher grew up a happy, if somber, child. Amongst his siblings, he was always the one to point out the downsides to whatever scheme they might be cooking up and to remind them of the trouble they might get into, but just as consistently he would look out for all of them, even if he felt they were being remarkably daft. He would keep an eye on quiet Sebastian at the dinner parties when he would fade into the background, would follow the elder Jasen wherever he might lead (though not without argument, of course, both of them being terribly stubborn when they put their mind to it), and scowling - rather ferociously, for even as a child his glares could be terrifying - at any boy who happened to look at Katalin with less than perfect intentions.
His parents loved their children very much, and were supportive of any of the paths they wished to take, so when Christopher announced his intention to become a knight of the Order of Escarbouche, they supported him with enthusiasm (not least because part of the de Winter tithe involved a member of each generation serving as bodyguard or knight to the Crown) . With his customary forthright determination, he became a page as early as he possibly good, and was taken in under the wing of a respected knight, under whose tutelage it quickly became apparent that he certainly had a future in the military. He not only possessed natural talent but learned very fast, and was prepared to put in the hours of work required to be fitter, to become a good rider, and to become proficient with a multitude of weapons. He also worked hard at his theoretical studies, devouring books upon military history, and quizzing his knight master intently about tactics and diplomacy, though courtly graces were - and still are - something of an exercise in gritted teeth for him.
The code is always something that has made sense to him, much of it dovetailing with his own personal moral code, and so he was content as first a page, and then a knight. Content in his own way, of course, so very quietly and subduedly, and still with the tendency to brood. His main regrets from these years are that he did not see his siblings as often as he might have liked, though he did make the effort to return to Oakdale as often as he could, and dropping in upon Sebastian at the university at odd times. Overbearing elder (and younger, for Jasen was not free of his protective tendencies despite being three years his senior) brother was a role that he was very good at, but it was - and still is - sincerely meant.
Becoming an apprentice knight at 18 after passing his trials with flying colours, as is traditional for the de Winters he chose the speciality of Royal Guard leadership, though being Christopher he kept a keen interest in the other areas of speciality, not only for personal satisfaction of being more educated, but also due to personal ambition. While nothing but loyal to his Monarchy, his Kingdom and his family, he is not shy of his own ambition, and hopes to one day lead the Royal Guard or be places on the Council as commander of the Kingdom's armies. As such, he is determined to be the best possible candidate for when the time arises that such positions require new men, and in the interim is dedicated to serving the realm as best he can.
His knight trials were also a success, and so Sir Christopher de Winter, Knight of the Order of the Escarbouche was born. He now commands a company of the Royal Guard, and both enjoys the role (though he could wish it did not place him quite so near to Court and its associated social events, but such is life) and is effective in it. As such he also finds himself assigned to the protection of various members of the royal family, the de Winter reputation for loyal service as well as his own skills serving him in good stead.
The greatest upset to his life has been the death of both of his parents, a loss that shook him as deeply as it did his siblings, though he did his best to bury that hurt beneath taking care of them. It drew the siblings very close together, for the King was kind enough to allow compassionate leave, and if they thought was Christopher was protective before, then now he has only increased his attentions. With Jasen now head of the family, Sebastian approaching his Master's chains and Katalin coming to court to take up her mother's role as healer, Christopher certainly has enough worries to concern himself with. Pleased that, at least, Christopher and Katalin are near at hand in Triadon, he keeps up a close correspondence with Jasen.
RP Sample
The dazzling array of makeup and jewels, of perfectly coiffed hair and precisely tailored doublets did little to please Christopher, who was standing at the edge of the dance floor, glass of wine in hand, and somewhat regretting not having chosen cavalry leadership as his knight speciality. He could be far from here, comfortably settled on some nice bare ground, or perhaps running a night exercise and squirming through the mud. Actually, such an activity would be good for his company, he decided. They could do with some more training out of the city bounds, for while their purview was generally within Triadon, it was always best to be prepared. And if such training exercises happened to be scheduled for the next time the King had one of his 'little gatherings' then, well… that was such a shame.
Far happier at these things when he was on guard duty for one of the Carlisles - at least then he was allowed to look imposing and grumpy - he let his eyes scan the hall for anyone that might provide aid in improving the evening. It was a pity that he could not see Lord Daven St. Claire, for that was a man that he both liked and respected, and one who had even less patience with the fripperies of the capital than Christopher did. Unfortunately, it appeared that none of the St. Claires were present this evening, for there was no distinct plethora of blonde heads scattered through the room.
Waving off a server who helpfully attempted to refill his glass - he was not one of those who would over-indulge tonight, unlike that young, newly minted knight not too far away, who appeared to be celebrating his achievement with slightly too much enthusiasm - Christopher contemplated how long it would be before he could make his escape without giving offence. Probably not nearly soon enough - ah, now then, there was someone he could stand to talk to.
A direct line towards the man he had just spotted was prevented by dancing, but he edged his way around the edge of the floor and came up upon one of the few friends he had managed to make in his squire years. The man broke into a smile upon his approach. "I see they managed to grab you as well, did they? I thought I'd manage to escape, but, alas… here I am."
"Quite," Christopher agreed, tone dry. "Especially given you have not been in the capital at all for a good view months."
"Yes, it was damnably bad timing." He sighed. "But, we must go where duty takes us, and frankly the chance to sleep in a decent bed is appreciated." He smiled, and Christopher did not ask - this was not the point to ask about what he'd been doing. His friend was what some might call an intelligence agent, and what others might call a spy, and so questions about his work were generally not suited to large-scale gatherings where anyone might be listening. They would have to sit down and talk without interruptions later, as last Christopher had heard he had been in Calador, carefully probing for information in regards to that kingdom's weak ruler.
For now, though, they could talk safely enough about other matters, and the onerous task of having to be social was always made more pleasant by a friend. Especially when conversation with said friend tended towards the militaristic, which did an admirable job of scaring off any of the young ladies who might wish to entangle themselves with the second de Winter son.
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