Post by Robert Maddox on Dec 10, 2014 21:28:40 GMT
The Williams family is known as one of the wealthiest and most respected families in Great Britain. Their family has served the crown for hundreds of years with distinction. Every male member of the family has served in the army as proven field commanders. While every female of the family has been a genteel lady whose beauty has been the envy of everyone else. Unfortunately the family has suffered from a curse that effects only the male members of the family. A darkness lurks within them. A form of lycanthrope that doesn't transform them into a wild beast but blacks them out allowing them to go on terrible rampages. It is unknown how they gained this curse but it has been told that it was put upon them by a gypsy family that they nearly destroyed.
Charles Williams was the oldest child of his mother and father. All those great expectations that the oldest have always had were his. He was to be a great general. A honorable man. Everything that would make him one of the greatest Williams ever. Of course like most tales this wasn't to be. While serving at the Royal Academy in London he came into his curse. Fortunately his family had expected this and had sent along a childhood friend, Sofiya. The woman was the exact opposite of Charles. Where he was quiet and reserved, she was outgoing and sometimes crass. She was in a sense the yin to his yang. Though she was sent not to be his companion but to be the one to help him. Her family having helped his own for quite a long time. Only their herbs and knowledge of magic able to keep the violence from overtaking them. It was after that first experience that he learned why she was there truly. She helped to ease him through that period of his life. Keeping him relaxed and calm, his usual demeanor enhanced by the drugs he took.
Unfortunately nothing last forever. Charles was a kind man. A man that looked after those under his command and those he considered friend. It was during a rather heated fight that he learned the evil that lurked in men's hearts. One of his closest friends, jealous of his rank and prestige, sent him the wrong information. His troops were ambushed and most of his men killed in the first few minutes of the fight. Somehow he was able to retreat with a small portion of his men. Injured, beaten, and truly out numbered there was little chance of them surviving. Without the herbs and drugs that Sofiya had given him, lost in the initial attack, he blacked out that night. When he woke he was covered in blood. He'd somehow gotten out of the cave his men were hiding in and had attacked the enemies camped. He'd killed almost a quarter of the men while they slept and the rest fled in terror of the beast that came for them. Red eyed and deadly. He'd torn through the ranks as if they were nothing but paper.
When the bloodied regiment he'd led returned he learned of his betrayal. Yet the higher ranks didn't care as the man was the son of a politician. A well known fellow who had more leverage then any man really should. Disgusted with everything that had happened Sofiya told him of an island away from the rule of the English crown. It was here he'd start a new life. So he fled the Royal Academy. With him he took those who had faith in his skills. It was on the island of Belford that he started his mercenary company. Where he changed his name from Charles Williams to Robert Maddox and began to form a hearty band of mercenaries. An old French Fort would become their base of operations as he slowly built upon Maddox's Mercenaries from the ground up. Soldier by soldier. Battle by battle. Until their reputation was well known across the island and upon every piece of ground that his men ever fought upon.
Charles Williams was the oldest child of his mother and father. All those great expectations that the oldest have always had were his. He was to be a great general. A honorable man. Everything that would make him one of the greatest Williams ever. Of course like most tales this wasn't to be. While serving at the Royal Academy in London he came into his curse. Fortunately his family had expected this and had sent along a childhood friend, Sofiya. The woman was the exact opposite of Charles. Where he was quiet and reserved, she was outgoing and sometimes crass. She was in a sense the yin to his yang. Though she was sent not to be his companion but to be the one to help him. Her family having helped his own for quite a long time. Only their herbs and knowledge of magic able to keep the violence from overtaking them. It was after that first experience that he learned why she was there truly. She helped to ease him through that period of his life. Keeping him relaxed and calm, his usual demeanor enhanced by the drugs he took.
Unfortunately nothing last forever. Charles was a kind man. A man that looked after those under his command and those he considered friend. It was during a rather heated fight that he learned the evil that lurked in men's hearts. One of his closest friends, jealous of his rank and prestige, sent him the wrong information. His troops were ambushed and most of his men killed in the first few minutes of the fight. Somehow he was able to retreat with a small portion of his men. Injured, beaten, and truly out numbered there was little chance of them surviving. Without the herbs and drugs that Sofiya had given him, lost in the initial attack, he blacked out that night. When he woke he was covered in blood. He'd somehow gotten out of the cave his men were hiding in and had attacked the enemies camped. He'd killed almost a quarter of the men while they slept and the rest fled in terror of the beast that came for them. Red eyed and deadly. He'd torn through the ranks as if they were nothing but paper.
When the bloodied regiment he'd led returned he learned of his betrayal. Yet the higher ranks didn't care as the man was the son of a politician. A well known fellow who had more leverage then any man really should. Disgusted with everything that had happened Sofiya told him of an island away from the rule of the English crown. It was here he'd start a new life. So he fled the Royal Academy. With him he took those who had faith in his skills. It was on the island of Belford that he started his mercenary company. Where he changed his name from Charles Williams to Robert Maddox and began to form a hearty band of mercenaries. An old French Fort would become their base of operations as he slowly built upon Maddox's Mercenaries from the ground up. Soldier by soldier. Battle by battle. Until their reputation was well known across the island and upon every piece of ground that his men ever fought upon.