Leonceault Beaumont
| Knight Commander of the Silver Order |
| Ishgardian |
| 'The Stag of Ishgard |
" I believe in you. I have seen the brightness in your heart, and in your spirit. You can do this."
Full Name: Leonceault Beaumont
Nickname: "Leon"
Race: Elezen -Duskwood
(1/2 Wildwood & 1/2 Duskwight)
Gender: Male
Rank: Knight Commander
Profession:
-Former Knight Captain of Ishgard
-Nobleman
-Knight Commander of the Silver Order
Age: 33 years old
Height: 7'8
Weight: 260 ponze
Weapon: Aroundight (Greatsword)
Marital Status: Single
Sexuality: Bicurious (Leans heavily female/feminine)
Birthday: 23rd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon
Guardian: Rhalgr, the Destroyer
Scent: A duality of freshness and warmth, with top notes of grapefruit and apple, and mid-notes of ginger and cardamom. Lastly there are base notes of Oakmoss and Amber.Hooks:Ishgardian Officers Academy
One might recognize the tall Elezen from their time spent in the Officers Academy. He was certainly more talkative before he got involved in the warIshgard Nobility
House Beaumont is ever the busy noble house. Often known for their generosity and defensive prowess, all Beaumonts served in the fight in some capacity. House Beaumont has quite a few members; however, they all funnel down into a single male heir - LeonceaultThe Field of Battle
The War was long; you could have worked alongside him or even underneath him in his later years of service before the Dragonsong war came to its conclusion.Around Ishgard
Leonceaul could often be seen going on his patrols and training Knight recruits after the war, he sort of fell into the motions of life up until recentlyGood Will Missions
More recently, Leon has been seen making donations to the Orphanage within Ul'dah, everything ranging from food to toys for the children. He is also the founder of The Silver Order and consistently operate to help people in Eorzea, often taking missions and assignments that the grand companies are unable to tackle or people who do not have the GIl to higher appropriate resources.
About
Leonceault stands as a titan among men, towering at seven fulms and six ilms with a physique sculpted by the forge of battle. His frame is a testament to raw power and relentless discipline—a broad, barreled chest, thick, corded arms, and a stance that exudes the coiled strength of a beast poised to strike. He moves with a paradoxical grace, his steps both deliberate and feral, akin to a lion prowling its domain.His dark brown hair falls in unrestrained waves to the base of his neck, framing a face hewn with sharp, chiseled features, as though carved from Ishgardian stone. Piercing gold eyes, flecked with onyx, gleam with a predatory intensity, their contrast as striking as the man himself. There is a fire within them, a battle-born gleam that speaks of experience hard-won and trials endured.Scars, the indelible marks of war, lace his body like a warrior’s tapestry. The most formidable of these is the labyrinthine web of keloids that crisscross his back—a permanent reminder of the Dragonsong War, each line a story of survival and sacrifice. Yet, despite this, his expression is often one of quiet understanding, a softened echo of the noble blood that courses through his veins. In moments of severity, however, his countenance hardens into the stern resolve of a knight unshaken by adversity.His lips bear a natural rosiness, a stark contrast to the savage white teeth within—a smile both charismatic and commanding. His skin is a warm, tawny hue, unmarred by variation, stretched taut over a form sculpted for war. The sharp lines of his musculature are unmistakable, his abdomen so rigidly defined that one could count each segment with ease. His presence alone speaks of barely contained power, a weapon of flesh and bone honed to perfection.Clad in armor of deep blues, burnished bronzes, and glimmering silvers, Leonceault carries himself with the meticulous care of a seasoned warrior. Every piece of his gear is polished, oiled, and tended to with a discipline befitting a knight of his station. A soldier, a noble, a lion of Ishgard—he is all these things and more, a force of nature sculpted by war, duty, and the unyielding march of fate.
"“Really, half the fun is the climb up. Sure it’s hard, and it’s not something that exactly gets easier the higher up you are. Your arms start to grow weak, legs get tired. But, If you keep on climbing, and you reach the top of that mountain, you’ll see it was worth the hard work.”
Personality
Leonceault presents himself as a man of unwavering discipline and stoic decorum, a knight whose noble upbringing has instilled in him a rigid sense of propriety. He is unfailingly polite, even in the face of hostility, though his words often carry a weight of quiet authority. Rarely does he offer a smile, and even when he does, it is seldom a thing of warmth—more often, it is the sharp, fleeting grin of a predator indulging in the moment before the kill. Serious to a fault, he holds himself to exacting standards, appearing almost austere in his devotion to duty and martial discipline.Yet beneath the measured restraint lies something far more primal. Battle is not merely duty to him; it is exhilaration, a test of will and might that stirs something deep and insatiable within. He fights with unnerving calm, and his every movement is precise, but mercy is a courtesy he rarely affords his enemies. To him, the battlefield is a place of absolute judgment, where justice is meted out in blood and steel. He believes his cause righteous, his strikes the execution of fate’s decree—but in truth, Leonceault relishes the violence more than he admits. It is an unspoken hunger he keeps tightly shackled beneath layers of knightly restraint. Yet when opportunity allows, when he can justify his brutality within the bounds of duty, he does not hesitate to unleash it.His loyalty to those he considers his own is unwavering, and his ideals of strength, honor, and camaraderie are sacrosanct. He reveres the ‘warrior’s way’—a doctrine of discipline, conviction, and the belief that true strength is earned through trial. To him, battle is not a thing to be waged from the shadows or manipulated from afar. This belief fosters a quiet but deep-seated disdain for those who wield magic, particularly Thaumaturgy. The Elements are wild, chaotic, and untamed—tools of destruction that defy the order and discipline he holds dear. Though he remains outwardly civil to casters, he views their methods as anathema to his own, considering them distant and impersonal. True warriors, in his eyes, charge into battle, blade in hand, willing to meet their fate head-on.For all his restraint and refinement, Leonceault is, at his core, a man forged in blood and battle. A knight, a lion, a beast bound in iron chains—ever struggling against the primal hunger within.
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Me!
Hello! I hope you've enjoyed what you've read so far. A little bit about me. I love to roleplay ( As does everyone it seems which is fantastic!) I'm a fairly outgoing, and positive person despite Leon sometimes being a bit cranky. I welcome all RP themes WU/T/LTRP/E etc! Any input is welcome as this is fairly new
(Updated 02/20/2025)
This Carrd is still somewhat a W.I.P. but I have the bones of it down
Thank you! Have a killer day!
House Beaumont
House Beaumont is a relatively young noble house within Ishgard, established roughly 200 years ago. Unlike the ancient High Houses descended from the original Knights Twelve. The founder of House Beaumont was Ser Theobald Beaumont, a stoic and fiercely loyal Elezen paladin. During the Dragonsong War, Ser Theobald, alongside a small contingent of knights, found themselves constantly battling dragon incursions in the Dravanian Hinterlands. Witnessing the devastation wrought by the wyrms, Theobald became obsessed with securing the region.His relentless pursuit of dragon eradication and unwavering defense of outlying settlements caught the attention of House Fortemptemps, then led by Lord Ardos. Recognizing Theobald's unwavering dedication, House Fortemptemps sponsored him, granting him a plot of land within the Hinterlands and the resources to establish a small fort – Beaumont Keep.House Beaumont rose to prominence through unwavering faith, tactical brilliance, and a deep connection to the Dravanian hinterlands.Ser Beaumont's unwavering faith in Halone, the Fury, became legendary. He rallied the local populace, both Elezen and a smattering of Hyur colonists, to fight alongside him. His innovative tactics, emphasizing swift ambushes and mobile defenses, proved highly effective against roaming drakes and wyverns. News of his success reached Ishgard, earning him recognition and the official establishment of House Beaumont.House Beaumont's legacy became forever intertwined with the Dravanian Hinterlands. Generations of Beaumonts honed their skills as dragoons and templars, specializing in dragon hunting and the defense of the region's settlements. They patrolled the skies, hunted lone wyrms, and maintained a vigilant watch over the eastern reaches of the Coerthas Central Highlands, a crucial buffer zone for Ishgard proper.The Beaumonts are known for their stoicism and unwavering discipline. Their motto, "Fortitude in the Face of Fury," reflects their unwavering commitment to protecting Ishgard, even at the farthest reaches of the realm. Unlike the opulent High Houses, House Beaumont maintains a more utilitarian aesthetic. Their armor bears their heraldry which has the sigil of a stag in the center of their crest for their willingness to defend the city when provoked and centaur for their unique mounted style combat, proving their eminence in battle.
