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Ford Kennex
Social Rank	4
Fealty	Thrax
House	Kennex
Gender	Male
Age	27
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Soldier
Height	6'2"
Hair Color	Dirty Gold
Eye Color	Ice Blue
Skintone	Sunkissed Fair
Family
Parents	Denholm Kennex, Claudia Kennex
Siblings	Octavia Kennex
Uncles/Aunts	Victoria Kennex, Wayne Kennex, Claire Kennex, Renault Kennex
Cousins	Esera Velenosa, Gersard Kennex, Belladonna Pravus, Isolde Velenosa, Viviana Pravus, Sebastian Pravus, Lianne Pravus, Juliana Pravus, Charlaine Blanchard, Elonso Pravus, Catalana Kennex, Jan Kennex, Titania Kennex, Nicia Laurent
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Description

Sharp, stern, and striking features make Ford equal parts eye-catchingly attractive, and distinctly intimidating. Tall, and imposing, he has a body of sculpted lean muscle and extensive cardio. He keeps his short, but still long enough to dreamily fall across his brow, dark golden hair styled backwards at any given moment. Preferring to keep himself well kept and presentable even while out at sea, if it weren't for his ever present tan and the constant squint of a man who's been out in the sun too long, you'd never guess him to be a seafaring type.

Personality

Well-learned and sociable, Ford can slide easily between the raucous drinking halls of Northern holds to genteel and stuffy soirees of Oathland gatherings and remain entirely comfortable. He wears humor and charm on his sleeve, yet he keeps an undercurrent of vicious threat just beneath the cuff. Though despite this, it's clear that even in his stature and mannerisms, he is not your typical Thrax vassal. Ford Kennex is exactly the man you want to be around, be it drinking, talking, dancing, or fighting.

Background

Sent away at an relatively early age to school and study in both Southern and Oathland cities, Ford gained unique and certain sensibilities from those 'mainlanders'. It is there he learned the nuances of politics and how to present one's self. It's also where he didn't grow the prickly, stereotypical Thrax exterior and interior. In a way he's a child of two worlds. This, was by the design of his father, Denholm Kennex knew what Thrax politics were like. His father knew that Thrax begets Thrax in an ever spinning wheel. So Denholm endeavored to take the Thrax out of his son, he needed a Thrax that wasn't Thrax to rule Stormward.

And that's exactly what he got.

When Ford returned to Stormward after word his father had passed in his sleep, the hold itself was already being courted for coup by an overeager captain with ambitions far larger than his status. The captain having positioned his ships in a way to blockade Stormward from the rest of the world. Ford graciously hosted the captain to dinner at the estate, the captain, his officers, and his family all attended to discuss terms of surrender. It was a lovely dinner, Ford heard out the requests or demands of the captain and his officers. They were so absorbed with getting their prize, that they almost didn't know what was afoot until the blades were drawn across their throats.

The now Marquis, Ford Kennex, catapulted the corpses of the traitors onto the ships out in the bay, and then promptly bombarded the ships with enough stone to put every ship at the bottom of the ocean. When it was finished, the coup squashed before it even started, Ford had a drink, and went to bed. Servants remember their Marquis saying it was the best he'd slept since returning.