Post by Wilhelm Opens-the-Way on Jun 14, 2010 16:52:07 GMT -8
Look at me and what do you see? I'm curious.
I can tell you what most people see anyway. What most people notice about me. It's my winning smile of course, my charming personality?
Alright, of course I'm joking, I'm not that vain. Yes, I could charm the habits off of the nuns that were my tutors if I wanted to, and I often tried, well at least until the Kinfolk there remembered what I was... or at least what I wasn't.
Maybe I should start there. What I'm not, is American. At least, not in my head, though I should think that if he wants to stay here for a bit I might become so eventually, at least on paper. Still I don't think I'll affect a southern drawl or some nonsense like that, so it'll be clear that I speak the Queen's English to most anyway.
Anyway, what I'm not is suitable. Not many people know the actual beginning of that word. To be suitable meant, as a face card in a deck, like Jack, King, Queen, etcetera. Now its meaning is dulled to mean just 'okay'. I look the part though. I look like my cousin. A lot like him actually, much to the family's disdain. I even wear the same sized clothes, more or less I'm told. He's very suitable indeed, yet I am not.
Why? Accident of birth naturally. It isn't that I'm a bastard, no, that certainly had never stopped anyone from getting to a throne in Europe that I'd ever heard of.
But I'm getting off track here. You look at me, you see a young somebody-to-be. A noble chin, sparkling blue eyes, the measured demeanor of someone used to good fortune, or at least, some means. In short, you see a noble, in the classic sense of the word, and worse, a Royal. You Americans don't have anything like it over here I don't think. There's a certain way we're taught to walk, to act, to behave. Even I got the training, though if only to know how deeply to bow and how lowly I was in the eyes of my betters. I'm not at all bitter about that actually, it meant interaction, training, learning. I was always hungry to learn things.
My fortune however, that can hardly be read accurately with a first look. Flung across the Umbra, in the service of a worthy lord, and in the service of my people, who knows where I'll end up? If you'd said Seattle, USA to me earlier I'd have laughed certainly. I do tend to laugh a lot if I'm able, that is one Ragabash trait that I'm true to. But I'm not laughing about the chance to do some good, even if in a humble way.
If there is Wyrm to be fought, I shall do my best to be there. If the Litany is to be defended, I shall do my best to abide by it. And, if there is merriment, joy, determination, faith in Gaia's will and sacred land to be defended then I'll be there.
Perhaps that is the first thing you might notice when we meet then, or I should hope it is: Faith. Faith in Gaia, faith in my fellow kinsman, Kinfolk and Garou. May it be bright in my eyes as I follow at my lord's side!
Not... that I'm a fanatic mind you. It's just that he... well, you haven't met my lord yet. But he is... he does inspire confidence. A true leader. As a squire, I could hardly ask for a better liege to learn from. You know what, never mind, lets go with the winning smile instead, shall we?
Oh and, by the way, very nice to meet you. The name is Wilhelm. Wilhelm "Falcon's Hidden Talon" if you prefer. Silver Fang of the hidden moon. Pleasure to make your aquaintence.
