`Basics

Name: Uther Pendragon
Age: 55
Type: Human
Nobility: King

`Appearance

Eye colour: Brown
Hair colour: Grey
General Appearance:
Uther has short grey hair, usually baring a gold crown, symbolising his station as King over Camelot. His eyes are dark, almost black over the years of darkness and depression that has held them firmly in its grasp. Where there used to be a glint and glimmer of happiness, there is nothing but solid and cold stones, always looking furious and unyielding. His skin is now wrinkled, mostly around his forehead and mouth. He has a large scar on his forehead from an old war in Irick and many on his arms and chest. One in particular is a large pink one on his thigh; its importance signals the fury of a brother. Tristan's fight had left him unable to move for two whole weeks, he'd manage to cut through the outer muscle and Uther had let him, let him hurt him because physical pain was better than emotional one.

He is King and therefore wears the best material in the land. He wears mostly dark colours and Camelot's red. Usually branded with the Pendragon crest, a laree black dragon. A smug reminder of what he had defeated too. His crown is a pure gold ring, decorated in a vast and skilled carving.

`Personality

Skills: Leadership, Fighting.
Weaknesses: Not a great father figure to either of his wards, not really a people person.
Personality Overview:
Uther is not a fair King, but it is not purposely done this way, he forgets the difference between right and wrong because for so long, he lived off revenge along and it has escaped him that fairness should play into factors sometimes. However, when he does see clearly, he can often overlook his foolish reasoning enough to allow real justice.

He is easily tempered, especially with Arthur and Morgana; they are closer to him and therefore should know better than others how to behave properly. But for the same reason, he often forgets just how important they are to him. He has had the fear of losing both, once when Arthur ran off to collect some stupid plant in order to save the life of his servant, and whilst Uther respected the nobility, he abhorred the foolishness of the act. Then, Morgana had fallen so ill it looked as though she was at death's door with no way back. He had not slept on either occasion and that rare moment of pure fatherly love had attacked him and made him reason that at all costs, he should be protecting them, for they were his children.

He is a fighter at heart; he was born a warrior and grew up as such. He was not prepared to be King but his father had died suddenly when Uther was just ten. His uncle had taken the throne until he, himself, was of the age in which he was heir apparent. His uncle had been murdered on the battle field weeks after Uther's coronation and therefore, he was on his own to change the Kingdom. Luckily for him he had, had a bride before becoming King and was not completely along. Igraine's father was King of Orkney, and in the interest of his Daughter's wellbeing, had helped a little. But ever since her death, Uther has not accepted help from anyone. Help from Gaius and Nimueh had resulted in his beloved's death and a small child to raise alone.

His is a bitter man, having lost the one person who had ever truly mattered to him. He lets his cynicalism affect his judgement far too often and more than not, others paid the price of that.

Like all good kings, he can be charming and charismatic in order to get what he wants, both manipulating and kindly at the same time. When he does this, it is not easy to tell what he is doing and therefore easy to fall for it and do what he wants.

`Family Life

Mother: Long since Deceased. Elaine of Canterbury.
Father: Long since Deceased. Accolon of Camelot.
Siblings: None.
Spouse: Deceased. Igraine of Orkney.
Heirs and Children: Heir: Arthur Pendragon, ward: Morgana Le Fay.
History:
He was the third generation of Pendragon leaders, his father was King when he was born and was raised mostly by a nursemaid. When he was old enough he was passed on to be taught by tutors and was given his own servant for other things, like dressing and bringing food. He saw his parents only occasionally, his mother more than his father and was brought before them at dinners and that alone. Though sometimes his father would watch training and his mother would sit in on his studies. Until he was eight he was only allowed to do a minimal of things, he could only attend feasts for two hours at a time and do only a small amount of combat training and only with his tutor.

When he was ten he was entered into his first champion ship. He won two rounds and lost his third and evidentially, his last fight that season. He had not been able to look his father in the eye without feeling guilty for weeks. Until a few weeks later when a war broke out in a distant land, his father was to lead the army and never returned. Because Uther was too young to take the throne and his mother merely a woman, his uncle on his father's side took over. He led Camelot for eleven years.

In that time, Uther grew up in the same manner as before. But as he grew older his responsibilities changed. He saw more of his mother, and Uncle and was expected to see feasts through to the end. He was entered into harder training and on his fifteenth won a championship. Soon after that another war had involved Camelot, his Uncle remained in Camelot and Uther had too lead the army. he returned with a smalle trail of men but all the same victorious in his efforts.

Two years after he had to start looking for a bride, his uncle was becoming ill and therefore it would soon be Uther's time to take over and his uncle wanted him married before that. By the time he was nineteen he was set to wed the beautiful Igraine of Orkney. She came with Knight's and accompanies from her own Kingdom and they were permitted to join Camelot's army until dismissal, only three remained, a father and two sons, the father having being given orders to stay as he was the King of Orkney's most trusted Knight.

He had not expected to love his new wife but was madly so within a year of marriage. She stood proudly by his side at his coronation and had been saddened by the thought she could not give him an heir. He was unsure whether or not it was she or him who wanted a son most. She had plans for the child, ones that defied all custom and he found he did not mind, he did not care if she wanted to teach their son to read and write, she should have the right if she birthed him. She had smiled each time she had planned for a child that seemed never to come. But he could see in her face the more depressed she became each and every fail. So when Gaius had appeared and told him that he knew of a woman who could give them an heir, he had accepted, ignoring her nonsense of consequence, he would do and pay anything to make Igraine happy.

She became Pregnant a full thirteen years after his becoming of King. At age thirty four now, he was more anxious than excited. But still, the baby grew inside her healthily and all seemed fine. Until the child’s birth date arrived. Igraine fell ill during the birth; Gaius had said it was severe loss of blood. She had died two hours after Arthur delivery; the only comfort for him had been that she had lived long enough to both name and hold him before she passed.

He blamed witchcraft for her passing and whilst no one knew the true nature of her death, most presumed that Uther's claim of Igraine being cursed was more to do with denial to it being because of his child. He had started a purge and all those accused of magic were beheaded, drowned or burned. He killed hundred's of people; all those in any of the lands belong to Camelot and had fought Tristan with little energy. He had killed him and went away as badly injured as his opponent had been. He may have lived but he bore the scars of those days forever more. He captured the Dragon and built more rooms over its hiding place, his knew throne room among them...

He ignored Arthur for the most part, ignored all comments on his progress and health and fought as many wars as he dared to start. In one of them he lost his dearest friend: Gorlois. After promising to raise his now orphaned daughter, Uther had now two children too look after. Morgana aged thirteen and Arthur aged eleven. The pair had got on well enough, they quarrelled like siblings and protected each other like siblings and slowly Uther took more notice.

Each time one fell ill, he'd watch as the other visited with them and brought treats to help 'heal' them. They grew on him, both children. So much so that he stopped going to wars himself and sent out men, he watched Arthur's training and allowed the feisty daughter of Gorlois to be taught archery.

He sent Arthur to fight the men of Irick at the age of sixteen and was proud when he came back proudly baring triumph.

`The test

Roleplaying example:
He had not asked for the Queen of Irick to be greeted by his son and charge. The ordeal with the stress of gathering people to meet Alexander of Orkney had been bad enough. Heaven forbid he try again a mere month later! The image of a bored Morgana and stiff Arthur grunting their greetings in the same forced manner he had used had been all but embarrassing and only because Uther had years of practice in the art of lying and Morgana had not managed it well. Arthur however; had not seemed all too pleased with the new arrival. But then again, nor was he. He had a second Charge to look after; three angry teenagers in which to comply to now. Had Igraine been here, she'd have been thrilled. He could see her now, the image of her beautiful face glowing with pride as she greeted Morgana at the gates of Camelot and the Orkney prince would have suffered the ever maternal hands. He dared not think what she would have done for Arthur, not with the knowledge that both could not live. If Igraine had been here to smile pretty smiles at the beautiful Morgana and play the doting mother; there would be no Prince Arthur; a thought that haunts him almost daily. But there are times when he looks at Arthur and wishes for nothing more than a chance to go back and prevent Nimueh's magic. Then there are the times when he sees his son and can't think of not having him. But try as he might, he can't help but love him and it was not to do with the similarities between mother and son that kept the bond.

"Sire, she is here." The voice beside him turned his musings instead to the scrappily dressed, mouse like man beside him. Uther nods once and mutters a stern: ‘very well’; and twirls gracefully on his heels, his cape swinging out behind him and shimmering in the breeze. The open window catching the light of the dying sun and the cloak is tinged with black and plum; making the red appear like blood as he moved to the door. Hand on the sheath of his sword; its common resting place.

The corridors are chilled as he passed. He noticed the brain dead buffoon of a servant belonging to his son, and watched disinterestedly as he cluttered past, bowing his head swiftly as he practically raced in direction of the Prince's chambers.

"May I present his royal Highness, King Uther Pendragon."

The doors opened for him, the guards lifted their spears to allow him entry. The hall was decorated in its usual fantastical manner, the expansive walls making the room seem hollowed and more empty than it should have done. He is reminded sourly again of Igraine, her brightness lifted every greyness from the entirety of the property.

"Your majesty." He greeted and bowed before stepping closer. Hand extended to take hers for the usual, courteous peck. "It is... An honour to have you here." He soothed gently, the usual charm and charisma that he has so well practiced for good company, poured back. He gave her a smile; his eyes not leaving hers till the greetings were over.

`It's all about you

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