Taggart Ruffus holland

Character Name: Taggart Ruffus HollandNicknames: Taggy (Mom), Target (Childhood Friends), Ruffus is how he introduces himself more often than not, to avoid problems.

Race: Human

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Character Description:

As a human, Taggart looks pretty average. Under six feet tall, (5’ 10” to be exact), average build, and tan skin. His hair would be long, but not past his ears, shaggy looking , never in the way for his helmet.He has auburn colored hair, while mostly brown, it has red hues to it, giving it that look of autumn leaves that have been on the ground for a few days. He would have brown eyes and a baby face, even at 23.Being a fill-in for odd jobs in the village, he would be muscular, but not overly so. He had no abs or large muscles but was lean and fit. Used to long hours of manual labor. Carrying sacks of grain, maybe lumber for the winter, and buckets for water.His time serving in the Saphriel military will only tone his body further. Months and months of carrying bodies and supplies, staying up long hours checking on patients and ensuring everyone was doing well would make him even more well adjusted to few hours of sleep, yet that ‘you look younger than you are’ face never went away.

Character Occupation: (Optional)

Basic Tailor / Basic Cook / Military Combat Training / Combat MedicThat first day of military training set him forward in what he would do. Combative Medicine and simple culinary skills. He did well in the military, having trained to fight, but his focus was on ensuring his fellow soldiers didn’t die as he brought them back to the medic tents to be properly saved.He would help out at the medical tents, cooking soups for soldiers, adding in flavor because he, as did every grunt, know that the food tasted terrible. So he would spice things up, adding weird but tasty things to let others taste new things. He was no professional cook, more so a ‘home cook’ someone who could do it well, but wasn’t aiming to make a career out of it. Before the military, he learned simple tailoring skills, he wasn’t going to be making fine ball gowns, but he was great at fixing rips and tears!

Character Personality/Traits:

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Taggart is someone who is trusting of others, but once that trust is gone, it is damn near impossible to get back. He keeps his word, and will hold others to theirs as well. High morals and a good belief on honor. He is also a giving person, willing to give the shirt off his back if needed. But he isn’t the type to give away everything, there is a limit to what he can do. He would more so provide a means to help themselves more than only give his last few coppers.His biggest ‘flaw’ is interacting with the opposite sex. Even at 23, he gets shy around any women that are pretty and flirty. Just normal conversations are fine, much easier with children or older women who are not ‘around his age’. He was still a Virgin much to the dissapointment of his fellow soldiers who tried to help get him laid more than once. Easily flustered and embarrassed with such topics, he rather just avoid them entirely! In the end, he is a village boy. Home and family are heavily important to him. He will write often, visit often, and send money home when he can to support his mother and sibillings. 

Character Biography:

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Humphry - Father - Member of the Order, died in a battle during the Crossroads event. Chell - Mother - stays at home, and cares for the house and family Younger siblings: 2nd - Lilly - 17 years old - Totally not named after the princess, nope. 3rd - Humphry Jr. - 12 years old - Named after his father, because his parents are TERRIBLE with names 23 years ago, Humphry Holland was at one of his earlier trainings within The Order. He was only a member for a year at that point, but it was a special one. They had a big speech about the Lord of Barkamsted. Representatives were present, and lots of showcasing the training was done. It was a hard day of training, and soon he went home on his weekend break to his wife and soon-to-be-born son in Argys. While gone, his wife had gone into labor and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. His brown eyes looked up and out into the world. A full head of, at the time, red hair. Holding his son for the first time, Humphry was the proudest he had ever been. He and his wife made a fantastic child.Inspired, he could only name him after one of the greatest people he knew: Lord Taggart himself. Growing up for Taggart Ruffus Holland was great. When he was five, the farms at Argys were failing due to the blight. Wheat wilted. Corn failed to grow. Nothing went well. That was the hungriest he ever was.He didn’t remember it well, but there were days when his parents didn’t eat so he could. His Dad was in the Order and got paid properly and taken care of, but even then, everyone was rationing. His father gave out what food they could spare to other villagers, being the future Knight he was attempting to be one day. A year after that though, when the farms were better, an amazing thing happened. He became a big brother. He was always by his baby sister's side. Doing all the duties he could to help his mom when his father was gone. Diapers changed, feeding, cleaning, so many chores for just a six-year-old, but he wanted to help as much as he could. At eight, Taggart started to realize he had terrible luck with something. He always got hit by random things. Bird poop, acorns from trees, if someone threw a rock, and he was on the other side of a farm, there was still a chance it would bounce and hit him. At nine he earned the nickname ‘Target’ and as he grew up, it stuck. He stuck with his big brother and ‘man of the house’ role well as the years continued. He learned how to help sew and cook from his mother. Just little things, a few small repairs to tears and simple stews, but it was just more ways he could help around the house. It was a great thing because his mother ended up pregnant again. At ten, another son in the Holland family was born. There wouldn’t be a grand name such as Taggart, no, this one would be named after his own father. Humphry Jr was welcomed with smiles and warmness. The excellent naming abilities of his parents continued to shine brightly. It was just a year later when winter didn’t end. Spring never came. Crops couldn’t grow. The sun rarely came out. It was a terrible time. Taggart worked hard through the winter cold to get wood for his family. Nothing from the nearby forest, that wasn’t allowed, but other places. Taking boats or using their few coppers to pay for them to survive. All five of them spent many nights by the fire in their house. After that, things went back to normal. Taggart picked up some basic training from his father at 13, saying that he was growing up to be a fine man. Taggart wanted to be great, just like his father, maybe even greater. Humphry encouraged this as much as he could. Letting his son be involved and watch trainings or tell him stories of his own encounters with his duties as best he could. There were some events that had to stay secret, and others that were too grusome to tell children. At 15 years of age, while Humphry was working, the crossroads were attacked. The Holland family waited days, weeks even, to hear word back. Taggart was the most supportive. Saying their dad was fine, he was one of the best! Many people were there to help, and the Cultists would easily be pushed back and defeated. However, a knock on the door eventually came, and it wasn’t their father there. He had died defending the place. The Holland family was told he fell off the wall while defending it. His family grieved for days, attended the funeral service for him and others. It was a sad time. His family bounced back though. His mother was a trooper, staying strong for them all. Taggart tried to, but it was the saddest he ever been. A year later, he wanted to leave to join the military. His mother pleaded with him to wait and not rush like his father who joined young. She wasn’t against it, knowing he wanted to, but said to plan things out better and not rush. His goal was always to join the order, but he couldn’t join that for several more years. He should wait a few more, enjoy being a kid still for another year, then he could join. They agreed when he was 18, he would go. Military life for Taggart was filled with remarks on his name. That was his first ‘fuck up’ telling his name, instead of relying on his middle one. They would have found out eventually for sure, but at least he could have delayed things.“Trainiee Faker” They would call him, saying he would never been good enough like Sir Taggart. It was all a mind game, to try and see if he would quit. If being called names and talked down upon would have him lose his cool. It did a few times, whenever they brought up his siblings, that was what got him to react. He’d get put down in his place, given more training, but he didn’t quit. It was months after they asked who all knew how to sew. Like a fool, yet again, he raised his hand. He was the first to be given first aid training. Weather this was fate, the Gods, or sheer luck, Taggart was glad he raised his hand. He found a love for this work. Years of military service turned him into a combative medic. He was the guy that picked up the soldier that was bleeding out, stopped the bleeding, and carried their asses to the medical tents. His service was filled with such deeds, he was offered and suggested to focus on his natural talent for medical work, to become a true medical expert, but he denied it. Saying he rather be the guy that just kept them alive so the real experts could do their job of saving lives.Being told “You are saving lives” made him rethink it a few times, and once he would head off to join the Order, he’d consider voltuneering at the hospital too, or if the Order had an equivalent, he could do that as well. Years of service went by, and many of shenanagins, but it was a good time. He did well, and was ready to join The Order to follow in his fathers Footsteps now that he was old enough. He went back home for a few months, relaxing, spending time with his family. He spent several days looking at his fathers old sword that he used to train with as a teenager. All rusted and old. His mother was aging, in her forties now, but always had that smile on her face. His sister and brother were doing fine, but the village town itself remained unchanged. Even after all the ocean life attacked and acted strange, not much has changed. He made a mental note to check in on things once he had money to help. A few silvers here and there to help push repairs, maybe get a proper memorial for his father and others from Argys who died in service. Once his time of rest was over, he sailed on over to Falkvard to find someone to get recruited into The Order.

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Magic Biography:

NONE BECAUSE HE AIN’T GOT NO MAGIC BABY. HIS MAGIC IS THE LACK OF MAGIC.